Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141212021751/@comment-25344655-20150118013408

The fellowship were almost across the bridge when a large roar echoed through the chasm, the Balrog, Durin's bane had come. Glosur had heard the roar and quickly gathered his forces and ran into the kingdom, but he was to late, the fellowship didn't notice them yet, they were to focused on Gandalf.

"I am a servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor, The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn! Go back to the Shadow!

You! Shall not! Pass!"

At that moment Gandalf struck his staff down upon the ground, crackling the bridge down. The balrog fell, falling into the depths of the world, but at its last moment his whip struck Gandalf and dragged him down. The orcs, furious that their 'god' had been slain, started shooting arrows at the fellowship, and would have inflicted great har had it not been the dwarves showing up.

"Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!" A dwarf shouted,

a deep rumbling sound was heard and the dwarves ran in front of the fellowship forming a shield wall and the archers shot back.

"Go! Quickly, my dwarves will follow, out the eastern gate!" Glosur yelled