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Arrows
fell
among
them
.
One
struck
Frodo
and
sprang
back
.
Another
pierced
Gandalf
's
hat
and
stuck
there
like
a
black
feather
.
Frodo
looked
behind
.
Beyond
the
fire
he
saw
swarming
black
figures
:
there
seemed
to
be
hundreds
of
orcs
.
They
brandished
spears
and
scimitars
which
shone
red
as
blood
in
the
firelight
.
Doom
,
doom
rolled
the
drum-beats
,
growing
louder
and
louder
,
doom
,
doom
.
Legolas
turned
and
set
an
arrow
to
the
string
,
though
it
was
a
long
shot
for
his
small
bow
.
He
drew
,
but
his
hand
fell
,
and
the
arrow
slipped
to
the
ground
.
He
gave
a
cry
of
dismay
and
fear
.
Two
great
trolls
appeared
;
they
bore
great
slabs
of
stone
,
and
flung
them
down
to
serve
as
gangways
over
the
fire
.
But
it
was
not
the
trolls
that
had
filled
the
Elf
with
terror
.
The
ranks
of
the
orcs
had
opened
,
and
they
crowded
away
,
as
if
they
themselves
were
afraid
.
Something
was
coming
up
behind
them
.
What
it
was
could
not
be
seen
:
it
was
like
a
great
shadow
,
in
the
middle
of
which
was
a
dark
form
,
of
man-shape
maybe
,
yet
greater
;
and
a
power
and
terror
seemed
to
be
in
it
and
to
go
before
it
.
It
came
to
the
edge
of
the
fire
and
the
light
faded
as
if
a
cloud
had
bent
over
it
.
Then
with
a
rush
it
leaped
across
the
fissure
.
The
flames
roared
up
to
greet
it
,
and
wreathed
about
it
;
and
a
black
smoke
swirled
in
the
air
.
Its
streaming
mane
kindled
,
and
blazed
behind
it
.
In
its
right
hand
was
a
blade
like
a
stabbing
tongue
of
fire
;
in
its
left
it
held
a
whip
of
many
thongs
.
"
Ai
!
ai
!
"
wailed
Legolas
.
"
A
Balrog
!
A
Balrog
is
come
!
"
Gimli
stared
with
wide
eyes
.
"
Durin
's
Bane
!
"
he
cried
,
and
letting
his
axe
fall
he
covered
his
face
.
"
A
Balrog
,
"
muttered
Gandalf
.
"
Now
I
understand
.
"
He
faltered
and
leaned
heavily
on
his
staff
.
"
What
an
evil
fortune
!
And
I
am
already
weary
.
"
The
dark
figure
streaming
with
fire
raced
towards
them
.
The
orcs
yelled
and
poured
over
the
stone
gangways
.
Then
Boromir
raised
his
horn
and
blew
.
Loud
the
challenge
rang
and
bellowed
,
like
the
shout
of
many
throats
under
the
cavernous
roof
.
For
a
moment
the
orcs
quailed
and
the
fiery
shadow
halted
.
Then
the
echoes
died
as
suddenly
as
a
flame
blown
out
by
a
dark
wind
,
and
the
enemy
advanced
again
.
"
Over
the
bridge
!
"
cried
Gandalf
,
recalling
his
strength
.
"
Fly
!
This
is
a
foe
beyond
any
of
you
.
I
must
hold
the
narrow
way
.
Fly
!
"
Aragorn
and
Boromir
did
not
heed
the
command
,
but
still
held
their
ground
,
side
by
side
,
behind
Gandalf
at
the
far
end
of
the
bridge
.
The
others
halted
just
within
the
doorway
at
the
hall
's
end
,
and
turned
,
unable
to
leave
their
leader
to
face
the
enemy
alone
.
