Suddenly Frodo saw before him a black chasm. At the end of the hall the floor vanished and fell to an unknown depth. The outer door could only be reached by a slender bridge of stone, without kerb or rail, that spanned the chasm with one curving spring of fifty feet. It was an ancient defence of the Dwarves against any enemy that might capture the First Hall and the outer passages. They could only pass across it in single file. At the brink Gandalf halted and the others came up in a pack behind.
‘Lead the way, Gimli! ‘ he said. ‘Pippin and Merry next. Straight on and up the stair beyond the door! ‘
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.
J. R. R. Tolkien – The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (Chapter 5: The Bridge of Khazad-Dûm)
A salty chasm of despair, echoing with the voices of the past singing religious songs in an strange dialect, aye, with saltflakes falling from above, and heathy Dorna water from happy teenagers, in the black cave water wich shone in a ghostly light.
And the elevator was blocked by a dangerously bored group of elders, with evil glowing eyes and salt burned voices, and all murmured as one voice in a lost dialect : “Mergetivoiprimii, mergetivoiprimii”
By: fiercedenial on June 9, 2011
at 5:25 am