Bree to Moria RPG

[Eäráng]

Eäráng heard in his heart the thoughts of Fimbren. "Fimbren, I'm coming!" the elf yelled as he charged into the fray. He was going to thake revenge on the Balrogs that had hurt him, that had taken his life. He ran into the chambers, killing Orcs that got in his way, and finaly found them; the Balrogs were staring down Fimbren as he approached them. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "For the house of Fëanor!" and charged the two Balrogs, with a transformed blade, the blade of Anduril, now in the hands of this elf. He didn't know it until he had taken off the leg of the Balrog nearest him. The wound burned the Balrog, and so did the blade as it went right through the flesh of the demon. He had on Narya, the Red Ring, and it had powered him up. He had been slicing and dicing the Balrog, but for some reason it wouldn't die. It grabbed him, but he cut off its hand and both he and the deceased hand fell to the ground. Fimbren yelled, "Eäráng! What are you doing here?!?" The other elf answered, "I'm here to rescue you!" with a crooked smile. Fimbren looked at him sternly. He said nothing, because the larger of the two Balrogs had grabbed him.