The Balrog, a massive creature, rises from the chasm, a towering 40-foot beast with a mane of flames. In one hand, it wields a blade, and in the other, a whip of many thongs. Aragorn leads the Fellowship to the top of a dizzying stairway, with Gandalf following, leaning on his staff. Aragorn and Liv turn to look at him with concern.

"Lead them on, Aragorn. The bridge is near," Gandalf says, his voice firm despite the gravity of the situation.

Aragorn hesitates, feeling the weight of the moment. "Aragorn, you have no choice," Liv interjects, her tone urgent. Gandalf looks at him, his eyes holding a silent command. "Do as I say; swords are no more use here," Gandalf insists.

With determination, the Fellowship races down the stairway. Aragorn swiftly picks up Frodo, leaping across the gaping chasm. Ahead, a narrow bridge spans a bottomless pit. Aragorn makes to throw Gimli across the chasm.

"Nobody tosses a dwarf," Gimli protests, his voice echoing with defiance.

Liv can't help but laugh a little, though thankfully, she's still morphed in her Power Ranger suit, so no one sees her amusement. Suddenly, the Balrog smashes through the wall, spreading its massive wings. It swoops down past the Fellowship, disappearing into a flaming pit.

Aragorn, with the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, readies himself. "We must move quickly. The Balrog will not be far behind," he declares, urgency driving his words.

Liv nods, her eyes reflecting her determination. "Let's keep moving. We can't afford to lose a moment," she urges, her voice steady despite the danger looming ahead.

Gandalf, his expression grave, leads the way onto the narrow bridge. "Stay together. Do not look back," he commands, his voice echoing with authority.

As the Fellowship steps onto the narrow bridge, the sound of the Balrog's roar echoes from the depths below, sending shivers down their spines. With every step, they move closer to the heart of darkness, their unity and courage their only weapons against the looming threat.

To be continued