OK, hi every one, this is just a quick little thing I wrote while watching extended edition of fellowship of the ring. The inspiration came to me last week, but it did not hit me in the face till just a few minutes ago.

I hope you like this, feel free to tell me if you don't, feedback is appreciated.

This is like Movie Verse or what ever, when they just leave Moria and they are all mourning Gandalf. You may or may not realize it, but this is told from Legolas' POV

Inspired by Orlando Bloom's awesome portrayal of my fave character Legolas, and his heart wrenching look of grief in the mourning scene. (And also the great look that he had on his face in the gift giving scene in EE, when Gimli is explain his gift)

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So this is loss?

I never understood grief and loss, for I have never experienced it before. But now, today, as I stand on this rocky cliff outside of the Moria, I realize I understand it less then I have ever thought.

Gandalf the Grey has fallen into shadow. He has gone, left the mortal coil, and I do not know how to deal with my pain, for I have never in my time been touched by such sadness.

I have never known what it is like to lose some one dear to me, not the way that the others have. Elves do not die; they only chose to bring their existence to a close. But humans, and hobbits, and dwarves. They must all end in a different way.

Sam, Pippin, Merry and Frodo are all crying. And I feel the tears well in my own eyes, but I will not let them fall, for I do not understand why they are there. I do not understand why the hobbits cry for their friends when they should be worried about other, more important things. The fellowship, the quest, the ring and its possessive powers.

I do not understand why I wish to join them in their weeping, in the sobs that rack their bodies. They seem to be releasing the pain, but I do not feel the need.

I feel the pain, but I do not feel the need to release it. I feel the need to hold on to the sorrow and agony that I feel over Gandalf's passing. To explore this new emotion that has my body wound tight. Which has my thoughts rushing and my heart racing.

This new emotion which seems to keep me sane in this dark hour.

I can see from the look in his eyes that Aragorn wants to continue on the road, he knows that the sooner we make way to Lothlorien, the sooner we can overcome this grief. I also see that he is fighting his own grief. I wonder why he does not have tears in his eyes as the Hobbits do.

Does every one deal with grief differently? Do they all see things in a different way?

We must move on, but I feel no desire to leave the rocky pass. I feel no desire to move away from the door to the halls of Moria, but I realize that soon it will be unsafe for us here. I understand what I have to do, and I quickly put aside my confusion over my pain and loss.

After Aragorn's words, I stand and move to Sam, helping him to his feet. I do not know what to say to the grieving young man, but in many ways, I feel as though he would not want to here worlds of death from a being who is never to die.

As the fellowship, reduced by one, leaves the rocks and continues on their way, I can't help but think of Gandalf, and all of his teachings.

And the powerful lesson he had taught me.

He showed me what grief is.