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A/N: Ok. I can explain.
This is somewhat a distraction fic, because I have serious writer's block for my other fic, I will update, but just not right now. I need sometime to decide where I am going with it, I'm sure you guys would prefer it if 'secrets of Isengard' is not a rushed and messy fic. So. Yeah. Enjoy this, not a one shot. Death fic ( ikr, i'm sorry, don't kill me pls)
"Fly you fools"
With that Gandalf the Grey, fell, slipping into the abyss, to darkness, and seemingly to his untimely demise.
A wave of grief seemingly swept over the shocked fellowship, Boromir had barely snapped out of his grief stricken state in time to rush forward, restraining the Hobbits. They had just lost one member of the fellowship, he did not plan on losing any more.
Gimli stumbled back a few steps, it felt like someone had punched him in the gut. A blinding rage overtook him and he fought valiantly against the strong arms that were suddenly holding him back. He would later find them to be those of his dear friend, Aragorn.
Un-noticed by the rest of the fellowship, was Legolas Greenleaf. The Elf knelt, a fair distance from the rest of his companions, with a pale hand over his heart, clutching at his tunic as if he was in great physical pain.
He had known Gandalf longer than any of the others, since he was an Elfling in fact, and that had been a very long time ago, thousands of years ago.
He distantly heard Aragorn yelling for him, telling him to get up. He could sense the Orcish arrows that whizzed through the air, sometimes skimming his blonde hair, he knew that it would not be very long until one of them found their mark. The danger was present and very real, and he tried to move his legs, he did. But his body just didn't seem to be responding to him.
All of a sudden there was burning pain in his right shoulder and he knew that he had been right about the arrows, he didn't realise that his injury was not, in fact, life threatening. When darkness began to creep across his vision and beckon him into unconsciousness, he thought he was dying.
The last thing he knew was the feeling of being lifted slightly by strong hands, and a command that he could not obey of,
" Legolas stay with me, stay awake"
Then he was slipping into the sweet darkness and he briefly wondered.
" Is this what death feels like?"
A/N: * Runs*
