Aragorn's POV
I watched as the Balrog fell through the chasm under Gandalf. As he turned, the Balrog made a final stand and lashed his whip around Gandalf's ankle. My chest got tight as Gandalf struggled to grip the bridge. Right before he fell, Gandalf shouted, "Fly, you fools!"
Boromir struggled to keep a hold on Frodo as he screamed in horror. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the bridge.
He can't be gone. I couldn't show my emotion; I was the leader of the Fellowship now. If I broke down, so would the others. I managed to follow Boromir into the blinding sunlight of midday. Merry tried to comfort a balled-up Pippin. Boromir held Gimli back as the Dwarf tried to run back into Moria. I held back tears as I cleaned the orc blood off of my sword. As much as I hated it, we had to keep moving.
"Leoglas! Get them up!" I ordered.
"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" Boromir objected.
"By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with orcs! We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Legolas, Boromir, get them up."
The others slowly helped the hobbits get to their feet. I couldn't see Frodo, until...
"Frodo!" The hobbit turned around, tears brimming. As I walked toward him, I could barely hold back my own tears. I kneeled in front of him, hand on Frodo's shoulder.
"Frodo, I'm sorry."
Before I could say anymore, the hobbit wrapped his arms around my neck in a hug. I sat there for a moment, not caring that I was crying.