a/n: This story is from the point of view of Legolas, and it takes place at the Battle of the Black Gate. Special thanks to maxine angelin, and daisymall13 for editing, and as always please read and review!

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~White shores.~

I stop and look down as a metal tip protrudes from my stomach. Pain explodes through me as I crumple to my knees, crimson blood spilling down the front of my tunic. Slowly, I look up at the scene before me. Aragorn is pinned under a troll's foot, struggling to get up and fight.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, "I have failed you." A wave of nausea hits me and the pain becomes unbearable, burning into my skin and threatening to swallow me whole. I sway on my knees, almost toppling over as an orc approaches me, blade raised. I lower my head in defeat, waiting for the blow that will strike me down for good.
'Goodbye Adar,' I say in my head, 'I will see Naneth today, in the halls of Mandos.' I am not afraid of dying-But I am sad. Not for myself, but for the lives that will never be the same. I am just another life lost, so that good shall triumph evil, so that Sauron shall fall. Just another soul so that one will have a chance at life. Then the blow comes, slicing through skin, bone…and brain tissue, then being pulled out again. White spots appear on my vision and blood trickles out of my mouth. The battle around me seems to slow as I fall back onto the sightless, unmoving bodies of my comrades and enemies. The darkness is so inviting and my eyelids feel heavy as drowsiness envelopes me in its smothering embrace. My vision blurs and I feel my body quiver.
'Just a little nap,' I tell myself, surrendering to the darkness as my eyes close. The pain ebbs away and one of the last things I hear are joyous cheers. "FRODO! FRODO!" they scream. I smile, proud of the Hobbit. Then, the darkness fully blankets me and I can hear no more.
The endless waves of darkness give way to light and I am floating, all the pain and wariness gone. I am outside of my body, looking down at it. I do not move and under all the blood and dirt, I am smiling softly. Then, Aragorn finds me. A cry escapes his lips as he gently takes my broken body into his arms, burying his head in my shoulder. I hope he won't grieve for me long, for I am happy now, truly happy. Then I feel myself being pushed away as the world around me warps and changes. And then I see it.

White shores.