So hi, I am new to writing fan fiction and i am so excited to get started. Have been reading stories off of this site for years and so decided that i would give it a go. This is a story that came to me when watching Lord of the Rings the other day. I hope you enjoy and i would really appreciate it if you could leave me some feedback too!

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My Fault

The drums got louder and louder as their enemy approached with lighting like speed, their footsteps echoing in the large empty halls like thunder on a stormy night.

'Orcs!' spat the Elf as he looked at Aragorn with worried eyes.

'Stay behind Gandalf!' shouted Aragorn as he turned to look at the rest of the company.

Boromir ran to the gates, two arrows embedded themselves if the wood before him, narrowly missing his face. A roar rumbled through the halls making the mans stomach turn and Boromir pulled the old, rotten, wooden door shut, sweat dripping from his brow as he looked at the ranger.

'They have a cave troll.' he stated, a touch of irritation in his voice.

Aragorn, Legolas and Boromir leapt into action barricading themselves into their small fortress with whatever they could find scattered across the dusty floor. Legolas threw spears and axes at the men, and they wedged them against the door in the hope that it would hold back their enemy, even if it was for a short time. Squeals echoed as the wooden gate began to shake, bodies ramming against it from the other side. Small holes appeared in the doors as the orcs hacked away at it with their rusted swords and axes.

Gimli scrambled onto the grave that sat proudly in the middle of the room, a single sliver of moonlight illuminating the room as the gate continued to rattle.

'Let them come!' shouted the dwarf as he held his axe firmly in hand 'there is one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath.' he spat as he crouched in readiness.

Bigger holes appeared within the gates and orcs began to bare their pointed teeth at the fellowship. Legolas shot one Orc through the small opening in the doors with deadly accuracy, and then Aragorn shot another. The elf notched another arrow to his bow with deadly speed but before he could fire it the gates burst open and dozens of orcs began pouring through the small entrance. Legolas and Aragorn, in turn, fired another shot before the orcs reached them and they resorted to the blade, the screams of the orcs filled the room with agonising intensity as they hacked away at their enemy. The rest of the company joined the fight now, hobbits swinging their small swords at the clumsy orcs, Gandalf using both his sword and his staff to take down the rancid creatures that continued to fill the room. Suddenly stone flew as the cave troll barged through the archway causing the Fellowship to stop and look up in shock. The only one not fazed was the elf and he immediately fired a shot at the troll, doing nothing but angering the creature further. The troll surged forward and began to swing his heavy club at Sam but the hobbit was able to avoid the heavy-handed manoeuvre and slide between the creatures bulky legs. Aragorn and Boromir tugged at the chain that was clamped around the creatures neck, in order to pull him away from the halfling. The troll angered by this grabbed his chain and swung it, throwing Boromir across the room, dazing the man for a few moments. Aragorn looked to his fellow man with concern etched into his features but saw that he did not appear to be hurt, so after throwing his knife at an orc that had crept up on the Gondorian and killing it instantly he nodded at the man and turned to continue fighting.

The troll now turned his attention to the Dwarf that was still stood upon his cousins grave, and who had seconds before launched his axe at the dull creature's chest. It swung its club at the stout warrior causing the stone coffin he had stood upon to shatter and sent the dwarf flying. The troll continued to charge at Gimli, throwing all the orcs that charged at his victim out of the way, but two arrows knocked him back. Legolas had seen that the gruesome creature had chosen to target the Dwarf, and secretly he knew that the dwarf would be driven crazy knowing that an elf had saved his skin. The Woodland elf then swiftly turned to kill two orcs who chosen to attack him, with feline like fluidity but then a rattle of metal caught the elf's attention and he looked up to see the troll looking at him as he prepared to swing his chain. The elf smiled and then ducked as the chain swung above his head, the air buffeting him as it moved passed him. Angry the troll swung the chain again causing rocks to fly and the elf to fall to his hands and knees, stones hitting his back and causing the elf to wince but as quick as a cat he stood and faced his gigantic opponent again. The troll grew more and more frustrated that his new victim was able to dodge his attacks so easily and screamed as he swung his chain down on Legolas again with brute force. This time the chain came down hard onto the elf's shoulder causing the elf to stumble backwards and more rocks came streaming upwards as the metal hit the ground. One hit the elf on his temple and caused him to falter backwards, the back of his head slamming against the jagged edge of a wall. He stumbled slightly as spots began to dance in front of his eyes, he grabbed onto the wall next to him to steady himself but was unable to dodge the next blow that came at him across his torso and sending him soaring into a wall and rendering him unconscious.

Aragorn watched in horror as his old friend flew backwards and then fell limp against the cold, grey, stone wall. He tried to run to his companion's side however was blocked by a hideous orc, its black face covered in piercings and tattoos that made his appearance all the more intimidating. The creature screeched in the rangers face and Aragorn yelled in return before running the creature through with his sword. Suddenly he realised that the troll had taken his attention away from the woodland elf and was now focused on the ring bearer. Torn between finding out if his friend was still alive and protecting Frodo, he threw one more worried look at the elf and with his keen eyes, he could see the gentle rise and fall of the warrior's chest. The ranger then turned to see the Hobbit had gotten separated from Merry and Pippin.

'FRODO!' he shouted as he cut down another orc and waded his way through the sea of bodies to his companion.

The troll had grabbed the halfling by his ankles and dragged him across the dusty floor.

'Aragorn, ARAGORN!' screamed Frodo as he grabbed onto one of the many pillars that held the up the vaulted ceiling above them.

The ranger grabbed a spear and rammed it hard into the creatures tough hide as Merry and Pippin threw rocks at it, but it seemed to have little effect and the troll swiped at the ranger in anger sending him flying into a pile of broken rocks. Frodo ran to Aragorn's side but the man was out cold and the troll had once again directed his attention to him. The hobbit threw himself out of the way as the troll swung the spear at him, but as he had gotten up to flee, his way was blocked by the spear that had been embedded in the stone wall above Aragorn's head but seconds before. Frodo's heart began to race as he looked up in horror at the Troll who knocked him into a corner, trapping the ring bearer. He knew what was coming and with one swift movement, the creature rammed the spear into him causing the halfling to gasp as pain erupted through his gut. The giant snorted as he pushed the spear in further. Everyone stopped dead and watched in horror as the ring bearer's face contorted in agony. Suddenly Merry and Pippin jumped onto the creatures broad shoulders and began to hack at its thick neck with their small blades.

'FRODO!' shouted Sam as he began to began to cut down orcs with accuracy and fury he did not know he had within him.

The group began to once again take down the few orcs that remained in the dark, stoney tomb. Legolas came to, to see everyone battling harder than they had before. He looked to his right to see both Frodo and Aragorn unconscious across the from him. His heart began to race, he knew he had to do something. The elf gingerly got to his feet, grabbing his bow from beside him, a wave of dizziness hit him and he had to lean against a wall to stop his legs from giving way beneath him. The troll had now managed to grab Merry from his back and was swinging the Hobbit about as the others fought to bring the creature down. Gimli swung his axe and Gandalf his sword at it which made the dull creature drop Merry, the halfling groaning in pain as he hit the floor with a thud. The Wizard and the Dwarf continued to hack away at it, their blows making the beast weary. Legolas had managed to stumble towards the rest of the group and had his bow drawn in readiness, his hands shaking at the huge effort it took to hold his bow up. Pippin stabbed the troll in the back of his neck causing it to swing its head back and in the blink of an eye, the elf shot one arrow through the creature's throat and into its brain. The troll swayed on his feet, bringing one gigantic hand to its lip and touching the blood that now dripped from the corner of his mouth. It swayed again and then with a mighty crash hit the ground, sending dust up into the air like fog on a cold morning and Pippin flying to the ground. The fellowship stood around it in a moment of silent reprieve but then Gandalf quickly ran to see Aragorn crawling to Frodos side, everyone else taking slow steps towards them, their face's covered with sorrow.

'Oh no.' whispered Aragorn as he slowly rolled Frodo onto his back.

The hobbit began to cough and Sam ran to his friend's side to see him alive and without a scratch.

'He's alive.' he said with a sigh of relief as he looked to the others as they stood around them.

'I'm alright, I'm not hurt.' said Frodo as he propped himself up.

'You should be dead.' Stated Aragorn as looked at Frodo with confused eyes 'that spear would have skewered a wild boar.'

'I think there's more to this Hobbit than meets the eye.' said Gandalf as he looked at Frodo with a quizzical expression.

Frodo opened his shirt to reveal a beautiful mail shirt that glistened in the low light of the room.

'Mithril,' said Gimli as his eyes widened in surprise 'You are full of surprises master Baggins.'

Aragorn stood and was surprised to see Legolas stood amongst the rest of the party. He made his way to the Elf who's chest was heaving, his blue eyes wide and his pale complexion almost white, but for the crimson blood that caked the side of his face.

'Mellon-nin' said Aragorn as he placed a concerned hand on Legolas' shoulder.

Legolas winced at his friends touch as pain shot through his arm like molten lava. He wavered on his feet, air becoming harder to grasp. The soft sounds of something wet splashing on the floor filled the room and Aragorn looked down to see blood dripping from his friend's long fingers. His bow was on the floor, painted with its owners blood and his blade clasped in his other hand was shaking.

'Legolas?' Asked Aragorn as he looked at the elf straight in the eyes but his friend did not answer him, or even seem to acknowledge he was there.

Shrieks echoed through the hall and the Fellowship realised that they needed to run, they needed to get out of here before the next bout of orcs made their attack.

'To the bridge of khazad dum.' said Gandalf quickly as he turned quickly to flee their battlefield.

'Legolas we must run.' said Aragorn as he placed his hand on the elf's uninjured shoulder.

Finally the elf looked at him with fear filled eyes and Aragorn could see the blood that dyed the hair at the back of the elf's head. Aragorn's heart sank and in that moment he did not know what to do but place his hand around his friends waist and drag him after the rest of the Fellowship as they ran across the deserted halls of Dwarrowdelf. The elf pushed himself to run as hard as he could but his body was beginning to betray him, his hand now red with his own blood, his chest tight as breathing became more and more difficult. He knew he was in a bad way, and he knew there was no point in trying to pretend otherwise. The ranger was almost completely holding his weight now and orcs were hot on their heals, squealing as they chased after the fellowship. Orcs came at them from all directions, crawling down the pillars and soon they were surrounded. The orcs snarled and laughed, knowing that they had won this fight before it had even begun.

A low rumble sounded from the deep and suddenly the orcs began to scramble in fear, crawling up the walls as quickly as they had ascended from them. Gimli laughed in victory, thinking they had scared them off but Gandalf knew better. Once again the rumble sounded but louder this time as a golden light began to shine between the pillars before them. Legolas pulled himself from Aragorn's grasp and drew his bow, trying to aim at the creature that was hunting them, but soon he lowered it as he realised what this monster was.

'What is this new devilry?' Quizzed Boromir, his voice shaking with fear.

Gandalf did not answer straight away and more rumbles sounded through the halls as the creature edged ever closer. Aragorn looked at the wizard and then to the elf whose face was no longer etched with pain but with a look of terror, he knew what this creature was.

'A Balrog,' stated Gandalf, his eyes sad 'a demon of the ancient world.'

Legolas' heart quickened as he then looked to the ranger, was he the only other person that knew how much danger they were actually in.

'This foe is beyond any of you. RUN!' shouted the wizard.

Legolas suddenly felt a surge of strength return to him and he turned and ran with the rest of the company as fast as his legs could take him. Aragorn ran beside him, concern filled his features but he knew that now was not the time to be worrying about injured comrades, they needed to get out of these mines and soon. They ran through a small archway and down some steep steps, Legolas still holding his own despite the unbearable pain he was in but he knew there was no time to stop, he had to keep going. As they reached the bottom of the steps Boromir almost fell over the edge of a ledge but Legolas managed to catch him before he plunged to his death. As the man fell back against the elf, pain-wracked Legolas' body and he bit his lip in order not to scream.

Gandalf felt a wave of weariness hit him as he reached the base of the stairs and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

'Gandalf?' Said Aragorn as he looked at the wizard with worried eyes.

'Lead them on Aragorn,' replied Gandalf as he placed a comforting hand on the Dunedain's shoulder 'the bridge is near.' he finished as he looked up to the stone structure in the distance.

The Balrog roared again from behind them and Aragorn tried to run past the Wizard towards the fiery creature.

'Do as I say!' shouted the wizard as he pushed the man back, Aragorn looked at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion 'swords are no more use here.' he finished as he walked towards the rest of the company.

Legolas stood for a moment and looked down at his tunic that was now soaked through with his blood, rips covered the green cloth and fresh blood seeped from them steadily. He knew he needed help but he could not be selfish, his duty was to protect Frodo, even if it cost him his life. The fellowship began to run again, Legolas was fairly far behind now, his strength weening as his lifeblood left him. They continued to run down the tired stairs towards the bridge that would mean their salvation. Legolas leapt over the edge of the steps so that he landed before the rest of the group and he instantly regretted the move as his legs began to feel weak beneath him. Soon though he regained his composure and ran quickly down the steps only to find that time had caused them to crumble and now there was a large chasm between them and the rest of their path. Legolas leapt over the crack with ease and then turned to face the rest of the fellowship who were clearly scared to make the jump. The Balrog let out another low grumble and stones began to fall behind them as the demon got closer and closer.

'Gandalf' said Legolas as he waved the Wizard over.

The wizard used all his strength and jumped, landing safely on the other side with Legolas steadying him as his feet touched the floor. He could see the elf wince, and he looked down to see fresh wounds covering the elf's chest but before he could say anything arrows began to ricochet off the steps at their feet. They all looked up to see Orc archers in the distance firing at them.

Legolas fired a shot back that went directly between one of the archers eyes, and it fell into the blackness below.

'MERRY, PIPPIN' shouted Boromir has he grabbed the Hobbits and leapt across, the stairs cracking and giving way beneath him as he jumped. Legolas caught them as they reached the other side, sending more pangs of pain shooting through his battered body.

Once they were safe Legolas fired another two consecutive shots, killing the archers with deadly accuracy.

'Sam.' said Aragorn as he grabbed the blonde Hobbit and threw him over the gap, Boromir catching him on the other side.

He then turned to Gimli but the Dwarf put his stout hand in the Rangers face.

'Nobody tosses a dwarf.' he stated as he readied himself and jumped, his boots just reaching the other side, but he began to fall backwards. Legolas managed to grab the first thing he could

'NOT THE BEARD' yelled the Dwarf as he was pulled to safety, partly irritated that the elf had saved him twice now.

Aragorn took Legolas' place as archer and fired shots at the orcs as the dwarf managed to scramble to safety, his weight putting pressure on the elf's wounds and he could not help but cry out this time. His cries were masked however by the sound of falling rocks as more of the stairs began to crumble beneath the ranger and the ring-bearer.

'FRODO' shouted Aragorn as he managed to push the halfling to safety, he himself only just managing to pull himself up and out of danger.

The Balrogs steps sent more tremors, causing rocks to fall left, right and centre, one breaking through the steps behind them until they were stood upon a single pillar that began to crumble below them. The platform began to sway and Aragorn grabbed hold of Frodo and held him tight as the desperately fought to keep their balance. Legolas looked up at them in horror, his oldest friend and the ring-bearer he swore to protect were beyond his help.

'Lean forward.' shouted Aragorn as he nudged the halfling forward.

Frodo complied and slowly the stone structure began to plummet towards the rest of the company.

'Come on!' shouted Legolas as he held his arms open wide, ready to catch the Ranger.

The steps came to a momentary holt that was long enough to allow the pair to jump to safety, Legolas catching Aragorn in his arms, the two sharing a worried glance at each other before they began to run again, knowing that they had lost precious time.

Gandalf stopped and let them pass him, ushering them on with his sword.

'Over the bridge, Fly!' he shouted.

The Elf stopped and turned to see Gandalf face to face with a demon of fire. Its body ablaze as it roared at the wizard, a fire burning within its throat. The creature began to charge at them and Gandalf turned and began to run again, and so Legolas did the same. His strength was almost all but gone, sweat began to run down his face as he placed his bloodied hand over his chest as if to try and stop some of his precious blood from leaving him. He didn't have much longer, he knew that but he had to last long enough to get Frodo out of Moria, only then when he knew that the Hobbit was safe could he let the the white ships take him. So he ran, across the small thin bridge before him, his legs trembling as he did but when he reached the other side he turned to see Gandalf still stood there, the Balrog before him.

'YOU CANNOT PASS.' he shouted, his sword and staff held out before him.

'GANDALF.' shouted Frodo as he looked at the wizard with wide eyes.

The Balrog pulled itself up, opened its wings and clenched its black fists and more flames began to emanate from its black body.

'I am a servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor.' said Gandalf as he lifted his staff and it's stone began to glow more intensely 'the dark fire will not avail you, the flame of Udun!'

The Balrog swung its sword of fire at the Wizard, but a white dome appeared above Gandalf and the weapon did not touch him. Legolas looked on at the Wizard, his eyes fixed on his old friend, he stumbled forwards but was pulled back by a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Aragorn holding onto him tightly but his eyes fixed on Gandalf, wide in fear and shock at what was happening before them.

'Go back to the shadow,' stated the wizard and he held his ground, the Balrog's sword now a fiery whip that smashed against Gandalf's magical shield.

'YOU SHALL NOT PASS!' with a tremendous bang, Gandalf smashed his staff upon the bridge at his feet.

The Balrog stepped forward but began to fall as the bridge gave way beneath it and for a moment Gandalf stood there and watched as the foul creature plummeted into the depths, but as he turned his back the Balrog's whip flew up and grabbed him by the ankle, pulling the wizard down with it.

'NO, NOOO!' shouted Sam

'GANDALF!' screamed Frodo as he tried to run to the Wizard but was stopped as Boromir grabbed him, knowing that they needed to get out of the mine and now.

Legolas stared at the wizard, tears filled his eyes and for a moment they looked at each other in silent understanding. The elf then looked to Frodo who was staring at the wizard with pain filled eyes and then to Aragorn who was now stood before him, silently decided whether to run to Mithrandir.

'Fly you fools!' said Gandalf, and then all of a sudden he was gone.

The elf fell to his knees and wept, he could hear Frodo screaming in the background and Boromir yelling Aragorn's name, but it was all muffled like he was underwater. Suddenly something hit his shoulder and sent him falling backwards, his head hitting the floor and sending new waves of pain through his ruined body.

Aragorn spun around and what met his eyes made him drop to his knees. Legolas was laid there, an arrow protruding from his already bloodied shoulder. Without thinking he scooped the elf up into his arms and ran for the stairs, ducking and dodging arrows that flew at him as he did. As the blue light of day greeted him, he saw the fellowship scattered around the rocks, Boromir restraining Gimli as the Dwarf tried to wrestle his way back into the mines, Merry holding Pippin as he wept on the floor, Sam sat alone with his head in his hands and Frodo walking alone about the jagged rock before them.

Aragorn laid Legolas down on the floor and for the first time got to see the extent of the elf's injuries. His chest was torn to shreds from the Trolls heavy chain along with his left arm, which also now had a large black arrow embedded in it. Aragorn took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Boromir who had noticed Aragorn carrying the elf out of the Mines.

'What happened?' he asked as he crouched beside the ranger.

'Moria happened.' was all that Aragorn could stomach to say before looking at his fellow man with anger filling his features 'We should never have been there in the first place!' he spat as he began to rummage through his pack for bandages.

'Aragorn, what can i do?' asked the Gondorian as he placed a comforting hand upon the rangers shoulder.

'Fetch Frodo, don't let him leave your sight. I am going to bandage Legolas and then we will make our way to the woods of Lothlorien. If we do not leave soon these hills will be swarming with orcs.' Replied Aragorn, not taking his eyes off of the elf.

Boromir nodded and went off after the ring-bearer. Sam soon appeared by Aragorn's side, tears streaming down his dirtied cheeks.

'What can i do?' was all he said as he looked Legolas' prone form.

'Hold him up for me.' replied Aragorn as he began to push the elf into a sitting position, causing the elf to let out an agonising scream.

The fellowship jumped at this, a lot of them unaware that another one of their fellowship was on the brink of death. Sam fell to Legolas' side and placed one of his arms under the Elf's shoulders, the other holding his hand in an attempt to comfort the elf as his face creased in pain.

'It'll be alright Mr Legolas' said Sam 'Strider will get you patched up and make you all better.' he finished as his eyes met with the elf's.

Legolas' gave him a weak smile as Aragorn made quick work of binding his chest. Gently Sam and Aragorn gently laid him back down and Aragorn looked at Sam with stern eyes.

'I need to you hold his shoulders now Sam.' he said as he placed his hand on the Hobbits arm.

Sam looked at him with fear in his eyes but nodded in understanding. He placed a hand on each of the elf's shoulders, being careful to avoid the arrow. Aragorn took and deep breath and then grabbed the shaft of the black arrow in his friends shoulder.

'I'm sorry Mellon-nin.' he said as, with one swift movement he pulled it out.

Sam struggled to keep the elf down as he screamed in agony, his eyes so wide that Sam felt as if he could see straight into his soul. After a few moments, Legolas' body began to still and he looked at the Hobbit with tears in his eyes, he smiled placing a hand on the Hobbits forearm.

'Hannon Le' said the elf, his eyes then rolled back into his head and his hand fell limp at his side.

'Legolas?' said Sam as he shook the elf in an attempt to wake him 'LEGOLAS!' he yelled again as tears began to spill from his bloodshot eyes again, carving paths through the dust on his face.

Everyone stood around them in shock, Aragorn frozen in place, Merry, Pippin and Frodo all huddled together, still weeping and Boromir behind them with shock etched into his features. Gimli took a step forward, taking in the elf's bloodied body before him, his head lolled to one side showing a large gash across his temple and blood staining his golden hair. He looked up to Aragorn who was staring at his old friend in disbelief.

'Aragorn,' said Gimli suddenly as he took another step towards the ranger 'this is my fault.'

Aragorn looked up at the dwarf with a look on his face that made Gimli's blood go cold.

'Yes.. yes it is.'

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Well there it is, the first chapter to my first ever fanfiction. Please tell me what you think. Sorry to end it on a cliffhanger but i personally love them haha! Hope you enjoyed it!