Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.
A/N: I got this idea after watching FotR extended version, with the cast commentary. It was something Commando 'Lando (Orlando Bloom) said.
We were all there, except one. Gandalf. He…he fell. A long way. Fire was leaping everywhere.
I breathed in the fresh air as though it would make the last few moments disappear. It hurt to breath. What was this? I looked around, confused. The pained look was stamped on everyone's face.
What was this?
I watched everyone. Aragorn's eyes were open wide; I could see every feeling within him. Grief, concern, but most of all, pain. Excruciating pain. Borimir and Gimli were together. I sensed the pain within them too. Sam was almost broken. And Pippin was crumpled on the ground, Merry beside him.
I looked at Aragorn's face, and saw something. A crystal, was it? I couldn't tell from this distance. It was a form of water, coming out of his eyes. Suddenly, I remembered this from a story long ago…It was called a tear.
What was this?
Frodo. Where was Frodo? I looked around urgently for the ring bearer. I saw him in his green cloak. His curly dark hair was dancing in the open breeze. He was walking away, looking off in the distance. Where was he going?
What was this?
Suddenly, he turned around. I saw his bright blue eyes, the same crystal liquid falling softly from them. The two eyes were like windows into his mind, and I felt the same unbearable pain I had sensed in the other members of the fellowship.
Suddenly, I knew what this was.
This was death.
I knew of death. I knew what it meant, and how it happened. I'd heard of deaths before. Why, I'd even seen death, right down in the Mines of Moria. I'd killed my enemies before.
But now, I was living the death of someone I knew. I was feeling death. This feeling was so new to me. It hurt. I winced as a spasm of pain went all through my body. I felt my eyes become warm.
"Get them up," Aragorn demanded. His voice was distant. I was dreaming. No, I wasn't dreaming. Dreams won't give you this kind of pain that is so real.
"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" Borimir cried, putting his hand on Gimli's shoulder. I felt as though I might break. I had never felt this before. Aragorn said something, but I did not hear it. I just saw his mouth move.
So this is death.
Farewell, Gandalf the Grey.