I just got back from seeing LotR… again… sad isn't it? Anyway, here's Aragorn's version of it all. It may not be as good as my last one (not that that was too good either) but I'll probably end up fixing it as time goes on. Hope you all like this mini series.. Next chapter they'll be in Lothlorien. Thank you to everyone that reviews!
-A
Lost. Confused. Frightened. I was frightened of this heavy new burden that I was made to bear. "Lead them on, Aragorn." Gandalf's request, his command. To lead the Fellowship on. Did he know that he would not pass out of Moria? Did he know that the Balrog would take him? It was a horror to watch and it seemed to unfold so slowly. I saw the monstrous beast cross onto the bridge, heard the cries of the wizard. I saw the demon fall and I breathed a sigh of relief - the Gray Wizard remained and the fellowship could move on. And then I saw it. The great bull whip rise from the depths, tangle around Gandalf's ankle, saw the wizard fall into the darkness. I was numb then, my heart felt as though it was shattering in my chest. Boromir was calling me, I could barely hear his voice over the pounding in my own head. An arrow flew past my head - survival drew me to leave the place above Khazad Dum.
The bright but clouded light of the outside world hurt my eyes the moment we left the darkness of Moria. Grief overwhelmed me, I felt I could not bear it. Our leader was gone and so that fell onto me. I was to look after the remaining seven of our group. The weight of it rested on my shoulders as I cleaned the goblin blood away from the sword reforged.
"Legolas, get them up." I looked up into the face of the Elf. He looked as though his heart was breaking and unshed tears shone in his blue eyes. But I could pay no heed to the look. He seemed detached from it and everything else as he roused the two Halflings closest to himself. Only Boromir protested.
"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!"
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs! We must reach the wood of Lothlorien. On your feet Sam." I lifted the hobbit and I could not bear to look at his face. I could not look at any of them for too long a time, the grief was raw on their faces. Frodo had wandered away and I called to him. My own grief was safely tucked away, it could not get in my way as we traveled on.