A/N;I would just like to say that if anything this was the easiest part to write! The look on Orlando Bloom's face in the movie said it all.

Legolas' POV

I never saw Mithrandir fall, but my heart told me that a mighty spirit was leaving Arda. Middle-Earth. I tried to believe that is was someone else who was departing but Frodo's anguished cry of "Gandalf!" told me otherwise.

My heart told me to run around, to fight, but my mind told me to keep going, that there was nothing I could do.

The cold air of the Dimrill Dale hit my face and my hair whipped around my head. I glanced around me and saw every other member of the company huddled on the ground, tears running down their faces. I didn't understand what had happened. Mithrandir had been around all through my childhood and the only mortal I had major contact with was Estel.

I didn't understand death. True my mother had died but I had only been a child and I had seen other warriors had fallen in battle but I knew in my heart that I was going to see them again before the end. I felt no such conviction this time. Mithrandir was gone and Arda had lost one of her greatest protectors.

My gaze fell on the green leaves of Lothlòrien away in the distance but for once felt no joy at the sight. I could hear the trees trying to comfort me, whispering soothing words to me but I did not feel any better. It was finally beginning to sink in. Mithrandir was dead. Yet again I had been denied the chance to say farewell.

I turned back to face the door to the mines but could not think of anything.

The brushing of leather in stone made me turn round. Estel was standing behind me, his face stained with tears and his breathing ragged from his crying.

I remembered Estel as a child, the only Edain among so many elves. Whenever he was upset I would embrace him and tell him everything was going to be all right. I felt like doing so now but of course it wasn't going to be all right this time. As a child, Estel may have been consoled by such words but now he was old enough and wise enough to fully understand what had happened. He understood better than I did.

"Estel," I asked him. "What hope so we have without Mithrandir?"

He placed his hand on my shoulder as he replied; "We must do without hope."

I looked over to the woods of Lothlòrien again while Estel spoke to the rest of the company. I was brought roughly back to the Dimrill Dale by Boromir's angry reply. I stood between them not knowing what to do. I felt that the last thing the company needed was a confrontation between the two Edain.

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs!" Estel shot at Boromir and moved over to Sam. Dimly I was aware of the fact that I made my way over to the Dwarf to help him up. Turning back to the door of Moria again, I blinked and a single tear ran down my face.

"Hiro hon, hidh ab 'wanath," I muttered and the wind carried my blessing to the Valar. May he find peace after death

Namarie hodoer. Namarie mellon brün nin. Farewell wise one. Farewell my old friend