Though the spear collided with his body and buried deep within his chest, not a scream passed his lips. Strangely enough, Legolas didn't feel the pain but he was certain that it would come crashing down later. Blood dripped down from the spear and stained his clothes in bright crimson.

"L-Legolas!" Frodo cried, staring wide-eyed at the elf.

Legolas looked over his shoulder at the young hobbit but his attention was brought back to the troll as it thrust the spear deeper into his chest causing more blood to spill. Letting his twin blades clatter to the floor, he grabbed the spear to try and stop it from skewering him completely and hitting Frodo behind him.

"Run Frodo!" he yelled at the paralyzed hobbit as his arms started to shake from the strain of keeping the spear at bay.

Frodo managed to move out of the way just before Legolas lost his grip and the spear impaled him. The force made him collide into the wall. In a last ditch effort to kill the beast, he strung an arrow and aimed it at the creatures head.

The troll had shifted as the arrow flew and only manage to hit the ear, but this distracted it as it opened its mouth wide and roared with pain. Legolas aimed carefully and sent two arrows straight into the troll's mouth, piercing its brain. A hollow moan emitted from its throat and it collapsed in a heap, finally dead.

Legolas slid down the wall and his blood was smeared on it. He reached for one of his blades so he could try and cut most of the spear off so it wouldn't cause any more internal damage. It wasn't an easy feat but he managed to get a hold of his blade and in one swift movement, he'd cut off most of the spear.

Frodo hadn't gone far after he was told to run, for he was worried about the elf that had risked his life for him. He slowly got to his feet and walked over to Legolas, seeing the extent of the damage to his body.

Although a majority of the spear was cut off, there was a large portion of it sticking out grotesquely. Blood poured from the wound and collected in a gory pool around the elf. Frodo swallowed, fearful of losing the contents of his stomach as its metallic smell invaded his nose.

"L-Legolas?" he asked his voice barely audible.

The elf didn't answer, his eyes half closed stared past the hobbit and the only sign of life was the uneven rise and fall of his chest. With every breath, the spear moved and Frodo could only imagine how much pain the elf was in.

"Legolas?" he asked again, a little louder this time.

The elf blinked out of his trance and turned his gaze to the hobbit and sighed, thoroughly relieved, "Thank the Valar that you are all right." Legolas looked down at himself and his eyes widened at the spearhead sticking out of his chest, "Hmm... well, this is slightly problematic..."

"Problematic?" Frodo said, dumbfounded at the elf's reaction. He was dying and he didn't seem aware of how precarious the situation was. Frodo scrambled towards his injured friend and simply stared, not knowing what to do.

"It's alright Frodo," Legolas said quietly and smiled.

Frodo shook his head, "No, no it's not alright! You're hurt because of me-"

He stopped in mid-sentence as the elf closed his eyes tightly. Without warning, he gripped the end of the spear, pulling with all his might and with a strangled scream the spearhead was removed. Breathing heavily, Legolas put an arm tightly around the wound to try and stem the sudden gush of blood. He winced at the pressure and struggled to stand up. Frodo rushed forward and helped the elf to his feet.

"Should you be standing?" he asked as Legolas leaned heavily against the wall.

"I just... need a minute..." he whispered and closed his eyes.

Frodo turned and saw Aragorn coming to and he rushed towards him.

"Aragorn... Aragorn Legolas is hurt you have to help him!" he said frantically, tugging on the man's arm, "Legolas is hurt Aragorn!" Frodo yelled.

He quickly got to his feet, terrified of his friend's condition but it didn't take him long to find out. As soon as he stood, the sight of Legolas reached his eyes. The elf was bent over so his hair shielded his face and blood dripped onto the floor.

"No... no, no, no, no, no! Legolas!" Aragorn screamed and ran to his friend.

Legolas' breathing was ragged and laboured and his chest screamed with pain at each breath. Aragorn nearly crashed into him and Legolas smiled at the sight of his friend's face.

"Aragorn... you're... you're a-alright," he wheezed.

"Hold on Legolas just hold on-"

"Aragorn! We must continue to the Bridge of Khazad-dûm!" Gandalf called but fell silent at the sight of Legolas, "Oh no..." he whispered.

"Can you walk?" Aragorn asked.

"Of course I can," the stubborn elf snapped. After a few deep breaths, he stood tall and marched past Aragorn and the others leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Gandalf nodded his head and lead the way out of the room with Legolas close behind. Gimli studied the elf warily; such injuries would kill a human in a second and this made him wonder how much an elf could take before they die.