I had this written Sunday, and then I just decided to wait, so sorry for not updating yesterday. Now, here's the next chapter, for all of you eager people who have been following the story! :)
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They entered a great hall that seemed to stretch a mile long. They could hear more creatures behind them, except for Legolas, who, despite how much he tried, couldn't hear anything very well, nor focus on what was going on. The pain in his side where he had been stabbed was increasing every minute that they kept running. Finally, they stopped, and soon were surrounded by the creatures of Moria. Suddenly, all of the creatures scurried away, as if trying to get away from something. Legolas noticed how Gandalf seemed to pale a little in the dim light, and the wizard turned and ran, the Fellowship following behind.
"We must cross the bridge, or it will be too late," Legolas heard Gandalf mumble to himself, and they finally reached a straight staircase. Just as they were about to get to the end though, a piece of the ceiling fell right in front of them, creating a big huge gap in the staircase. Legolas jumped across, being the more lithe of everyone there. He winced when the jump pulled on his wound slightly, but still no one noticed, for which he was glad. They didn't need to worry about anything more than getting across right now, he thought to himself.
Next, Gandalf jumped, then Boromir, Sam, Pippin, and Merry. Aragorn was going to toss Gimli over, but Gimli held up his hand to stop the ranger. "No one tosses a Dwarf," he said, before jumping over. He would've fallen through the gap had Legolas not caught him by his beard. "Not the beard!" he cried, and Legolas pulled him up easily. Then, just when Aragorn and Frodo were about to jump, another piece of the ceiling fell behind them, creating two gaps and causing the staircase to tilt, with Aragorn and Frodo still on it.
They would've fallen, too, had Aragorn not still had his instincts in check. "Lean forward!" he shouted to Frodo, and they did just that, and one part of the staircase collapsed against the other. Legolas caught Aragorn, Boromir caught Frodo, and everyone started to run as the staircase fell. Orcs had been firing arrows at them for a while now, trying to hit someone with a lucky shot. Legolas had killed a few with his own bow, though the movement had caused him pain, but now they were all still firing their arrows at the Fellowship.
They finally reached the bridge, and they all crossed. Suddenly, standing before them, was a balrog of Moria, a giant creature made out of dark flame. Gandalf stepped onto the bridge, and everyone watched as he drove away the creature. "You shall not pass!" he yelled, and brought his staff above his head and then brought it down. The bridge beneath the balrog collapsed, taking the balrog with it. Gandalf had turned around, but with one last flick of its wrist, the balrog sent up his glowing whip one last time, catching it on Gandalf's leg and pulling him almost over the edge.
Boromir caught Frodo before he could step on the bridge, Frodo crying out, "GANDALF!" Gandalf fought to get himself back up on the bridge, before glancing one last time at the Fellowship. "Fly, you fools!" he said, before abruptly letting his grip on the side of the bridge go, everyone watching in shock as Gandalf fell into the darkness. Boromir picked up Frodo and ran towards the light of day shining from an exit. The Fellowship got outside, all the while avoiding the arrows sent by the remaining Orcs.
Legolas's vision was now getting blurry, and it had nothing to do with the tears he was trying not to shed over the loss of Mithrandir. Legolas sat down, groaning slightly at the pain it caused to do the simple action. He brought up his knees and hid his face in them, shaking slightly. Why was it so cold outside? He never felt the cold.
Aragorn noticed how upset his companions looked, but knew that they had to keep going if they didn't want the Orcs that still swarmed about to catch up with them. He looked to Legolas, who to him looked distraught, with his knees drawn up and his face hid in them. He touched Legolas's shoulder, but frowned when Legolas shook underneath his touch. Then, he remembered that Legolas had been hurt at the beginning of entering the Mines, and was surprised to find silver-red blood underneath the Elf. Had Legolas gotten injured in the Mines and not said anything? That sounded like his Elven companion, Aragorn mused to himself.
"Legolas?" he asked softly. Legolas tried to lift up his head, but it pounded so badly that he couldn't even lift it up an inch. He groaned again, and Aragorn's frown stayed. Then, Aragorn lifted up Legolas's head, and was surprised to meet with no resistance besides a moan. Legolas opened his eyes to see who had caused the movement, and noticed he had let his guard down too long, and now Aragorn had probably figured him out. Legolas smiled. "So...are we moving on yet?" he asked, trying to escape what he knew was coming.
Aragorn, who was getting slightly annoyed by the Elf's calmness and how he was still trying to mask his pain, said, "No, I think that we'll find somewhere to rest for the night. By the way, Legolas, how are you feeling?" Legolas gulped. He knew, so there was no point in trying to hide his pain anymore. "Like Gimli is trying to break open my head with his axe, nd he keeps trying, never stopping to give up. Stubborn Dwarf." Aragorn couldn't help but smirk. So now Gimli was being the stubborn one? "Come on, we'll treat your wounds when we find shelter." Legolas nodded, and stood up.
But suddenly, his vision began to spin violently, and he couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down. Aragorn caught his friend as Legolas's legs gave out, and barely heard a faint whisper as the Elf said, "I'm sorry, Aragorn," before the archer went completely limp in his arms.
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Wood Elf luver: All I have to say is the story isn't even close to over. I hope that y'all enjoy it though! I couldn't wait to post this chapter because it has the most angst in it! Gotta love angst. It isn't a good Legolas story without angst. TTYL! :) Oh, and to all of you who reviewed, thanks for the advice. Trust me, I'm basically a grammar psycho, and it makes me irritated when I mess up even one word in a story. But, don't worry, I reread this one and added some tweaks to it to make the description better, and not so many ands, so, hope you enjoy this long chapter. I'm proud of myself, it's the longest chapter I've written! ;)
