As I fell in and out of consciousness, I heard Legolas whisper to me as he ran.
“Do not leave me, Vanya. Do not leave me.”
He begged me, repeating himself in both languages. I wished that I did not have to. But the pain was too much, as I could feel the darkness surrounding me. I suddenly felt the air getting lighter. We must be getting close to the exit. Still I had not the strength to open my eyes.
“Hold on, Vanya. We are almost there.”
Legolas told me, as I heard we crossed the bridge. But I also heard the Balrog, right behind us. I had slowed us down too much. I faded away on that thought.
I came back again, as I was still in Legolas’s arms. He was holding me tight.
“You shall not pass!”
I heard Gandalf yell, with great force. I managed to get my eyes open again. I saw him, breaking the bridge with his staff. The Balrog fell down, hopefully to its death. But as Gandalf turned to join us again, the Balrog’s whip caught his ankle, pulling him down. He held on the end of the bridge, and looked at us.
“Run, you fools.”
He said, before being pulled down. We had lost him. I gave a cry of pain, not only because of the wound, but because I had lost yet another of my friends.
My cry was no match to the cry of Frodo, as he attempted to run to the bridge. Aragorn held him back, pulling him backward, knowing that Gandalf could not be saved. And so we left the mines of Moria.
I had no strength to cry, still I wished I had. I had lost four friends in those horrible mines. Balin, Oin, Ori and now Gandalf.
We entered to sunlight, and the hobbits fell to the ground, crying for their loss.
Legolas fearful called my name, as he gently placed me on the ground.
He called, carefully touching my cheek. I had never seen him this afraid, not even when the Balrog had appeared. Aragorn rushed to us, quickly attending to my wound. I could not fell it anymore, I was going numb. Slowly the fellowship surrounded me, crying for their loss of Gandalf. Fearful for the loss of me. I was fading, quickly.
I heard Legolas call my name, as my eyes closed.
“Stay with me.”
He begged. I opened my eyes one last time, and found his eyes. I let him see the pain, the loss and every other feeling in my eyes. Even the feelings surrounding him. This time he did not look away, but reached for me.
I said, but never felt his touch. The darkness claimed me, before I was able to.