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A/N: This is my first fanfiction so please be nice. Read and Review.

"Fly you fools!"

Gandalf's last words echoed around my head. He was gone, actually gone. I almost can't believe it! Gandalf can't be gone. He's always been there, watching over me, correcting me when I'm wrong, which is at lot.

"Come on. We must leave," a gentle voice tells me. I feel someone pulling me away from the bridge. When I don't respond, they sigh and pick me up.

I see sunlight for the first time in days. It's too bright, so I cover my eyes with my hand. I feel wetness there and I realise that I am crying. I feel someone holding me, comforting me. But I can't tell who it is. I don't have the energy to turn around and look, so I lay there in their embrace.

Someone is talking. I don't hear what they are saying, I only just catch the last word, "Orcs". This word makes me start, I don't like Orcs- I never have.

The person holding me helps me up and we start to walk. I don't focus on where we are going I just run. In my head I keep on repeating, "It's my fault, it's all my fault". And it's true, if I hadn't been such a fool, none of it would have happened. The orcs wouldn't have attacked and we could have sneaked out, and Gandalf would still be alive.

"It's not your fault. Gandalf made his choice- he knew that he wouldn't escape Moria alive," came a voice inside my head. I started and looked around. We were standing in a tree and before me were two elves. The male elf was so tall- he had long silver hair and calming grey eyes. Next to his was a beautiful elf lady. She had long gold hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked at me and I immediately knew that she was the one who talked to me. She smiled at me and looked back at the fellowship.

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The orcs threw us on the ground. Three days they had been carrying us. Three days they had been tormenting us. All I could see was Boromir falling. Arrows stuck in his chest. I should have done something. Anything. Hopefully Frodo and Sam are alright. I hope they are together. Aragon, Legolas and Gimli should be fine as well. They are great fighters. "But so was Boromir," a traitorous voice whispered in my head. I ignore the voice.

Everything fades out. The next thing I know I'm being held by a walking, talking tree. He promptly drops us. A white light fills my eyes. "Saruman," my brain screams. I try to get up, but my legs are weak with fear. "This is it ," I thought. "I'm going to die."

"No, you are not going to die," said a familiar voice. I look up in surprise. Gandalf! It's Gandalf! But he's all white. I cock my head to the side in confusion. "Why are you all white?" I ask.

Gandalf laughs. "I was brought back like this, young hobbit".

This makes me remember. It was my fault that he died in the first place. "I'm so sorry Gandalf," I choke. "It's my fault you died. If I hadn't of touched anything, then you wouldn't have had to fight the Balrog..." I can't continue. Gandalf kneels down in front of me. He puts his hands on my shoulders. He peers into my eyes and says, "Peregrin Took, it's not your fault that I fell. I chose to fight the Balrog. I'm sorry that you have felt this way."

I sniffle and then start crying. He holds me to him and I sob on his shoulder. My guilt starts to subside and I feel better than I have ever felt before.

It wasn't my fault- it just happened.