Gandalf's words jerk everyone into action. Under fire from the goblin archers, the company jump from one piece of broken masonry to another until finally, the bridge comes into sight, "Over the bridge, fly!" Gandalf cries as he sees the Balrog coming toward The Fellowship. Gandalf goes last across the bridge. Everyone makes it across except Gandalf who is standing alone in the middle of the bridge facing the terrifying beast. "You cannot pass! I am the servant of the Secret Fire, Wielder of the Flame of Anor. The Dark Fire will not avail you Flame of Adún!" Gandalf roars. "Go back to the shadow! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

The Balrog snorts and steps onto the bridge, which collapses under his weight. As he falls he swings his whip and it wraps around Gandalf's leg pulling him off the bridge, his last words being, "Fly you fools!"

Frodo screams and tears find their way into your eyes, "And so ends the greatest person I ever met." You say. "Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'" [An Elvish blessing for people of great honour]

In your misery, a hand grabs your arm, "Thalia! Help me!"

You look and see Aragorn trying to get what is left of The Fellowship toward the exit. You usher the hobbits out. Collapsing on the rocks outside Moria as soon as daylight is visible The Fellowship mourns. "No! We must keep moving!" Aragorn growls sadly.

You stare towards the Wood in the distance, "Sut an ceri- mín broni-?" [How long do we endure?]

Aragorn looks at you with pity, "Ha tur- ú- vedui an." [It can not last forever.]

"Get them going, we must make it to The Wood before nightfall." Aragorn sighs.

"I shall sing for us while we travel... It shall be a Lament for Gandalf..." Legolas says.

"Thank you Legolas, that would be most kind." You say.

"A Olórin im uiáressë Mentaner im Númeherui Tírien im Rómenóri, Maiaron im oiosaila Manan eluië etevannë Nórië im malaneluië?" Legolas sobs. "Mithrandir, Mithrandir! A Randir Vithren! Ú-reniathach im amar galen im reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen. In gwidh ristennin, im fae narchannen im Lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen Calad veleg, ethuiannen."

After finishing his song Legolas cries freely as his grief is great. "What does it mean?" Pippin asks, with tears streaming down his cheeks from the obvious pain in the song, even without knowing what the words meant.

You wipe some of your tears out of eyes and say, "It says, 'Oh, Olórin whom long ago sent the Lords of the West to guard the Lands of the East, ever-wise of the Maiar, what drove you to leave land which you loved?' 'Mithrandir, Mithrandir, O Pilgrim Grey. No more you will wander the world green. Your journey in darkness stopped.' 'The bonds cut, the spirit broken. The Flame of Anor has left this World. Great light has gone out.' It is the greatest love and honour to compose such a Lament."

"Oh," Pippin says.

"One of this world's few great people just died. One of our greatest hopes too." As Aragorn says this he glances meaningfully at you. What does he mean? You keep pondering Aragorn's weird statement until Gimli rushes up next to you and the hobbits, "They say a great sorcerer lives in these woods!" He whispers loudly.

You see something out of the corner of your eye, "Yes, yes," You say. "I'll be right back."

You stalk away from the group despite Gimli's objections. When you are almost out of earshot you hear Gimli roaring. One word flies across your mind. Run. Run. Run. Your hearing seems to be sharper than ever before, you hear a footstep behind you. Swinging behind a tree you wait for whoever's following you to come past you. As soon as he passes your tree you jump on his back, using a choke hold you successfully knock him out. Tying him to a tree you rush further into Lothlórien.