'Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!'

As we leave that leave that horrible place, Gandalf's angry words still echo through my mind. Falling to the ground, a grief as I have never known it before consumes me and I know that I would only be hurting worse if we'd lost Merry in there instead of Gandalf...

Gandalf is dead and it's my fault!

'Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!'

It's my fault - I knocked the skeleton down the well that alerted every EVIL thing in that place to our presence. I just couldn't resist touching it and now we're without Gandalf! He is gone forever because of my stupidity and lack of self-control!

He is right - I am a Fool of a Took!

It's my fault!

FIN