Below is the excerpt from Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring left out of the final edit. It occurs after the Fellowship has escaped the mines of Moria following Gandalf's death.
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Gimli stands, pointing his axe at Pippin. "I blame Pippin for his death," his rough voice rumbles, tinged with sadness he's holding back. "If he hadn't knocked that bucket into the well, they never would have known we were there!" He rumbles toward Pippin and raises his axe.
Boromir steps in front of him, sword drawn, and blocks the axe. "Isn't that really your fault. Gandalf didn't even want to go into the mines. If he hadn't followed your advice, he would still be alive. Or, maybe we should blame the ring bearer." He turns to look at Frodo. "The one recommendation you made cost your friend his life. How can you even carry the ring."
Before Frodo can answer, Sam jumps up. "What about you, or the elf, or Strider. You could have all caught the bucket long before it fell into the well, rather than standing around looking all astonished."
Borimir shoots him a stare that causes Sam to stumble but not back down. "Well, you, Sam, and Merry, should have known what kind of idiot Pippin is. Why did we even agree to bring him along?"
Frodo speaks, softly. "But isn't this really Gandalf's fault? Shouldn't he have been watching for the whip and not let his guard down until the Balrog was truly gone?"
Sarumon looks through his crystal ball at the fight. "And no one blames the Balrog."
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Who is our enemy?