The Fellowship stumbled out of Moria, tears dripping down their faces. Merry fell to the ground, with Pippin in his arms. Sam himself sat down and cried. Gimli tried to go back in and avenge Gandalf. Boromir held him back. Legolas looked around in despair. Aragorn couldn't help but think their was pain in the elf's eyes.
"Legolas! Boromir! Gimli! Get them up!" Aragorn called. The three looked at him.
"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" Boromir shouted back, gesturing at the 3 hobbits on the ground.
"By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with orcs." He returned. They knew he was correct. Then Aragorn searched for Frodo. He was walking slowly himself. Aragorn called his name, but Frodo just looked at him.
Finally he came back and walked with the rest of the fellowship. They walked and walked. Frodo looked around. Merry was still patting Pippin on the back while he cried. Legolas stared at the ground as he walked forward next to Aragorn. Gimli and Boromir were in the back walking silently. Sam still stood next to Frodo, crying. Frodo patted his back.
"It's okay, Sam. It'll be alright." He said softly. Sam nodded and wiped his face.
"I know, Mr. Frodo. I know." Then he lifted his head and smiled the smallest smile and Frodo. "It'll be alright."
Aragorn looked back at the two and smiled. Just keep hoping, Frodo, he thought. Just keep hoping.
And they walked on. The spirit of the fellowship seemed to have been dampened. But they still went on. Pippin stopped crying, and even laughed at one of Merry's jokes. Boromir and Gimli had small smiles on their faces, and Frodo and Sam were chatting about home. Legolas and Aragorn talked up in the front of the line.
