A/N: I would just like to take a moment and point out that for the last two chapters I have only gotten one review. I would really like to know if I should continue this through to the end of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Or should I just put myself out of my misery and stop? Please give me your opinion. Oh! And also tell me if you think Aallieah should hook up with anyone in the Fellowship, I want to know what my readers think! But for that to happen I need the feedback!

And before I forget, thank you to all of the people that have already reviewed. You guys make me want to continue writing this story. ;)

After being in complete to near complete darkness for the last four days the Fellowship was almost blinded when they made it outside the Mines. Everyone was exhausted form the battle and the grief of loosing Gandalf. Still within sight of the exit, the hobbits, minus Frodo, unanimously flopped down on the ground and started crying; for they could no longer hold in their immense sorrow. Boromir, after letting go of Frodo, was now holding back Gimili; he was determined on charging back into Moria. Legolas and Aragorn just stood in shock. Aragorn had long since stopped crying and Legolas, being an elf, just didn't have the heart not to shed tears; not that he wasn't grieving in his own way.

When Aallieah had finally convinced Aragorn to leave the Mines she just stopped functioning on her own. She merely followed Aragorn outside and when he stopped she stopped. She just stood there looking off into the distance, never focusing on anything, just letting her eyes wander. Slowly she sank to her knees and her tears started anew. She bowed her head and sobbed as if her heart had broken in two; of which she was almost positive had happened.

Suddenly Aragorn called out. "Legolas, get them up."

Legolas just looked at him, not quite comprehending what he meant.

Boromir broke in, "Give them a moment for pity's sake." He then gestured to Aallieah and the hobbits, he lowered his voice so only Aragorn, Gimili, and Legolas could hear him. "I do not think they would be able to continue as it is. They are exhausted and it sounds like Aallieah's heart has broken."

"These hills will be swarming with orcs by night fall. We must reach the safety of Lothlorien. Get them on there feet," Aragorn told them. He then turned to Sam and lifted him up, "On your feet now."

Aallieah had heard the conversation between the four, but couldn't care less at the moment. Suddenly she felt a tentative hand on her shoulder, consoling her best that it could. When she looked up she came face to face with Gimili.

"I now have a chance to repay the kindness you showed me. Do not grieve, I'm sure Gandalf would have wanted us to continue on in his stead. We must let ourselves pay our last respects to the departed then be able to move on with our lives. Just because a loved one lost their life doesn't mean we, the mourner, have lost theirs too. A wise faerie told me that once, you would be wise to take her advice."

She looked at him and gave him a weak smile. "Thank you my friend. You truly are a great friend," she murmured. "Give me just a moment, I must say good-bye properly." With that she turned away from him.

Gimili quietly stepped away from her and went over to Aragorn and the others. The hobbits this time including Frodo were all there and ready to continue. "Aragorn," Gimili started but Aragorn interrupted him.

"I know, I heard. We will wait for her."

Everyone looked toward Aallieah as though expecting her do something extraordinary. But instead she started singing in a tone that was barely audible. When the Fellowship could make out the words that she was speaking, they could not understand them; even Aragorn did not know them. They were in Faerian. The melody of her song was so sad and haunting the whole Fellowship stood listening, transfixed.

Alkdidnf, alkdf'ase aleiha kdoeks sheosd

Ak skdnr aisrng alehf I rjdoe n ireht giekw

Skjerng sketngld endoenr lkher s eoj

Kehsoishr'ske

Skejrs…

As the last note faded into the air they heard her say very quietly, as if to herself. "I shall miss you terribly Kehsoishr'ske, but I will continue on. We all will." She brought her fingers to her lips and then touched them to the rock underneath her.

"Good-bye," she whispered.

At last she stood and turned toward the Fellowship, "I'm ready."

They all marched single file down the hill. Aragorn was leading, followed by: the hobbits, Gimili, Boromir, Legolas, and last was Aallieah.

Just once on the trek down did Aallieah turn back to look at the walls of Moria. She sighed and turned and continued walking, but Legolas saw the single tear that rolled down her face.

A/N: All of the Faerian and Elvish are more or less typos. Please tell me if that offends anyone and I will try and fix it. So in other words… REVIEW!