The last Frodo saw was Gandalf, his childhood friend and mentor, falling to his doom. As any person in this situation would do, he screamed.
"GANDALF! GANNNNNNNDDDD-" Frodo was unconsciously flailing his arms about and running in the direction of the bridge end when Boromir, the only person close enough, grabbed him and threw him over a shoulder. Everyone looked ready to leap into the abyss after the wizard, and they probably would have. Aragorn, realizing this, shook himself out of the shock of Gandalf's fall and pointed at the mine's exit.
"Go! You heard him! Fly!" Aragorn pushed at the people closest to him, Pippin and Tahiri, and they started to run towards the light. Soon the herd mentality caught up, and the whole fellowship ran for the door.
Orcs shot arrows at their backs from small crevices in the walls, and the anguish of losing friends threatened to overload sense, but everyone managed to make it outside. There, they stopped and collapsed. Aragorn tried to urge them up, to no avail.
"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" yelled Boromir. The Gondorian had tears in his manly facial hair, but stoically stayed upright, unlike the others. Merry and Pippin cried together, each supporting the other. Sam sat on a rock outcropping and fisted tears from his eyes. Legolas wasn't crying- he was staring about bewildered and confused. Elven grief is something that takes a great toll on the immortals. Gimli was only restrained from running back in the caves to search for the fallen wizard by the strong arms of Chewbacca.
Even the people who had known Gandalf little were stricken by his fall. The droids, however, were more prevalent on their minds.
"I never hated him, Leia... He was annoying, yes, but part of the family! Threepio was a Solo! And how will I ever tell Luke I lost Artoo? That droid means everything to him!" Han looked lost, ignoring the tears and ran down his face. Leia was wrapped somewhere around his middle, face buried in his shirt.
The Jedi tried to console each other, since they could all feel the other's pain. Jacen, Jaina and Anakin, all raised in part by Threepio, felt his absence clearly, and were quietly grieving in the arms of their significant others. In addition, Zekk leaned against Tahiri, who pressed her bare feet against Tenel Ka's back, and Tenel Ka gripped one of Zekk's arms. Lowie, with no one to console, curled in the middle of the circle, and with everyone touching, the pain was easier to bear. They all shared the same feelings.
Frodo, the one who had known Gandalf the best and had been the closest, wandered off. Aragorn, trying to keep the group together, followed. Frodo turned at the sound of footsteps, and revealed an inconsolable face striped with tears. Aragorn turned back to the fellowship.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs! We must reach the Woods of Lothlórien. Come Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up."
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They reached the treeline well before dark; thanks to the grueling pace Aragorn set after 'getting them up' took a good two hours. The group minced under the trees with reverent looks, as the great Mallorns were not alike to ordinary trees. They were great and tall, able to support tree-houses with ease. And only in Lothlórien do they grow. Gimli, walking with Anakin, Tahiri and the hobbits, looked about with apprehension and ushered Frodo closer.
"Stay close young hobbits! They say there's a great sorceress lives in these woods, an elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell..." Frodo shied, looking about. A voice.. In his mind..
"Frodo.." A woman's voice? Gimli ignored this.
"And are never seen again.." He concluded, casting his gaze into the trees.