Grief
Is this grief? Is it the little fluttering in his stomach whenever his mind turns to Moria? Or is it the dull ache that sits heavily in his chest? He shivers under the warm elven blankets and weeps to be whole again. Wishes to be home again. He feels his cousin's hand rub soothingly over his back, but it does nothing to dispel the cold that catches his breath in his throat. His tears seem to freeze on his cheeks and he cannot even move to wipe them away.
"Everything will be right," Merry whispers into his ear.
Will it?