Dinodas trudged along the road, leading Gil behind him. The pony was still nervous from the attack, and knew what the fate had been of the stray pony. The hobbit lad sighed as he looked at his companions.
How can we possibly survive another attack? he asked himself. How can we possibly stay alive and get to Rivendell? Everyone is so tired and... despairing.
At that thought, Dinodas put a smile on his face and began chatting cheerily with the other companions. Despairing? He'd try to cheer them up. If there's one thing that would make their mission fail, it was despair.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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