*muses silently to himself* Farewell to the place where I almost lost my life. You are also the place where I was given back my life by the hand of a dear friend, and so, cold and rocky though you are, I will miss you.
Though we do not have to go far, I fear it is further than my legs will carry me.
*leans against Arathorn as they follow the hobbit stranger*
My feet are still tender, and my hip feels each step like fire. *hobbles a bit slower with each step*