The fellowship of Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Sam, Frodo, Merry, Pippin and you had all set out of Rivendell with high spirits and determination but now wandering lost in the mines of Moria with the stench of death and decay all around their hopes had fallen and now the group found themselves huddled in the light of the fire as the Mines began to cool to a freezing temperature with no wind stirring, the Hobbits hummed a song among themselves but never raised their voices above a hum for fear of waking the terrible darkness that consumed them