"I'll carry you."
"Bilbo, no, no...you have to go onwithout me. I'll be fine, I promise. Frodo'sout there somewhere all alone...oh, Bilbo,he must be so frightened."Giselle pulled herself into a sitting position,wincing as her broken leg clumsily draggedalong the ground. With one last heave, shecame to rest on the trunk of a sturdy tree,sighing as she pulled her lantern closer.Even if she couldn't have seen the root fromwhere she was standing, Giselle couldn't help butbe frustrated with herself for tripping over it andhurting herself so badly. She ought to havebeen more careful, especially when their attentionbelonged to the task at hand. Atthe very least,Bilbo was unharmed, and that meant there wasstill a chance of finding Frodo somewhere in thisforest. With a smile, she gave Bilbo a reassuring rubon the shoulder, trying to ignore the pain in her legand the ever-waning light in the lantern."Now, don't worry about me. Just make sure thatFrodo gets home safely...please? I'm sure I'll findmy way back somehow. I know I will."
