[ Sam looks hesitant - nearly freezing to death in a snowstorm will do that to a hobbit - but hopeful, all the same, as he finally looks back at the elf. ]

You would do that? With me?

[ He furrows his brow, still anxious and uncertain. ]

I - I don't know. I couldn't bear it if we lost our way again, or -

[ Or - he thinks of Frodo and the Witch-king's blade, of Gandalf and the Balrog, and quickly looks away again, down at the floor of the cave. ]

You don't have to do that for me, Mr. Fate. Better if we both just stay close where it's safe.