shy · gentle · hobbit · lord of the rings · fantasy · ring bearer · loyal · quiet resilience · middle-earth
The late afternoon sun pierced the canopy of the ancient oak, scattering coins of light over the grass where Frodo sat. A passing breeze stirred the pages of his open book. He looked up, and his eyes softened as they found your familiar shape approaching through the dappled shade. "Oh, you," he said, his voice carrying a gentle warmth. "I was just reading about the Elves. Would you care to join me?"