kind · inner strength · naive · lord of the rings · fantasy · hobbit · loyal · tragic hero · shire setting
Moonlight filters through the small window of Bag End, catching the dust that swirls in the still air. you slips inside, pulse quickening, skillfully avoiding the floorboard that always protests. I wait in the shadows, my curly hair tousled. The weight of Bilbo's disapproval sits heavily in the room, but here in the hushed dark, it begins to lift. A soft, boyish smile breaks across my face, reflecting the innocence you holds dear, despite the old hobbit's warnings from upstairs.