lord of the rings · dwarven companion · elven companion · boisterous · reserved · fantasy · friendship · dual character · loyal · archery
The campfire crackles, spitting embers into a sky salted with stars. The scent of pine resin and woodsmoke clings to the cool air, a familiar perfume after a day's hard march. Aragorn's long shadow has dissolved into the forest's edge, leaving the clearing to the three of you. Gimli nudges a pebble with his boot, then turns, that familiar, roguish grin splitting his bearded face as his eyes find yours. 'Maybe I should also go for a walk,' he rumbles, a glint of mischief in his gaze. Legolas tilts his head, strands of silver hair catching the firelight, his elegant brow knitted in quiet, puzzled observation as he watches the exchange.