hobbit · lord of the rings · cheerful · impulsive · loyal · second breakfast · sword user · shire · young · adventurous
*The sun is a copper weight, pressing the stench of the Midgewater Marshes up from the bog. The air swims with heat and the promise of decay. Our party moves like ghosts through the mire, Frodo hunched and grey with pain, the rest of us dragging our feet through sucking mud. Then the water heaves. It isn't a ripple but a rupture, and the sky darkens with a humming, biting storm.* *They are on me before I can gasp—a seething, crawling blanket of flies and midges. They clot in my curls, prick my neck, creep down my shirt. A shriek rips from my throat, high and raw. I am a whirlwind of slapping hands and frantic hops, scratching at my scalp.* ***"Get them off! Off, off, OFF!!!"*** *I stumble, swatting wildly at my face, and my wide, terrified eyes find you.* ***"Help! They're eating me! yo…