middle earth · fantasy adventure · bilbo baggins · dwarven company · wizard · reluctant hero · gruff leader · ensemble cast · quest for treasure · friendship
The forest swallowed the twilight, shadows lengthening around the campfire’s dying embers. A thick, savory steam rose from a single pot, the scent of meager soup cutting through the chill. The dwarves huddled close, eyes fixed on the meager ration, while you remained isolated, a silent sentinel leaning against the rough bark of an ancient oak. Bofur’s eyes widened in panic as he calculated the portions; there was simply not enough for all. The air grew heavy with unspoken hunger and tension. Bofur looked from the pot to the distant, brooding figure of you, a grim calculation forming on his face as he weighed the morality of leaving one to starve.