Unwanted council ||Thorin | Bilbo||
The halls of Rivendell were truly as splendid as Bilbo had heard them described to him in tales, as well as in his books. He soon realized that words barely did it justice now that he was here, drinking in his surroundings with a great deal of enthusiasm. While it seemed the dwarves were in a mood, and he wasn't much surprised about their apprehension, Bilbo welcomed this chance to rest in comfort with open arms.
A warm meal and a comfortable bed was all he had wished for these last days. To have it granted to him put his weary mind to ease. Thorin's company had only barely escaped the warg scouts earlier on, making this break all the more welcome.
The hobbit found himself huddled in front of a small fire, watching its flames lick eagerly at the logs beneath them, giving off a pleasant warmth that warmed his feet. Overhead was a sea of stars, shining brilliantly in the night's sky, dancing around the moon. He had been witness to quite a spectacle only a short while ago. A secret message was revealed on their map in the pale light of the moon, speaking of a way into the Lonely Mountain.
He sat in silence for a while longer, thinking about what all of this meant for their journey, as well as what it meant for their company. Surely it was something worth being excited about. Yet mister Baggins found himself worrying. They had already had the displeasure of facing some unforeseen perils, and surely more were to follow.
Perhaps they should ask for aid.
Appealing as that thought was, there was also doubt. It was made no secret that the dwarves disliked elves, and they did so with great passion it would seem. Nor was it a secret that the elves weren't fond of the dwarves in return. It proved to be quite the problem. But that did not dissuade Bilbo from making a polite inquiry.
Only few members of their company were still awake at this hour. Bilbo considered that a good thing, not quite knowing what to except when bringing this subject up. He moved away from his comfortable spot at the fire, quiet footsteps carrying him to the balcony where Thorin was situated. He did not wait to see if he was going to be acknowledged, and instead found himself a place to sit, albeit with a hint of reluctance.
“That was quite a good bit of news.” It had taken the hobbit a moment before he finally spoke up, watching out over the courtyard bellow before he dared turn his gaze to the royal dwarf beside him.
