Smauglock
Send me a muses name on anon, and I’ll give you my muses reaction to finding out they’ve died.
And I’ll tell you who called to give my muse the tragic news.
:His son told Johnbo Smauglock had died:
Johnbo listened to the news, his eyes going soft, and mouth dropped open slightly. Tightening his jaw, he nodded slowly, shutting the round green door and leaning agents it. His heart felt like it had just sunk. Sunk into a black whole, or black abyss. He’d been through this before. This pain. This emptiness. His best friend he had ever had in the entire word, was dead. The rumor was Smaug was seen killed over laketown by an arrow the bowman had shot. Half of Johnbo wanted to believe he faked his death, the other half, believed his death had actually happened, the day had actually come. Sliding down the door slowly, until his rear hit the ground, he brought his knees to his chest and stared into thin air. Soon his lip began to quiver and tears rushed down his face at a fast rate. Covering his face, Bilbo let out silent sobs, running his fingers up in his hair and pulling at his hair roughly. Johnbo kept crying in that one spot for hours upon hours until his eyes were blot shot red, and he couldn’t even let out a squeak from his voice being gone. He knew from that point on, he will never have a friendship like he had with Smaug, with Sherlock Holmes.