“I would help you on your quest, then.” She was a halfling woman, untrained and un-blooded, and he was more like to get her killed by orcs than show her anything of worth about the world. He pictured her eyes, staring sightless as Thrór’s had while his head rolled towards him on the torn and bloody earth—Dwalin was right that these gentle folk should remain so. He felt a growing need to question Gandalf on his motives even bringing them here.
“No.” He deadpanned.
She turned and he met her eyes this time, surprised to see the fury there. “Excuse me?” Her whisper had gone, challenge now hard in her tone as warning glittered in her eyes.
“No. I won’t bring a halfling into dwarven troubles. Even my kin had the right of it. Our quest is our own.” He said firmly, more surprised than offended by her ire. Certainly, he wouldn’t need to sway her to stay? Durin help me.
- Ferocity by Ilferin (cloudculling)
