Aug 1, 2016
⛈ from Twalin~
Bofur rolled his eyes as yet another crack of thunder sounded overhead, followed by a heavy downpour of rain. Of course, it would be just his luck for the gods to decide today was a wonderful day to flood Middle Earth in its entirety, the one day when he was out traveling and away from anywhere he could produce a warm fire. He grumbled, pulled his collar up further under his hat and was about to continue when he thought he caught the smell of food over a cook fire.
Following his nose he came upon a small camp under a rocky overhang. Amazingly, it appeared mostly dry underneath. “Ho the camp!” he called out, “Might I come in and warm my feet until this mess lightens up?”