Hobbit - Sons of DurinThere is nothing quite so satisfying as the penetrating ache in your bones following a productive day, Bilbo reflected contentedly.More Like This
Gandalf had assured them earlier that day that, if they pushed on just maybe an hour or so more, they would easily reach the edge of Mirkwood by the following evening. Their bodies stiff from riding Beorn’s ponies all afternoon, the company had elected to dismount and to walk for a while. They had done this at regular intervals throughout the day as it gave them an opportunity to stretch their cramping limbs and to allow the hardy little beasts to take a well-deserved break.
They still had a way to walk yet until they could stop and rest. However, due to the happy discovery of a short cut, they had made far greater progress than expected. They had bypassed the area that Gandalf had expected them to reach by dusk hours ago and were now pressing on to another place where they could shelter for the night. A little rocky outcrop was just visible in the d
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Bilbo tugged his coat more tightly about his small frame and shivered, more from nerves than the chill.
It was a mere week into the journey – they had not even reached the furthermost borders of the Shire yet – and already he was beginning to feel a twinge of doubt about this quest.
The dwarves were pleasant enough. Fili and Kili’s relentless curiosity had subsided into boisterous, youthful over-familiarity. Ori had shyly made several attempts at conversation, as had Balin and Bombur. Bofur chatted freely to him as if he had known him forever, unthinkingly sharing his supplies of tobacco with the Hobbit as soon as Bilbo confessed he had forgotten his. Oin, Gloin, Dwalin and Nori more or less ignored him and Bifur contented himself by making happy mumbling noises and waving whenever he saw the hobbit.
The only one that made him uncomfortable was Thorin.
Bilbo cast an uneasy eye across the fire towards the leader of their company. The dwarf prince was sat idl
Misgiving Ch 25Pulling up her knees, Anya wrapped her arms around her legs and shut her eyes as she felt the gentle tug of the brush gliding through her hair. She concentrated on the feeling of Thane’s strong and steady fingers feeling the crimson strands as they were unknotted back to their silky shine.More Like This
She could feel Thane’s contented humming vibrating the air behind her. He’d always had a fascination with her hair, with it’s color and texture. Thane enjoyed brushing it and Anya enjoyed the care with which he did it.
The brushing stopped and Thane set the comb down beside her on the bed. He moved her hair over her shoulder and placed a tender kiss on the lightly tanned skin exposed to him. Frowning softly, Anya whined, “Don’t stop.”
A light rumbling sounded from behind her as her mate chuckled. Pulling her hair into his grasp, Thane began to braid it the way Oriana had showed him. “I did not expect you to enjoy this so much, Siha.”