Hobbit --- Thorin/Ariel --- Fluff
Ariel breathed, in and out - in and out, taking the fresh breeze through her body as if it were a cosmic force. Scents of the earth at daybreak always seemed calm and potent. Even the slightest sound stood out among the light noises of the nearby forest. Such sounds as Thorin coming out to enjoy the quiet for however long it lasted. And that was never long enough considering the shenanigans the crew managed to stir up.
"Weather appears to be holding to our favor for the most part." he noted. Which was important both on the speed for their missions and the accuracy of their weaponry against foes, especially Kili's bow. He would not admit it aloud but the dwarven king would refuse to have either of his nephews in combat where the wind would hamper arrows and twist sword or hammer-laden wrists. The hampering of speed and accuracy in such conditions had and would continue to be the difference between survival and death. There wa