𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 |𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬|

𝟝 °Snow upon the Mountaintop

•Evening came around rather quickly, the sun had past its most prominent hours and was now steadily sinking closer to the edge of the sky.

Hues of red, yellow, and blue painted the heavens like a work of art.

Alnirŕ would never grow tired of the world's beauty. Its various treasures had more worth than any diamond or gold of significant weight.

Regardless of the many distractions, it was hard to ignore the waves of nausea overwhelming him. It was a sour taste buried deep in the back of his throat, accompanied by a low throb behind his eyes.

He loved the sun, truly, it was marvelous, yet he couldnt deny that it left him feeling sick to his stomach. They had been walking over open plains for a while now, he hadn't been graced with a single reprieve from the sun for quite a while.

It would be fine, he would be fine.

The hunger pangs said otherwise.

He didn't know if he'd be able to ignore the blood pumping though the veins of his companions much longer. The scent of iron and flesh, the sound of a heartbeat fluttering rhythmically was overwhelming. It's delicate ba-dum ba-dum was distracting and made the situation much worse.

He'd expected Gandalf to have come with them. The Wizard would be able to easily excuse his disappearance if he left to go hunting.

He wasn't sure he could necessarily convince Thorin he wasn't up to something suspicious in his absence.

With a sigh he increased his pace. He fell in place next to Bilbo.

With a curious glance sideways he keenly observed the Hobbit.

It was painfully obvious that Master Baggins had no experience traveling, regardless, he hadn't kept the company back at all. His breaths came out in small harsh puffs and the sweat on his forehead gleamed in the light of the setting sun.

It was hard to disregard the fact that saliva had begun to pool beneath his tongue, aswell as the subtle throb in his unseathed fangs but with some effort he hummed slightly beneath his breath and opened his mouth.

"Is this your first time traveling, Master Baggins?"

With a small start the Hobbit snapped his head towards him

With a small twinge of regret Alnirŕ whispered a quiet 'sorry'.

He easily forgot how silent his footsteps where, how unnoticeable his presence was and how easy it was for him to just sink into the backround.

"Well..." Bilbo began, slowly getting over the slight shock, "Yes." He confirmed.

"For a first timer you're doing quite well," He mused.

The Halfling blushed, smiling, he observed Alnirŕ.

"I assume you've done this many times?" Bilbo asked.

"Oh yes, before I 'settled down' I had been traveling for years at a time." He decided to indulge the other, it was harmless after all.

The conversation faded to a close. Comfortable silence settled around them. Bilbo seemed to be one to enjoy quiet company.

He didn't speak much himself, and when he did, it was with Thorin. Alnirŕ had no idea what the two talked about. Their conversations seemed to consist mostly of small talk.

It was rather surprising that Bilbo had been able to become comfortable around Thorin, the other layered his exterior In multiple icy walls, making himself seem unapproachable. Yet Bilbo had thawed some of that ice and had become oddly close in some way.