❝A Journey To Remember❞ The Hobbit | Kili

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❝A Journey To Remember❞
Kili
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     We were riding through the dripping, soggy, and wet rain forest. Everyone was drenched, all the way out to the exposed flesh of our figures. The rain continued to find itself causing a subtle ill pleasure to the company. I tried my best to admire my surroundings, only to be stopped by the rain finding its to my vision.

     "Here, Mr. Gandalf," one of the dwarves from behind had called out. "Can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori sighed with displeasure.

     "It is raining, Master Dwarf," Gandalf paused for a moment. "And it will continue to rain until the rain is done," he explained with a slight hint of frustration in the tone of his voice. "If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another Wizard."

     I exhaled a deep breath, seeing the cloud of oxygen depart my mouth and dissipating  into the cold atmosphere.

     "Are there any?" I heard my uncle question.

     "What?"

     "Other Wizards," Bilbo finished as a few of the ponies let out a puff from their nose.

      "There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman," Gandalf announced. "The White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards. Do you know, I've quite forgotten their names."

I pondered, my imagination now running rampant. I wondered where these Wizards resided, what their purpose was, and what level of wisdom they withheld.

     "And who is the fifth?"

     "Well, that would be Radagast." Gandalf smiled. "The Brown."

     "Is he a great Wizard? Or is he," Bilbo paused for a moment. "More like you?"

I'm sure that sounded better in his head...

     There was an awkward silence, a rather amusing silence as I exchanged glances with Kili. I soon came to realize I wasn't the only one who found my uncle's comment humorous.

      "I think he's a very great Wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others," Gandalf paused, shifting in his saddle. "He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the east. And a good thing too. For always evil will look to find a foothold in this world."

     I shifted in the seat of my saddle, wiping my face with my forearm. I pulled my hood closer down towards my face in hopes it would prevent the rain from making contact with my set of eyes.

     "Are you enjoying the view?" Kili questioned, his tone light despite the dim glow of the forest that only continued to dampen the company's spirits

     "It's rather depressing, is it not?" I retorted, my eyes tracing the objects in the nearby distance.

     "If that is what you wish to see," Kili stated, leaning back in the saddle with a subtle grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

     For a moment, silence settled between us—a silence with an obvious spark as we continued to examine one another at every opportunity. Our glances met repeatedly. Then, with a low chuckle, Kilie broke the silence with his warming tone.

    "I always assumed the forest's gloom was unchangeable."

     I waited, curious as to where he was taking this conversation. His eyes lit up with a sense of mischief.

     "Until I noticed how your gaze makes it seem almost," he paused. "Optional."

     I looked down to the reins that crossed over the horn of the saddle, my smile now painfully obvious to the dwarf. "I guess even the forest cannot resist such charm," I added playfully, our eyes meeting yet again. "Even gloom has a secret fondness for a bit of levity. The darker it gets, the more it craves a little mischief."

     Kili let out a quiet chuckle, his gaze now shifting elsewhere as his cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of red. "A little mischief never hurt anyone." He met my gaze once again. "If mischief is what it wants, then let's give it something to look forward to."

Later that day...

      "We'll camp here for the night. Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them," Thorin spoke loudly as I began to scout around at our whereabouts. "Oin, Gloin. Get a fire going," Thorin instructed.

     "I'll help," I added, smiling at the two as they nodded their heads in agreement.

     Gloin salvaged the driest wood he could find, bringing shavings of pine needles and smaller twigs. I looked for a specific tool amongst my belongings, being successful to find the materials needed for this occasion. I sat myself down at the designated spot for our company's fire.

      "What's that you got there?" Oin questioned, pointing at the piece of magnesium in my grasp.

     "This is a certain type of metal," I paused. "Magnesium." I then showed them the other half of the tool. "And this is a sharp piece of metal you use to scrape against the magnesium."

      "What does it do?" Gloin questioned.

      "Rocks often make sparks," I paused, receiving a few nods in agreement. I then quickly caused friction against the two metals with one swift scrape downward. It instantly caused the pine needles and wood shavings to smoke. I did this a few more times to now see a small flame beginning to flare up.

     "Bless me!" Oin called out, amazed at the sight before him.

      I chuckled aloud, slowly adding wood to the now active fire. I then looked up to see slight commotion coming from Gandalf. "Everything all right?" I questioned, standing to my feet. "Gandalf, where are you going?" I watched as the wizard mounted his horse frustratingly.

     "To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense!"

     "And who's that?" Bilbo asked, pitching in on the conversation.

     "Myself, Mr. Baggins! I've had enough of Dwarves for one day." Gandalf shifted in his saddle, his horse now galloping off towards the forest. The dwarves exchanged uneasy glances as my eyes fell upon a rather disheartened dwarf Lord.

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