The Secret of Éolith (Lord of the Rings)

All of Gandalf's favors were too much, all of them went too far. It came with the territory, he was after all, a wizard with a penchant for throwing people in over their heads. But still, every once in a while couldn't he just ask for help with moving a chair? Fixing a wagon? Fashion advice? Of course not, that would be boring, instead every call for aid was do or die with high stakes and dire consequences. Sometimes I wondered how I even fell in with the troublesome wizard, but then I remembered that he knew the truth, my truth thought of me as a friend regardless. I would help him, I always did and I always would, no matter the likelihood of death. I swear, that bastard knew it too. This time, it meant traversing the continent with people who didn't know me well and trusted me even less. Lord of the Rings fic (Tenth walker)