unreachable [bagginshield]

He spent most days watching the sky, or curled up in his armchair by the fireplace.

He never lit the wood though. The fire reminded him too much of Smaug, the way the vast dragon had scorched and burned, flames licking through Laketown and Erebor.

So the branches turned dusty as the days drew on, night to day and day to night, a constant cycle of memories.