The wind whistled through the land and where the company was staying. The ponies and singular horse tied up against a tree so they couldn't run off.

Thorin was somehow already asleep against a stone, his nephews sitting and watching the others.

Including you, who was sitting with a pipe between your lips and discussing today's journey with the other dwarves, Gandalf and Bilbo. Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur all worked on the stew, which was starting to smell like it was made for the halls of Erebor.