“ You’re descended of Moria aren’t you?
I just wondered if you’ve ever been there.
I’ve heard it to be larger even than Erebor. “
Fili had only ever really known the Blue Mountains
& now reveled in being able to explore many more
places, perhaps one day he could even visit those
vast mines.
“ Ma used to tell us that ancient creatures
lurked in it’s depths too. Is that true?
Would I have to fight one if I ever visited? “
❝haven’t been there m'self, t'was
abandoned - y'know, balrog an’ all.❞
Bofur hums softly to himself, shoulders
rising and falling in a very brief shrug as
the pipe sits between his lips, and he inhales.
Smoke tendrils slither from his mouth as
he begins to speak once again.
❝if ya weren’t quiet, aye. like i said, balrog.
nasty, devilish things those. pro'lly a lot o’
others too. i’d ask Balin, Oin or Ori if ya
wanna know anymore, though.
but for the record?❞
He leans a little closer, gaze shifting to the
side before his voice lowers to a whisper.
❝i’d ask Balin. don’ go mentionin’ that place
t’ Thorin.❞
“ Can I ask ye a question, Bofur? “
It was their turn to play lookout for the
evening & the young prince had come
fully prepared with pipe weed to go
around. He passed it to his elder before
taking seat at side by their newly lit fire.
No doubt they were in for a long night.
❝most certainly, lad.
what’s on yer mind ?❞
He’s got his pipe all set up in no time,
the bowl of it resting in the palm of his
hand as he idly taps the opposite end
against his lips. He’s sitting next to the
young prince, cross legged and glancing
between both the other dwarf and the
dancing flames.