Bofur
shrugged, it mattered little to him. Though his stomach was rumbling a little,
so he considered trying to hurry whatever Gandalf was doing so that they could
leave sooner. “Might as well, I suppose. But I can’t read these scriptures.
What exactly do you want me to help you with?” the dwarf asked with a puzzled
expression on his face. “Well, I suppose you could look around and see if there’s
anything worth packing in, like a smaller chest or so that we can carry with
us, or just as something as a sack or bag would do.” The wizard replied. Bofur
nodded, before disappearing out of the study to scour for such objects. He
decided to look in places that were most likely to have such things, like old,
smelly bedchambers and perhaps even where the kitchens usually were. What was surprising
to him, while he was venturing through the keep, was that everything was left
untidy. Not looted, but untidy. And there were no signs of battle either, or a
sudden calamity that might’ve befallen whatever kind of people lived within
these walls. He found a smaller trunk, and a bag that would be useful, and decided
that it would have to do for now. He could always look for more later if he
needed to. Returning into the study where he’d found Gandalf, he saw that the
wizard was in full work of sorting parchments and books into what he assumed
were useful and..Less useful stacks. “Here, I found these. There’s probably
more but I figured it’s a start.” Bofur said, startling the busy wizard yet
again. “Oh, thank you, Bofur. Very kind of you. I’m afraid there is not much to
find here. Some of these scripture are human lore and very generalized, but I
will make use of what you’ve given me.” Gandalf replied, walking over to accept
the small trunk from the dwarf’s hands, and setting it down on a stool, and
then started to put books into it, and smaller parchments. “Well, I suppose…I
shall leave you to it. If you wish my aid any more, I will be in the Great
Hall.” The dwarf said before slipping out the door, leaving the bag on a stack
of books inside the study. The dwarves were dining and talking merrily around
the hearth, and Bofur joined them in with happiness in thought. “I suppose we’ll
be sleeping near the hearth tonight. No need to delve too much into this. We
just need to wait until the fog properly clears and leave.” Thorin stated. Bifur
and Bombur were nodding in agreement. Not long after did they roll out their
bedrolls and at the very least attempt to make themselves comfortable where
they were. But Gandalf never returned from the study that night.
