“We are
safe, but not without bruises!” Bofur replied, from a small distance to the
left of Thorin. Bofur had gotten himself back on his feet and was brushing
grass from his clothes, before he turned around and grasped the hand of his
brother to try and help the fat dwarf back on his feet. “What in the world is
going on here? We’ve passed through here many times before, and this has never
happened!” he continued to tell Thorin. “Well, we cannot very well see what we
have stumbled upon until this fog lightens and allows for proper light. I can
hardly see the hand that is in the front of my face at the moment. We’ve found a
wall, we might as well stay here until the fog lightens as it is unlikely for
us to find our way back to the trail now.” And so they did. The small company
did as best as they could, settling themselves down upon the ground next to the
walls. They still had trouble even seeing each other, but it seemed that all of
them were within decent hearing range, so they could at the very least speak
with each other. It was also impossible to light a campfire, with how damp
everything had gotten because of the fog. They would simply have to wait, no
matter how dull a passage of time that was.
Bofur would
bet his beard that his brother had already fallen asleep, after waiting for
what was a good few hours. The waiting was wearing on his patience, but he
could not find the peace of soul to try and get a little bit of rest while they
waited. No, it seemed like a situation too disadvantageous to them, someone
would have to keep a watch, or well…As well as you could keep watch in a fog
like this either way. It didn’t take long after this realization of his before
he heard footsteps. Low, muffled ones, but the rustling of grass definitely
gave away that there was movement “Who goes there!” Bofur shouted out into the
fog, catching Bombur by surprise, which gave of a yelp of a scream, and then
leaned over to try and whack Bofur upside the head. Well, if he found him that
was. “It seems that you have stepped into an utmost strange event, my dwarves, in
this most impenetrable fog.” The deep voice spoke from across the fog. “You
haven’t answered my question, stranger! Who are you? We cannot see you!” Bofur
continued, hearing the familiar hiss of unsheathing weaponry among his
comrades. “Easy, now, easy. I am but a friend who have been in search of you
four for a few days now.” The steps moved closer. “My name is Gandalf.”
