“There should be some more water in my pack,” You called over your shoulder to Thorin after he had asked. He thanked you and walked over to your pack, which was leaning against a fallen log, un-supervised since you were helping to build the fire. He rummaged past your spare cloak, finding the provisions easily, but there was something else tucked in there. Believing that no one in the company should have any secrets, he pulled out what appeared to be a bunch of papers tucked together. One of the loose ones fell to the ground and in the light of the flames that you had produced, he could see the house of Bilbo, as if he were standing in front of it, clear as day.

You had mastered circles, for the door was absolutely perfect. The level of detail that you put into making it look like you had used a real piece of wood rather than paper, the grain of it, the windows, even the tree that was behind the home popping up in the background, blotting out some of the clouds.

Thorin looked at the next one. It was the trolls, as terrifying in the drawing as they had been in person, though this showed them as stone because it was the only way that you had seen them, since you had been rather trapped while Bilbo stalled them until sunrise.

“What are you doing?” You asked, grabbing them out of his hands and held them close to your chest. “That’s private, Thorin.”

“Why?” He asked, rather than getting mad, he seemed ... disappointed. “Why would you want these to be private?”

“Well-” You said, and really thought about it for a minute. Why did you want them to be private? Fear of ridicule, probably. You kept your mouth shut and looked at Thorin, waiting for him to explode any minute. He didn’t.

“Show me more.”