Dwalin goes in search of some book Thorin needs for a meeting, he expects it
will take only a few minutes and then he will be done. Little does he know he is about to find something
else in that library.
Warnings: None? Awkward Dwalin…does that need a warning?
“I’m not some errand boy…pick up his own book…” Dwalin grumbled as he made his way down the
hall. His feet slammed against the floor
in protest to his ‘assignment’. Any passersby
would clear out of his way as he moved, not wanting to anger the dwarf any more
than he already was.
Dwalin let out a sigh of irritation as he finally
turned the corner and pushed open the doors to the ancient library of
Erebor. There was a time when it was
majestic, held so much knowledge, beautiful even. But now…it was a wreck. Smaug had left no place in this mountain
untouched, which was obvious now that Dwalin saw the cave in near the back of
the library, effectively stopping them from getting to over half of Erebor’s