Dwalin shivered. No one had expected the temperature to dip so low that night. But, like everything that they had faced, it was just another part of being on an adventure.

That did not mean that Dwalin had to like it, however.

He gripped his axe harder; the warrior forced himself to ignore the way that his teeth chattered. Earlier, he had promised Thorin that he would keep watch, and he meant to keep that promise.

He focused ahead, training his ears to pick up on any possible noises. Already, they had faced enough run ins with beasts and orcs. The creatures were ready to strike at any possible time. Dwalin would always be there to stop him.

For a split second, his eyes looked back to the fire, at least whatever was left of it. Now, all that there was were some burnt logs. The warmth of that blazing fire was a long ago memory. Were it not for his duty at hand, he would surely start it over. Then again, he might wake the company. A few dwarves would have his head for that.

He focused once more. Distractions were never a good thing

A noise shot through the camp. Quickly, he turned towards it, ready to attack.

All he saw was the company's scribe getting up from his mat. Whatever his business was, Dwalin did not know and had no interest in. The boy was no Orc. He ignored him and the noise he made.

That made the boy walking over and sitting next to him all the more surprising.

"What are you doing?"

The boy looked away from him, down to the bundle in his hands. "I apologize... I just came to give you something." He held up a scarf. "You just look so cold."

Dwalin smiled. "Thank you." One scarf would not do much help, but at least his neck would be warm. That was quite kind of him.

"I should be going then." He stood up, taking a book with him.

"Wait."

Ori looked back to him, eyes wide. "Yes?"

"Why were you awake? Was my teeth chattering really that loud?"

Ori chuckled. "No, of course not. I just could not sleep, and I was tired of listening to my brothers snore."

"I understand." Dwalin patted the space next to him. "There's always a seat here."

Luckily for him, the sky was clear and the moon cast light on the area. He seemed to have no trouble reading.

He sat close to Dwalin, their bodies touching. His sweater and the body heat coming from it was quite warm.

By Mahal's blessing, no orcs or beasts came that night.