C1: Filled with Determination

"Of all the money that e'er I spent

I've spent it in good company

And all the harm that ever I did

Alas it was to none but me

And all I've done for want of wit-"

Dis stopped her singing and kneading the dough she was working on, turning around when she heard the knocking at her front door. Covered in flour, she projected her voice so as not to leave a white, snowy trail on the floor.

"The door's open!"

When she heard it click open and footsteps enter, she smiled at the sight that greeted her.

"Thorin, you're back!" She hastily began to tidy her hands and arms on her apron, making sure to get most of it on the kitchen counter, "I wasn't expecting you back for a few more days!"

Thorin approached his sister and accepted the tender kiss she placed on his cheek, her hands holding on to his forearms.

"There were some issues with an order and then...I heard word ...about father."

Dis pulled back sharply as if his very words had burned her.

"I received word that father had been seen wandering the wilds near Dunland," He looked at her expression, her eyes wide and hopeful, "I went looking. I left the work and searched."

"Did...did you find any trace of him?" He felt her fingers grip his coat.

"No. I found no sign of him." Thorin couldn't turn away in time to see the pain in her eyes. The pain, quickly followed by a familiar regret.

She pulled away from him and turned back to kneading the dough on her table, harder than before.

"I don't bloody know why I let you do that to me," she punctuated each word with a hard punch to her dough, "every. Time."

Thorin turned to watch her for a bit, the tension and frustration evident in her shoulders and back as she.

"Dis," he said, softly beckoning for her to look at him, "please. You of all people should understand."

Her kneading ceased after a few more hard, downward punches and her shoulders sagged, but she still did not turn to him.

"I can't do this again, Thorin." Her head came back and her eyes were raised to the ceiling and Thorin recognised this as her way to hold back her tears. She'd been doing it since she was a child.

"He may-" he reached out and his fingertips only just touched her shoulder, when she rounded on him, flour spilling all over the floor.

"He's gone! Thorin," her voice shook with a gentle rage that only she could do, "Father is GONE. You seem to be the only one having trouble accepting that."

Thorin squared his shoulders and felt his own temper rise.

"He wasn't among the dear that day Dis!" His hand came up and pushed back his long hair that had spilt into his face, "What do you want me to do?! If it were one of us, he would never give up looking either!"

Dis' groaned and threw her own hands to cover her face, realising only too late she was still covered in flour. She grunted with anger and quickly wiped away the flour from her face with her apron, taking a moment to wipe her frustration away with it also. It'd be no good having this conversation with him again. The last time, they hadn't talked for a week and the children had felt the tension.

Sighing, she took deep breaths and kept her tone civil and level.

"Just...is there any good news you bring me today? Any new jobs, commissions?"

"Not as such, no," Thorin's own anger had dispersed now he had to face the other problem he wanted to talk with her about, "but there is...good news. Whilst I paid a visit to a tavern in Bree, I was approached by...Gandalf the Grey."

Druili heard Dis' gasp at the aforementioned name and pressed herself closer to the door, listening intently. She had not meant to listen in, but after Dis shouted at Thorin, she wanted to make sure that it was safe to come inside. And so far, it wasn't. So she listened some more, just to be sure when it was safe.

That's how her brothers found her. They'd come back from hunting, a successful days bounty of pheasants for that night's supper and they were congratulating themselves as they walked along the path home, when Kili put his arm in front of Fili.

"Fili," Kili nodded his head towards the house they lived in, "I can see someone eavesdropping." Fili, following his brother's gaze, smiled mischievously.

Druili had her body pressed against the front door of their house. Her back was to them and one hand was up and pressed to the side of her head, a gesture she did many times when she wanted to hear something better on the other side of whatever it was she happened to be eavesdropping for.

Fili and Kili shared a glance.

Quietly, stealthily as they had been taught, they walked right up behind her, a wicked grin on either of their faces. Kili gave Fili a small wink, letting him do the honours.

Making sure to leave enough space to avoid her punches, Fili whispered low in a practised 'Thorin' voice.

"What are you doing?!"

Druili jolted and spun around, steadying herself as her legs dared to get entangled and urge her to fall over. She luckily didn't scream, but the sharp intake of breath and garbled choked shout was enough to please Fili and let him know, he'd done a successful job in frightening some life out of her. He wasn't smiling when she suddenly dove for him and grabbed his moustache braids, pulling him down and close to her face.

"NEVER. DO THAT. AGAIN." She hissed at him, trying to keep quiet, but yelped when he grabbed her own braids, the ones she'd grown so fiercely fond of.

"Let. Go." He glared at her and she returned it.

"I will let go when you promise to shut your face! And you!" She hissed at Kili, who was still struggling not to laugh at the two in front of him, "you may not have a beard but I'll pull your bloody ears off if you don't shush!"

The beard comment made Kili go silent, his eyes narrowing at Druili. She knew exactly what to say to get him to shut up.

Carefully, slowly, she and Fili released one another's braids and she signalled for them both to button their lips and come and listen to the door with her. Making room, she budged over and pressed herself carefully against the wood, joined now by her siblings who were very curious as to what it was she was listening to.

For anyone that happened to walk by the house at that exact time, a strange sight would have greeted them: three dwarves, pressed against their front door, huddling together as they listened inside.

Fili, who was now standing in between Druili and Kili, had scooted down to listen in and keep his face level with Druili.

"So...what are we listening to?" He whispered melodramatically, pleased that she threw him an annoyed glare at breaking her concentration.

"Thorin's back," she pointed at the door, "There was an issue with work and something about your grandfather ...I'm not ENTIRELY sure, but...there was a man he met. A Wizard called Gandalf and he told him about the battle for the mountain and...just listen." Druili stopped and shut her eyes, trying desperately to gain back the parts of the conversation she'd lost out on. Fili however, cast her a disparaging glance and straightened himself, done with keeping his voice quiet.

"We're not children anymore, we can go in and-" he suddenly felt Kili's hands on his shoulders, just as Druili grabbed the front of his tunic, both of them pulling him back down.

"SHH." Was their joint, hushed command.

Fili just rolled his eyes and thought, 'can't beat em', before pressing his ear back to the wood.

"...take back your homeland," those were the first words everyone managed to make out, coming loud and clear from Thorin, "that is what he said to me."

"He knew you'd be there? At the tavern."

'Who?' Fili mouthed at Druili, who mouthed back, 'Gandalf.'

"He had been ambushed along Greenway. By a group of characters who carried a message ...written in black speech." Dis' gasp of disgust was heard clear as day.

Kili's eyes widened and he looked at Druili, who paled and mouthed, 'Orcs?'

He nodded.

"The message contained a promise of payment. For my own head," Thorin's heavy footsteps could be heard as he paced back and forth, "someone wants me dead."

"Who the bloody hell would want you dead? And after all this time?!" Dis sounded frustrated.

"He said, as the heir to Durin, I am to unite the armies...to retake Erebor."

All three of them froze at that statement. Their heads swimming with the idea that the homeland they were entitled to could be theirs.

"He told me to summon a meeting with the seven families. That I should demand they stand by their oath."

"But, Thorin... that oath was sworn long ago. And it was sworn to the one who would wield the King's jewel. We don't have the Arkenstone, it's with the dragon, what right does he-"

"Wait. Please."

It was rare for Thorin to say please and it must have stunned Dis into silence, for he continued.

"He offered his help to reclaim it... There is a possibility...we may be able to take back the Lonely Mountain and the Arkenstone."

"But...how? How does he expect to get it back when it's in the possession of a dragon?!"

"He mentioned something about a burglar. A Hobbit to be exact," suddenly, Thorin's footsteps approached the door, "before I tell you more, I must gather the others. I'll bring Balin and we can talk about this after supper."

When Thorin opened the door, he was greeted by ...nothing. Which was strange, because he could have sworn he heard something a moment ago.

"When do the boys return from their hunt?" Thorin addressed Dis before he left.

"They should be back soon, as should Dru," she was massaging her forehead, "this is going to be complicated to explain to them."

Little did either know...

A few moments earlier...

'GO, GO, GO!' Fili had mouthed frantically as he heard Thorin come to stand behind the door they were currently listening to. Druili had turned and ran first Fili following and checking Kili was close behind. She turned the corner of their house and they followed quickly, both boys looking when they heard the door open.

Unfortunately, as the two boys were checking on Thorin's movements, they didn't see Druili fall. They heard the yelp, but too late, as they both shuffled back and tripped over her.

Tumbling down, Fili landing to the side and Kili half falling on top of her, they all suppressed their exclamations of pain, each taking a deep breath as they lay, perfectly still. Listening.

The door closed again and Thorin's footsteps soon drew farther away, until they disappeared altogether.

Druili was the first to talk, her head coming up and covered in the mass of curls that fell from atop her head.

"Kili...I think you broke something."

Kili rolled to his side and shimmied over, groaning at the pain in his backside.

"No, I think it's just bruised."

"No, ME you daft lump!" She rolled herself over, accidentally falling into Fili. He shoved her back over.

"Get off, Toad."

They all scrambled into a seated circle, Fili leaning against the wall of the house as he pondered what he just heard.

"So...there's a chance that Erebor can be reclaimed," he licked his lips and gave a humourless laugh, "after all these years, believing in a fairytale ending doesn't seem so far fetched."

Kili sat across from him.

"He wouldn't have told Mam had he not believed it himself," he furrowed his brow as he truly thought of these implications, "Back to the Mountain...Back to Erebor...our own land."

Druili glanced between both of them.

"If Thorin gets the Arkenstone and...the armies come," she wiped her nose on the back of her sleeve, trying to rid the grass that was stuck up there, "then... there will be a battle? Surely, all the armies could take down one dragon...right?"

No one answered this. They all sat in silence, shifting around uncomfortably at the implications of such an event.

Then, Fili had a thought.

"If word gets out, I can see Dwalin and Balin insisting on joining in," he smiled at the idea of the three of them just arguing over directions, "He'll need Balin for the directions alone. He's always getting lost."

Druili smiled with him, but wider as her eyes shimmered with a new idea.

"If Thorin DOES go, he'll need a bigger company than just three people," she looked between Fili and Kili, "He'll need volunteers. A small group of people whom he knows and whom he can trust."

Kili suddenly realised what she was getting at.

"Oh, of course," he looked directly at Fili, "do you think-"

"This means, we're going on-" Fili interrupted.

"A quest! We're going on a bloody quest!" Druili's arms flew up over her head as her hands balled into fists and she punched towards the sky in a moment of victory. But whilst she looked joyous, Fili and Kili both threw her a look.

"You're not going!" They said in unison and Druili scowled at them.

"I bloody am," her arms came down and she gripped onto the tufts of grass in both her hands, "remember boys, WE have a deal. And I'd like to see Thorin try to stop me."

Fili couldn't help but smile and Kili actually had to agree with her on that statement.

"True, nothing short of chaining you to the kitchen table would stop you coming," Kili dodged the swipe as she let go of the grass to hit him, "Come on Dru, it probably won't be THAT exciting. What do you expect to happen on the way there? It's probably going to be very uneventful until we reach Erebor."

And now...

"Kili, If we get out of this alive, I'll bloody kill you!" Druili panted as she ran, stumbling every now again as her feet caught roots, rabbit holes and the occasional rock, "'Not very exciting,' he said! 'Nothing uneventful will happen until we reach Erebor,' he said! If Mam won't have your hide, I bloody will-"

"You can think about killing me later, right now, just bloody run!" Her brother was throwing looks over his shoulder, checking that they had no foe right on their heels.

They'd be running all morning. She'd seen the sun rise and illuminate the paths and ground they covered. She couldn't stop to appreciate any of the forests or the fields they passed through though, as on their tracks came the hunting pack of Orcs. Led by Azog to hunt them down and kill them.

"I bloody hate all this running!" She shouted out to no one in particular. Sometimes, it just felt good to complain. She stumbled again on a root, but righted herself and vowed to buy at least three new pairs of running boots at the next available town.

The howl that ripped through the air made every single one of the group freeze in place. Druili heard her heart beating loudly, the rhythm carrying to her ears and she knew, the running was only part of it.

Gandalf, not wanting to waste time directed everyone to keep moving.

Druili turned to her brothers and smiled.

"Come one," she faltered when she heard how her voice shook, "Come on, you slowpokes!"

Fili and Kili looked at her, both faces etched with concern.

"I'll outrun both of you. Last one there's a hedgehog's backside!" She turned away and darted through the trees with the others.

They both realised she's trying to lighten the mood in a desperate attempt to mask her fear. She'd been pretty shaken up after the original attack by Azog. They followed and soon caught up with her, Fili going faster and throwing her a grin.

"Come on, Toad!" He called out as she peeked at him, "you've gotten slow in your old age."

Kili was behind them and laughed as she called out, aghast.

"Shut it, Kili!" She felt him gaining up, "you're slower than me AND older!"

Their jovial banter continued as they ran through a field and she finally made out a large, walled off house and garden.

She was distracted by the sight, from a familiar figure now overtaking her, Fili and soon, the others in front of them

"Bombur?!" Druili laughed as he ran by her, his large ladle clutched in his hand. In all this time, she knew he had that secret stash of energy hidden deep within him. She had a feeling that he was a man with many secret hidden talents, not just cooking and surviving a Goblin army.

As they all made their way into the garden, Druili winced as Bombur ran first into the closed door to the large house. And rebounded straight off of it and onto the floor. As the others began to pile against it, she observed their struggle and in her panic-addled brain, couldn't think of what to do to help. She moved back and pushed by the others, joining Gandalf at the gate just as Thorin and Bilbo came in.

"Gandalf, the door-" she stopped when a loud and ferocious growl tore through the air. She turned towards the forest she had just run from and there, running full pelt towards them, was the largest bear she had ever seen.

"Oh...Mahal."

Gandalf, having seen her seize up in panic, grabbed her arm firmly and quickly steered her back towards the house. Propelling her around and forward, she finally joined everyone else in trying to open the door.

"Open the door!" Gandalf commanded and Thorin who had managed to push his way through lifted his hand up above the heads of the company and lifted the latch to the door.

"Of all the bloody-" she lost the last word as she was forced in by someone and everyone barrelled in. She had no time to register where exactly 'in' was before she turned back and tried to help the others close the door behind them.

Unfortunately, before they could get it closed, the large bear (or whatever the thing was, it was HUGE) stuck it's head in the door, desperate to get in and feast upon their flesh. As the others pushed with all their might, Dru's instincts took over. Shoving her way through to the tiny gap, she pulled her arm back and landed the hardest punch on the nose of the beast.

She pulled back as it did, the door closing and everyone heaving a triumphant sigh.

"Oh, ow, bollocks," she shook her hand out, trying to get rid of the pain, "Oh...something clicked in there."

She pushed herself away from the door with the others and took in her surroundings. The house was more like a house had been combined with a barn. Straw and hay littered the majority of the place and there were animals of varying sizes and varieties. Druili liked it instantly.

"What is that?" Ori was still panting against the door, quickly being pulled away by his brother, for fear the creature might attempt a break-in.

"That is our host."

Everyone turned and stared at Gandalf liked he'd just admitted he could magic them into the Lonely Mountain all alone.

"His name is Beorn," he continued regardless of the stares, "And he's a skin-changer."

Nobody had anything to say to that, except Dru who purposefully went heavy on the sarcasm.

"Oh...that's fine then."

"Sometimes, he's a huge black bear. Sometimes he's a great strong man," he paused as if considering his next choice of words, "The bear is unpredictable...but the man can be reasoned with. However...he is not overly fond of Dwarves."

Exasperated, Druili quickly lost interest in the conversation and began to away from her kin.

"Are we ever going to find someone that actually likes us?" She muttered, more to herself as the others began to converse, some voicing stronger opinions about Skin-changers that she'd rather not hear.

She walked straight over to a great, horned beast that she remembered was an Ox (and not a bull as she first wanted to point out to the others). Carefully, she approached it though it didn't seem the least bit concerned or angered by her sudden appearance.

"Hello there, big boy...girl? Beastie," she stepped in front of it and carefully put her hand out to its mouth, "easy...I'm not going to hurt you."

She knew she was being overly cautious but at the same time, didn't want her fingers suddenly bitten off by a bad-tempered creature she was trying to make friends with.

Her fingers brushed the nose and snout of the ox and it actually leaned in, accepting her attention as she placed a light pressure there.

She admired how large their nose was in comparison to her teeny, tiny hand.

"Wow...I bet you'd like some nice hay...or carrots since you've got hay?" She began to stroke the Ox's snout up and down, gingerly flexing her fingers, "I don't know if you eat carrots. If you did, I'd like some. I'm very hungry and we just outran a bear-"

She was cut off by a purposeful cough behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, her hand staying on the Ox's snout and looked at Gloin and Oin.

Both males just stared at her to inquire as to what it was she was doing.

"What?" She threw them a smile, " Some of the best conversations I've had have been with animals. It's a damn sight more intelligent than some of the stuff I've talked about with Kili or Fili."

"Dru sweetheart is that you-BLOODY MAHAL?!" Dis dropped her basket of laundry in shock and jumped back, "DRU, GET THAT THING OFF OF MY TABLE!"

Druili, hastily scooping up the small white mouse she had placed in front of her atop of a once clean plate. Thinking quickly, she pulled aside the hem of her collar and dropped the mouse down there, her mother looking at her in horror.

"Dru...What on EARTH are you doing with that thing?!" Dis couldn't move towards her daughter, knowing she was now harbouring a small creature down her dress. Her little legs swung happily on the high chair she sat upon and gave her mother an innocent smile.

"It's my new friend Mam, I met Thomas today when I went for a walk!"

Dis pulled a long frown at seeing how completely unperturbed her youngest was being at being friends with something they generally kept AWAY from the house.

"Dru, mice are not our friends," she calmly moved forward and bent low to being scooping up the washing that had escaped her basket, "I'd like you to go outside and put that thing back where it came from. Or, just anywhere that's not near here."

Druili's eyes widened and she gently pressed her hands to the small bulge that was moving about beneath her fabric.

"I can't do that mum."

Dis, with the basket in her grasp, stood back up and arched her brow at her daughter.

"You can and you will," Dis went to move forward but caught her daughter worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, "Oh Dru..what? Why can't you?"

"Thomas was being chased by a cat and it got him in its mouth and threw him and I picked him up and ran and," Druili took a deep breath in before continuing, "then the cat ran after me and I only just got in and now that cat is waiting and if I put Thomas outside Mam, he'll kill him!"

Dis sighed and shut her eyes, counting herself to ten to calm her nerves.

"All right, but why is the mouse in here? Why can't you put it out the back way?"

Druili gave her mother an 'I just told you' look but told her again.

"The cat's outside Mam. And it's MEAN. Did you not see it?"

Dis HAD seen a bushy tail as she turned the corner of the house, but thought nothing of it. She still didn't.

"I'm sure it's-" She was interrupted as Kili came in the back from behind her, clutching his hand.

"Mam, there's a bad-tempered cat outside the front door," he held up his hand and showed the three long red welts on the back of his hand, "little bugger got me when I went to pet it."

"Language," Dis sighed and shut her eyes, completely contradicting her last word when she said, "Bollocks...all right, Kili go get the bucket out from under the sink. Druili...get yourself and that thing ready."

A short while later...

As soon as her mother had given her the cue, Druili had darted out of the back door and ran all the way to the tree at the bottom of their yard. There was technically no wall or even a fence to separate the land from the vast fields outback, merely a makeshift line of rocks that they themselves had placed there.

She crouched down behind the tree and carefully removed Thomas from her collar. He wiggled slightly as she placed him down onto the ground and didn't dart off as expected, but snuffled about as it explored its new surroundings.

"Now, DON'T go to the Henderson house again. And if you ever come back, you can share some of my apple pie," she leant in close to whisper the next part, "'but don't tell Kili, because he'll want some too. And I DON'T share with boys."

Waving him goodbye, she got back up and quickly made her way to the back of the house, where she could see Dis coming out with her broom held like a sword.

"All gone?" She looked at her daughter who nodded, "very well, let's go give the good news to Kili."

Finding Kili, still seated upon the upturned bucket that was currently letting out loud hissing and mewling noises, they pulled him off and knocked the bucket over with the broom.

"Away with you, you beast!" Dis pointed the brush end at the cat.

The cat, however, less scared and more offended, turned tail and sauntered off in a haughty manner.

"Mam," Kili was standing next to Druili, his hand bandaged with a hankie, "are you going to tell me what that was about?"

Dis, turning around and looking at her son, gave a sly, quick wink to Druili.

"No need, just a mother doing her duty." She marched on by them both and back into the house, her broom now resting over her shoulder.

Kili turned to Druili who was staring at the bucket as if it might jump up and reveal another cat hidden underneath.

"Dru?"

She turned to her brother and gave him a wide-eyed look.

"That cat were going to eat Thomas. Mam's a hero."

Tucking her hands into the pockets of her Mam's favourite dress, she turned away and followed her mother back into the house.

Kili looked around utterly confused and turned back to the bucket.

"...I suppose I'll just get this then?!"

Druili moved away from the ox when the arguments seemed to have stopped among the group. Whilst there was still some tension, they seemed to be in agreement that they couldn't very well venture outside. Even if they got by their 'host', there was no telling how they would with an Orc pack hunting them.

She moved closer to Gandalf as the others begin to spread out, searching for food, places to sleep and possible weak points in the house.

"Get some sleep, all of you! You'll be safe here tonight," Gandalf's smile disappeared as he looked around and said the last bit quietly, "I hope."

Druili scowled and muttered low enough for him to hear.

"I heard that."

He did not respond.

A short time later...

It was impossible. Druili's eyes were still shut but she was no longer asleep. How could she be? Not only had it been an eventful day but her current sleeping partner was very close to her face and it was very distracting.

Cautiously, as if expecting him to be staring straight at her, she opened her eyes and gazed upon Thorin's sleeping face.

She'd chosen a comfy spot down in the hay, throwing down her tattered and borrowed coat and weapons, when Thorin had placed his sword next to hers. He had been on the other side of the room when she'd chosen that spot and had expected him to stay close by Gandalf and Bilbo, so it was a shock when he sat in his spot and looked up at her.

"Are you not sleeping?" He'd said as he began to lay down and made sure to spread out his own cloak for his comfort. She hadn't been able to get any words out then, but nodded and turned around and began to sit.

She caught Fili and Kili's eyes across from her and they both gave her small, knowing nods for encouragement. She had started off merely laying on her back, but shifting throughout the evening had brought her to her normal side, her hands brought up and tucked into the side of her neck.

It had been a few hours later just after night had fallen when she'd opened her eyes groggily and been met with his features, his nose so close to hers she could feel his warm breath against her face.

And thus, when she'd tried to get back to sleep she found it impossible. So now, she took the opportunity to properly appreciate his sleeping face.

She'd always admired his handsome brow and nose but felt his permanent glower that had been directed at her from only a few weeks ago sort of spoiled the effect. But here he looked so peaceful. Calm.

Tentatively and carefully she moved a hand from under her head and reached for him. If he awoke to her chest, she'd feign that he had a piece of hay in his beard, but as her fingertips ever so softly landed and ran along his cheekbone and jawline, he did not wake.

His skin was rough and dry from being outside so long, but that didn't make him any less handsome to her. His skin was healing nicely from the scars that he had received on the night of Azog's first attack. But then again, he and she both had the same medicine and treatment on their continued travels and her back had almost completely healed from the marks left by the whips and the mace.

His cheek quivered slightly under her tough and she stopped her ministrations, not knowing if she was tickling him.

She pulled her hand away, not wanting to disturb him any farther and turned herself back to lay on her back. Staring at the ceiling and the cobwebs that hung from the low beams, she was pleased to not see any spiders tonight.

She got herself up slowly and quietly and made her way around the house.

'Might as well explore if you're not going to sleep.'

She walked around the large table and benches that sat dusty in the centre of the room, a large and splendidly carved chair to the side.

She made her way into the kitchen and whilst she had barely eaten anything that day, she knew not to go looking for food that didn't rightfully belong to her or hadn't been offered by a host. Her mother had taught her well.

She saw movement on one of the sideboards and crouched low. In the night the small, white mice were illuminated beautifully as they scurried along, picking up small speckles of crumbs and crusts to munch on or take home to their families.

"Hello there," Dru put her hand out gently scratched ones back with her fingernail, "well aren't you a-"

The sudden, guttural groan from outside startled her. The others wouldn't have heard it in their sleeping state, but she did.

She jumped up and made her way quickly to the door, pressing herself against it and making sure it was still locked.

'Bolt...lock...Okay, everything is in place.'

She took a deep breath and made to step away from the door, but a slither or night seemed to have crept in through a crack in the door and she cautiously placed her eyes against it.

Peering into the garden where the gates were still open, she'd expected to still see the bear prowling around and waiting for its opportunity.

What she saw made her pull away from the door so abruptly, she swore she felt whiplash in her neck. She stumbled away and quickly and (almost as quietly), laid down in her place as before and shut her eyes tight, willing sleep to come again and quickly.

Unfortunately, when she shut her eyes, all she could see was the image of a very tall, hairy and naked man, bathed in moonlight.