Disclaimer: The book, The Hobbit, belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, and by no means do I own the movie. I do not own these characters and I am not making a profit from this story. I am just taking these characters out for a walk in the park and I promise to return them in one piece.
Enjoy!
The uneven dirt pathway stretches infinitely ahead and behind us, and presumably on forever around that bend. I have always enjoyed the peace and quiet of the forest, but I am beginning to loath this particular woodland. It is almost too quiet, and it if far from peaceful. The trees of this primordial forest are magnificent yet dense, blocking every ounce of sunlight from entering the great canopy above. I would guess that no stray ray of the sun has entered this dark abyss for many a century. It is constantly dark, the only way of telling night from day being the degree of darkness. I never knew dark could be so many shades. And the air—it is so thick and stale it seems almost as ancient as the trees themselves. There is no breeze, just the sticky, humid air all around, never changing. There seems to be no end to it all, it feels as if we are stuck, doomed to wander this cursed forest for eternity.
The worst part is the eyes, the ever present, ever watching glowing eyes that appear whenever we stop to rest. The unnerving fact is that with our attempts to ward them off by building a large watch-fire, the more seemed to be attracted—I can guarantee that no one slept that night. One can never shake the feeling that something evil is lurking at the edges of the path, just waiting for you to stumble or even stray just a bit so that they can swallow you whole. We do not know what they are, and I wish for it to remain that way. Sometimes it is better not to know.
The only comfort I can get is the knowledge that I am not alone in these fears—there are twelve others about me who shiver with the same feelings of dread. Although no one dares to speak of it, I can read it in everyone's eyes. Even in the darkest of nights when you cannot even see two paces in front of your feet, you can feel the presence of each other. And every night I sleep with my back pressed to that of my brothers, his warmth and that of the Company around me offering my soul peace, albeit a small amount. Yet it is enough to give me hope that we will get out.
Eventually.
Author's Note: I hope that you enjoyed this short- very short- one-shot! (And I hope the title makes some sort of sense... it was all I could think of...) I'd love to hear your thoughts, so please review! :)