His ink-stained hands trembled as they reached out to touch the drawing.
He had never really felt special, not until he met them.
That was when he realized he was more than a gentle-hobbit.
He was Luck-wearer and Barrel-rider.
The Ring-Winner.
The one who walks unseen.
He was Burglar, Web-cutter, and Spider-stinger.
He was door-finder and riddle-maker and most importantly of all...
he was dwarf-friend.
He nodded.
Yes, he was quite special indeed.