The room went silent as the shards from the jug of water settled on the wooden floor. Gandalf had acted in rage over the dwarves' stubborness, and now he would have to remake the jug or buy a new one. This morning was going to be more than testing to his already sour mood. After a long silence Dwalin decided to voice his opinions. "I just think you should have been more clear on this burglar. We are going to risk his life after all."
After several of the younger dwarves had left the room he had thought that this discussion had died out, and that he would not need to discuss it any further. He looked over at the other side of the table where Thorin, Balin and Dwalin sat among others, and he could see that they would be even harder to convince than the last bunch.
He let out a long sigh and looked around the room. On a small cupboard in the corner there stood a pen and an inkwell. He rose to his feet and picked up the writing material which he then placed on the table in front of the remaining dwarves. "You know where I stand in this matter, and even though I am older than any history you know you still seem to doubt me. It is your mission after all so you get to decide. Go ahead and write a letter to Bilbo and leave me out off your stupidity!"
With that he turned away from the dwarves and marshed out the front door where he nearly tripped over Dori. "Get out of my way you dwarven fool!" He found himself a nice sunny slope on Bilbo's hill and sat down for a few smoke rings.
After several of the younger dwarves had left the room he had thought that this discussion had died out, and that he would not need to discuss it any further. He looked over at the other side of the table where Thorin, Balin and Dwalin sat among others, and he could see that they would be even harder to convince than the last bunch.
He let out a long sigh and looked around the room. On a small cupboard in the corner there stood a pen and an inkwell. He rose to his feet and picked up the writing material which he then placed on the table in front of the remaining dwarves. "You know where I stand in this matter, and even though I am older than any history you know you still seem to doubt me. It is your mission after all so you get to decide. Go ahead and write a letter to Bilbo and leave me out off your stupidity!"
With that he turned away from the dwarves and marshed out the front door where he nearly tripped over Dori. "Get out of my way you dwarven fool!" He found himself a nice sunny slope on Bilbo's hill and sat down for a few smoke rings.
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