Here We Go Again

“We are not fighting about this right now,” Gandalf snaps. “Anyway, Bilbo’s the one who found it. Practically tripped over it. Thorin had his heart set on finding the stone, but Bilbo could see that the dragon-sickness was getting to him. So the crazy little fucker claimed the Silmaril as his share of the treasure.”Galadriel whistles in appreciation. She’s messing with her hair, twisting it into tiny braids. “And then Thorin threw him off the battlements?”“And then Thorin tried to throw him off the battlements. Thankfully, I was there to stop him.” Gandalf shrugs. He will not brag in front of the Lady of Lórien, no matter how much he wants to. “I got Bilbo back to our camp, asked to borrow the rock for a moment, and here we are.”“Damn.”“Yes.” Gandalf looks around. It’s nearly midnight by now, and the camp is deserted. “Galadriel?”“Yes?”“What do we do?”