Disclaimer: Tolkien’s marvellous creation – Kortirion merely muses in the margins.
Light enough to see, dark enough the stars still showed; Gimli had this last watch. He’d found a good rock to have at his back and had slept tolerably – apart from Boromir telling him to stop snoring – the nerve!
Glancing up, he noted the fading elflights, soon be time to rouse the others... maybe Sam still had bacon? Amazing creatures, hobbits - must be a smidgeon of dwarf in them - they had their priorities right - food, shelter... a decent breakfast! He glimpsed Frodo’s troubled face, skin drawn tight over fine bones, elven-pale... perhaps not... He shook his head, ‘poor lad!’