Disclaimer: Tolkien’s epic dream-weaving – Kortirion’s petite point
It wasn’t that he was starved of affection... He’d his brother’s unfaltering love, his men’s admiration, his father’s hard-earned respect. No... it was the easy companionship he saw among the Hobbits, between Gandalf and Aragorn... even the elf and dwarf... That’s what he coveted.
He watched the cheerfully squabbling Hobbits with greedy eyes, aware that he too wanted the easy hugs, the back-slaps they thought nothing of....
It was in Moria the Ranger first touched his shoulder, sat down close beside him. He could only hope the man thought his convulsive shiver was of cold, or fear of the dark...