Bofur

Bofur was a little blue from sitting outside the cave on the first watch. The winter air was so cold it hurt to breathe.

He sees her come out with a blanket. She silently throws it over her shoulders and turns to go back to where she was leaning against a rock.

"Hey. Wait."

Bofur grabs her wrist, so gently that she could let go if she wanted.

"Will you join me for a smoke?"

He offers her a puff from his already lit pipe.