Rune & Hobbit
Hobbit
Hey Rune, I’ve been nibbling on an old story about a hidden hearth in the woods—says it holds a secret that keeps a village safe. Have you come across any forgotten tales that talk about the heart of a home?
Rune
I’ve heard whispers of an old hearth in a forgotten grove, said to hum when the village breathes as one. It was the keeper of a pact—no fire outside its circle, and the village would never fall into darkness. The heart of a home, in that sense, was the fire that kept the night at bay. If you’re looking for more, I have a map of tales tucked in a dusty tome, but it’s all ink and shadows now.
Hobbit
That sounds like a fair bit of courage if you’re gonna wander in that grove, but a warm fire is worth every step. If you’ve got that map, maybe it’ll point us to a spot where the hearth’s hum is strong enough to keep us all safe. Let's check it out, but I'll keep a pot of tea on the way—never go in hungry.
Rune
I’ve kept that map tucked in a weather‑worn book, its edges frayed by time. If we follow its curve, the grove should open to a clearing where the hearth’s hum rises like a heartbeat. Tea will keep us steady; a warm fire is the safest companion on a dark path.
Hobbit
Sounds like a good plan. Let’s bring the book, a bit of bread, and the tea. With a hearth humming, we’ll have a bright road ahead. Let's head out before the sun gets low.