Rain Shall Pass

It started with a question from a slightly nosy Hobbit. "What does your name mean?" I could feel their eyes on me, judging me, wondering if I'll indulge him. I caught the haughty grey stare that had been dogging my footsteps since taking that first step out of Rivendell. I tilted my chin up at him, a clear challenge. "One who treads on the sea." Slow-burn Tenth-Walker