Don’t You Lose It

Mirkwood was dark and evil looking. Gandalf told them to stay on the road… before he decided to go somewhere else, do something more exciting than to guide the company through a dangerous, elven infested wood, Dís thought darkly.
Her other part wondered how come she got ideas like that – Gandalf was not responsible for them, he was helping them on his own accord and without a reward.
And he helped them some more.
“I got this,” she pulled the thingy out of her pocket. “So we won’t get lost.”
“Wha’s that?” Dwalin wondered.
“The wizard called it… a compass.”