I hummed, hanging on my arm a basket of fruit. An assortment really, consisting of grapes, bananas, raspberries and a personal favouite; apples. I was on my way to the dwarves house, I lived nearby in a cottage of my own.
The dwarves and I had been friends for quite a while, I had heard they have a knew house mate so I collected this fruit as a house warming present. I knocked on the wooden door and rocked back and forth of my feet waiting for someone to open it.
"Just a second!" said an unfamiliar voice, it must've been the new housie. The door soon opened to reveal a relatively tall male, skin light as snow, hair dark as ebony and lips pink as a rose (since he's a guy, guys are less likely to have red lips).
Clearly attractive, warm brown eyes stared down at me. He held a little fear "oh...hello, may I ask who you are?" he questioned "oh! I'm (Y/N), I live not far away, I'm friends with the dwarves", he seemed a little less wary.