He spoke in a gentle voice, and a phrase he had heard only once before when his wife died. Gently, he pressed his two fingers against the youngest princes forehead. His dark stubble had grown ever so slightly since death. He walked between the two princes, staring hard at the younger one. "If you could hold off for a few minutes, I'd like to lay my respects." Future King Daïn scowled but nodded. She only agreed to go when she was told that they would only be changing clothes, so she could get a final goodbye later. He stayed silent as he wanted the bald dwarf gently tell her that they had to start prepping the bodies for proper buries. He had found her in the dining hall, speaking to the Hobbit and the mother of the young princes. His son had told him that she had only ever left the hall to eat, which was rarely ever. Thranduil felt sympathetic enough towards his former head of guard and followed her to the funeral hall. "We failed her uncle! She is alone! She is last in the line of Durín! She's." Kilí wailed, Filí pressed his face further into his uncles shoulder. Kilís sobs raked through his body as he cried and wailed about not being able to keep his mothers promise. my family." He whispered, hugging his boys close. Thorin was suddenly aware of the fact that both Filí and Kilí were with him. He missed the warm nights by the fire with the company now. Then suddenly, he was floating in a black void. He couldn't even hear Bilbo begging for him to wake up, he couldn't hear the hobbit he had come to admire reveal he felt the same. plant your trees, watch them grow." And just like that, everything was dark. Because-Because you'll live!" Bilbo reassured himself. Rallying his energy he spoke "If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world." he laughed a little too. Thorin Oakenshield laid in the icy ground while Bilbo Baggins hovered above him and tried to hold his wounds shut till help came.
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