#daleprincess

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                                      'You could have.'

Slowly the work was done. Most of the wounded were taken care of. Most of the dead were brought together and burried, some have gone back down to Esgaroth to take care of the burials there. The elves and dwarves had done the same. After a few lengthy discussions that lasted through nights a deal has been struck between the three kings: They would all aid the men in rebuilding Dale and Esgaroth, with Erebor pulling the heavier cost of things and the heavier load with the aiding. The elves would give both kingdoms food and supplies to last the winter. It was the first time Bard found a little time to himself in days. He hadn't seen his children in over 24 hours either and now he knew at least Bain and Tilda should sleep. According to Hilda his children were settled in a makeshift house to which she guided him. Bard immediately noticed the silence in the house. The kids were probably asleep. The newly appointed leader didn't bother to go through the house to find something akin to a bed, they wouldn't have something. Instead he just sat down - or rather fell - against a wall. Now, once he rested without a burden on his shoulder, he felt the pain. He felt the bruises on his body, but they were safe now. He mussed have dozed off, the next thing he registered someone in the room with him. The shape of the person gave away who it was. Sigird, his beloved oldest daughter. "Good evening - or morning, Sigird.", he greeted her softly, reluctant to move from his somewhat comfortable position. "Did I disturb your sleep? Do you need something?"

❦ | | |           "I can help with that," Bilbo said hastily, shaking his sleeves back to free his hands, "I'm not sure what the difference might be between a stew in the shire, and one from Dale, but I'm a fast learner- I can keep up." He padded across what little space was between them to Sigrid's side, a smile quickly stealing his lips as he turned his eyes to look at the ingredients she had already prepared. "After all, you look like you could use an extra hand, and I don't mind, I miss it.. actually, cooking, would you believe." Said the hobbit, head turned up so he could make proper eye contact with her. "I haven't touched a wooden spoon in almost a year."

Tilda looked up at her sister, unsure what to reply to her. The older girl's words made sense to her, yet it was hard to comprehend what had just been said to her. "I think Da said something similar once before." She mused, before shuffling her feet a little. "But this story, it is different than the ones I enjoyed. This... this is about us, Sigrid. And even if our lives begin as a story now, I don't want it to end like one. I am so scared, Sigrid."

Family's love of language ftw! lol You just gave me mental images of them learning elvish together or playfully correcting each other or or accosting random elf with a barrage of questions on elvish until they're just o.0 'Wat is happening wat..?' 

              He trips a bit in order to detach               himself without harming the girl.                Releasing grip, he causes himself               to fly onto the ground, face up —               fearing h may have sent the girl                reeling.

      ‘It doesn’t ever get easy, watching someone die.      Watching anyone die. But you’re still here, aren’t       you? Take what  s m a l l  a victory that is, hold it      close, and never forget that your life was bought      with another’s, girl.’