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At last, after a full lunar cycle, the outlining of the Lonely Mountain could be seen beyond the outskirts of Mirkwood. The journey was long, and unfortunately not yet over. It would still take a few more nights to reach the city of Erebor, the Dwarven Kingdom known for its great riches. It was because of its riches that the elf found himself on this taxing and rather miserable journey. Or more so because he was the third son, and not the first that he was forced to make such political journeys to a kingdom filled with brutish and uncouth dwarves. Meanwhile, his older siblings would have the privilege of meeting with the elven rulers of Mirkwood to strengthen their trade agreements. Their jobs would be much easier than trying to establish trade agreements with dwarves they have never met. That was his job. 

By morning, a few days after Mirkwood, Roderich could make out the sculptured features of the stone dwarves towering over the gates of Erebor. He could cry out of joy for reaching his destination had his destination not been so gloomy. Well, in reality, Erebor was vast with stone walls carved with symbols he did not recognize. Had he been shown the kingdom without knowing it was built by dwarves, he might have admitted that it had its own charm. However, no matter where he went, nothing could hold a candle to his realm filled with trees of gold and silver flowers. Thinking about it, weighed down the corners of the elf’s lips for it would be some time before he would be able to return to his home... ‘Enough of that.’ Roderich mentally shook himself. The faster he got this over with, the faster he could get home. 

When his small company was greeted at the gates, the elf’s lips curled into a polite, pleasant smile though it did not quite reach his eyes. The dwarf before him was rather squat with a rough tongue, and beady eyes. He appeared brutish with such thickly braided hair and cloaked in armor, though he bowed respectfully to the new guests, and led them to the throne room.

Immediately his eyes fell upon the dwarf prince sitting upon the throne. His shoulders were broad, features sharp, and eyes that made him feel small. Nonetheless, he gracefully bowed before the noble dwarf, his wreath of silver flowers upon his head glinting as he did so. 

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Finrod whimpered at the sobbing voice loud in his sensetive ears. They pair been ambushed by a small group of orcs while returning to Erebor and Finrod had taken a few rather deep wounds across the soulders and chest, though it was an axe thrown at his back that had brought him to his knees and to the ground. The blade had dug itself into his shoulder and as Finrod tilted his head slightly felt to see Fili knelt beside him, was sure it had broken bone.

“I- I’m alright.” He slurred, groping blindly with his unharmed arm to catch Fili’s wrist. “G-go get help. Leave your pack, you’ll move faster.” Finrod groaned softly and his grin in Fili’s wrist became vice-like for a moment before falling limp.

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When the men of Easy Company were originally told they would be shipping out to a town named Bastogne, they didn't think much about it. The main worry everyone had was if they’d get more smokes or if they’d be receiving winter gear any time soon. Not a word was said about the Germans, which could say a lot about the men of Easy. 

Eugene couldn't help but compare the long convoy over to the plane ride right before they jumped into Normandy. Sure they all knew what they were going in to, but no one could of imagined just how bad it actually would be. But upon arrival, it became very clear almost instantaneously exactly what they would be up against. The air was cold and a thick fog encircled the place, the ground hard and frozen as they tried to dig a deep enough hole that would not only provide shelter, but some warmth as well.

But upon comparing bags with Spina, it became very clear that the cold and Germans weren't going to be their only problem. They were short on supplies and between the two of them, they only had a few bandages and a couple syrettes of morphine. Plasma was gone, splints were all but ran out. And the need became clear within the first few days how much they needed to branch off and find some more supplies.

Waking early one morning, Eugene ventured off to find third battalion but his efforts were as good as nothing considering that after an hour of wandering around, they were no where to be found. Instead of pressing forward and getting lost, he decided the best decision was to turn around and make his way back, pestering anyone he came in contact with for any spare supplies. But when that return was low, he knew he had to go to Winters to get permission to venture out further.

The exchange was short, but Eugene had gotten what he wanted and was given permission to go find third battalion once again as long as he took a rifle man with him. So as Eugene walked back and pondered on who to ask, his eyes scanned over Heffron and Guarnere who seemed more interested in talking about Philly than going on a supply run with him. His eyes scanned the fox holes and when he spotted Fili in a hole only a few paces away from him, he made his way over quickly.