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thekinddwarf

What on earth...?

Bilbo let out a small gasp at the sight of it.

He reached for Sting, grasping the handle just in case, as he crept forward. He had never before seen something so odd, but it was mostly the smell that was overpowering. He couldn’t quite tell what the thing was, only that he had nearly stepped on it and soiled his hairy feet in... who knows what. In his defense, the moon was barely peeking out from behind the clouds, and his sword let out no glowing blue light, so he was rather lucky to be clean at all.

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         { ~♬ } — Bofur had witnessed the whole thing.              A stray horse, truly against the idea of  вєαяιηg              his rider for    any     l o n g e r.       Wary,  the              dwarrow approached. Head held low, searching              for    signs of life.

                                        With a hefty ѕιgн at the              lad’s dischevelled speech, Bofur thudded his              paws upon his   p a d d e d   hips.

                    ❝ Oh’ai, son… Tha’ ye did.                               Think  ye’ve  got  yerself                               a    ωαуωαяɗ    pony  !!  ❞

Edmund looked at the dwarf and heard what he said and then gave a small hum. He was not usually unsaddled very easily. He was a good rider indeed. He gently touched his head and then winced slightly. "Perhaps but I should have been able to stay in the saddle." Edmund said slightly grumpy that he had not kept his horse. "Do you mind telling me where I am?" Edmund asked with slightly curious tone. He risked getting to his feet. If there was one thing he hated it was staying inactive. He looked around him and then paled for a moment. His siblings and the Talking Beasts were nowhere to be seen. He wondered if they had gone on and hadn't noticed he had gone. "Did you see anyone else?" Edmund asked with worry tainting his voice.

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Thorin stood inside the treasury hall, staring out at all the mountains and piles of precious gold and jewels. He had just walked through one of the large tombs there, and sifted through the jewels, finding a bright ruby at the top of the pile, and he held it in his hand, as he walked out onto the piles of gold.

He had not too long ago welcomed home his sister’s sons, Oin and Bofur, pleased to have the rest of his company back inside the mountain. He knew there were Elves and men alike who wished to take away his treasure, but he would not allow that. He had ordered his company, and Bilbo to build a rock and granite wall over the main entrance, where Smaug had smashed through to escape the mountain. He needed Erebor to be heavily fortressed so no one would dare to break in, or try to storm the mountain.

Thorin was dressed in his regular Dwarvish clothes, his tunic, trousers, boots, and over his shoulders was draped the brown fur covered cloak. He had on his chain mail to protect his body from anyone who wished him harm. He had not heard anyone coming into the chambers, for his mind was so filled with the gold sickness. He stalked around the mountains of gold, his boots echoing up off the chambers walls.