Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn’t have?

I think a lot of us are guilty of doing this at one point or another? I know I have done this and have talked to others who have, as well. Over time you learn who you can trust and who it’s best not to keep up a partnership/friendship with. If that makes sense? I know I’m a lot more cautious than I was. 

@theonlydis

Erebor had finally been restored after the desolation of Smaug. The battle of the five armies for which it was titled now, had ended, and everyone had lived. Thorin and his nephews, Fili and Kili had been badly injured, but were healed with the help of Thranduil’s Elven healers. He had fought against Azog, the Defiler, and finally slain him atop the frozen waters of Ravenhill.

He had been  crowned king, while he was nearly healed, in a ceremony which was attended by the company, Dain and his dwarves from Erebor. Gandalf and Bilbo had also been present, their hobbit having stayed there to see the restorations of the mountain.

Now, It had been many months later, and he had received news from Roac, his trusted royal raven. The news was that the dwarves were on the move from Ered Luin, trekking across Middle Earth, so they could arrive back in their rightful home, Erebor, the Lonely Mountain. His sister Dis would be leading the convoy, and truth be told, he was truly happy to see her return home.  The entire mountain was a buzz now, his nephews, were practically buzzing from the thought of seeing their mother again.

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Under any other circumstance Bofur would have been all too happy to comply - or at the very least find the time to explain himself before being so rough. As it was things had transpired so swiftly that if either were to make it out unharmed they had to act now.

He had missed her. Missed her smile, her humor, and her simple defiance. Never had he met any woman be it dwarf, elf, nor man that struck him the way she did. She was his dearest friend, whom he used to write letters back and forth the only one whom he shared his fears with. And now he was ashamed and grieved that he could not have made things different. In reality deep down he knew he would choose his people first again but he wanted to believe he would have changed his mind when he saw her that infamous day. That he would have rode down to save her. Save her from the misery and avoid the death and sorrow that now clung to them like a cloud.

His heart skipped and he fought to remain calm when he heard word of her arrival. Thranduil did his best to keep his mind off of her the rest of the tiring day full of rebuilding and new treaties. 

Decades have past since the last time he had seen her. Of course he had kept tabs on her where a bouts and how she fared. Always though through messenger since he did not have the courage to actually ask himself. He walked through familiar halls of Erebor. Dust and burn marks everywhere where gold once shown and laughter echoed against. Coming upon a balcony he stopped unknowing that someone else had choose these halls and this spot to roam.