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Anger was q u i c k to boil && bite and bite it did as Tauriel’s CONTROL was lost. She did not f l i n c h away at his sudden movement, nor did she shy away from his accusations. ”I do believe that dwarves value treasure above all else, if my observations do justice. Or are you merely reclaiming the Mountain for sentimental purposes?” Tauriel, though q u i c k in her temper, was not a FOOL. She knew what resided in that mountain, understood the hoard of GOLD from which Smaug slumbered in. If this ‘King’ were to make her believe that he did not fight so much for their cause because of that gold, then she truly was a fool. ”You speak with a quick tongue, but you l a c k just reason, dwarf. Do not be so q u i c k to assume that we have not felt the wound of grief, witnessed the bite of DEATH. You had your chance to mend the gaping t e a r between dwarf && elf, and you honored that with insult. I do not pity you.”
Had Thorin not been forced to stay in this awful place, he would've already left this guard's heckling with as much disdain as he gave the dirt under his nails.
Yet still she lingered, still prying at old wounds as if he were expected to repent for his people's mere place in this world.
"I owe no answer to which will fall on deaf ears," he murmured.
It was then Thorin leaned nearer into the metal bars, shadow darkening all light from his eyes into a smoldering glare.
"I've heard you speaking with my sister's son. If that's how low you think of us, what compels you to keep skulking about these corridors?"
