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Dearest THORIN, KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN,
I writ this with th words tha it wasnt me tha tied yuor hair to the chiar when i aws yonger. Sruely it mustve been smeon else entierley.
An hterefore I am inncoetn.
And own day I will be as mjsestic as you. And I will rpoudly hold my head high.
Plase don be cross with me for crtain things. And I absoltuey didnt kiss an elf. W only loclekd lips.
your lovin acorn nephew
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The dwarven prince slid forwards, grasping the pint and shoving it in Amera's hands before leaning up a bit with a wide, toothy grin curling around his lips. "Celebrate wit' me!" he stated boldly, hooking his free arm around hers. "F'ye came out 'live, an' so did I! What more reason is there t'celebrate fer, m'lady Amera?" he laughed joyfully, raising his pint before taking a swig of it.
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"Gimliii~!" cried out the young dwarf, shoving the pint almost into the other's face with a drunken smile gracing his own. "C'mon drink w'me! Let's ferget how much more m'jestic I am c'mpared t'you an' how much more o' a beard I have an' jus' celebrate t'night! Fer I am goin' with m'uncle!" he cheered, raising his own pint and downing the content in a quick motion.
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Kíli had to admit he had always loved a fair share of alcohol in his body at joyous events. Even just when they were not too joyous. Even when they were merely normal days. All depending on the mood he was in. And right now? His mood was quite mischief, that much was certain as he cheekily patted the hip of a woman, coming very close to her behind. "Y' lookin' awffffully nice there, even fer a lass no' comin' frem m' kind~!" he laughed, shoving his mug toward her. "Com' drink with me! T'night is a night of merry makin'!"
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It was an odd sight indeed, seeing the dwarf aside an elf. He was uncertain if he had seen him before; though he thought he had done so the first time they entered Rivendell. "Oi y'shoul' sing! Yer a minstrel aren' ye? Or s'far I heard!" he laughed heartily, clapping the elf on the shoulder twice. "Sing somethin' fer me!" he stated, downing more of the ale he had been given.
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What had he once told himself? Exactly. No drinking games with the elf. For the elf was beyond him. He could stay sober for a long, long while. Whereas Kíli knew he could not. And what had his stubbornness lead him to in the end? Exactly. He had started a drinking game. It was just all for fun at first. Just to see how much he could indulge before he knew when to stop. But even when he felt he needed to stop, he had stubbornly continued on. And here he was now, merrily singing a song of his people and trying to get the elven prince to sing along, even if it was not a song he was accustomed with. Surely the young dwarven prince would soon keel over, for he had drank far too much already. "C'm'n, Leg'las! Jooooinnn. Sho'm we can merrily.. Merry make.. merry..." and he cut himself off, merely giving a hearty laugh at the speech that wished not to listen to his mind anymore.
