Forged In Amber
“Well? What do you think?”
“It… is lovely. But I do not understand. You’re a prince of Erebor. Did you not have your own rooms before this?”
“I did, but they were not right for me anymore. These rooms symbolize something much more important than a princedom.”
“And what is that?”
“A new life, Sigrid. Our life.”
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Sigrid’s last memory of a storm was from Lake-town. She did not remember what life had been like after her family had moved to Dale. She certainly did not remember how much colder the winters had become as the years wore on, how much more rain fell, and how much of a difference it made that she lived nestled within a valley rather than on a cold, icy lake.
But soon enough, the wind had begun to howl, the sky had darkened, and Sigrid had lost the horizon. She had lost the horizon, which meant she had lost her destination, which meant she had lost Lake-town.
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