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[ofdaggers]

( @hearthindale | starter call )

Sliding into the door, Sigrun regarded the place before stepping up to the bar. A few raised brows were pointed her way but they were easily ignore. Laying her elbows down, she tapped and grin.

“ Miss Kari? ”

[dwarvishprincewalkingarsenal]

📂

@hearthindale

Fili is very particular about his braids. If they’re not to his liking, he will take them out and start over on them. The only person who’s ever been able to recreate them the way he likes them is Dis.

[dwarvishprincewalkingarsenal]

❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’? now would be the time to consider it. ❞

@hearthindale

Fili looked on the horizon, at the Lonely Mountain, visible through the fog.

“The dragon has lay dormant for almost two hundred years,” he said. “I highly doubt he’s a light sleeper.”

[dwarvishprincewalkingarsenal]

“are they dead? did you kill them?”

Fili stood, breathing heavily, splattered in black orc blood. “I killed them,” he said fiercely, his eyes blazing. “Every last one of them, and I would kill a hundred more, until there was not one orc in all of Middle-earth!”

[dwarvishprincewalkingarsenal]

@hearthindale

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“You’re too kind, milady,” Fili said with a tired smile. Winter was starting to set in, and he’d spent the last few hours in and out of water. The warmth of the pub was a welcome change.

The smell of the soup and bread made his mouth water, and his stomach growl. It had been so long since he had a decent, hot meal. It only took one bite of soup to warm him up. A gulp of spiced rum worked wonders as well.

“It’s fantastic,” he said, tearing off a bit of bread. “Thank you.”