Heir to be
Fili stares at the target in front of him, gazing over the multiple gashes in the wooden dummy. The younger dwarf twirls his swords a bit, sweat running down his brow before he lunges at the target, stabbing with one sword, then slashing with another before quickly pulling back into a defensive position, breathing heavily. He had been practicing all day due to his uncle and it was starting to get to him. "H-How much longer must I keep this up uncle, and why must I do all this?"
















