First and Last my dude
FIRST: Thror wasn’t leading.
Thorin hadn’t noticed, at first. He’d gotten his father to one of the wagons and been frantically organizing terrified dwarves, and if more of the Guard were reporting to him than should have, he assumed that he’d simply been the first one they saw.
LAST: The dwarven party halted, obediently, some three spear-lengths away. Captain Haursi removed her helm and held it under one arm. Her large dark eyes always looked incongruously gentle and innocent against the rest of her scarred, craggy face with its habitually grim expression.













