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She ignored the full body throbbing, the piercing pain that hit her every time she took a step on her right leg. But Thorin didn’t care. She needed to see her best friend. She wasn’t going to wait, injuries be damned.

Finding Dwalin was more difficult than she had anticipated, mostly because Thorin hadn’t really had an idea of where he’d be. But she eventually found him, among some of the ruins in the castle. Leaning against a wall for support, Thorin spoke quickly, before the words failed her or before she had time to second guess herself. “Dwalin, I’m sorry.”

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“Dwalin?”

Bleary-eyed and words still slurring with the residual effects of a particularly nasty hangover, the miner stumbled to a halt as close to the Dwarf in question as he dared and regarded him with a curious squint. In most cases he tended to save such troubles as the one he was suffering for those in the Company with more tolerance for folly, but with the majority already performing their daily tasks it left few in the area for him to question. “You’d..not happen t’have seen my hat, would you? Only I haven’t seen it since I woke up and if I didn’t know any better I’d put money on one’ve the princes having nicked it.”