To Dáin son of Náin, heir of the Lordship of the Iron Hills, from his cousin Thorin son of Thráin, Prince of Erebor, greetings…
…
One hundred and seventy-four years is a very long time.
(And who else is left that knows what it means, how it feels? To be a child and also a leader? To lose so very much and yet still go on, because the responsibility demands it of you? Who else is left, who understands just how heavy it is?)
Two very different but equally remarkable Dwarves learn to lean on each other in quiet, subtle ways.
And there is a pig called Petal.

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(An early dain2k15 present for poplitealqueen, who is amazing.)
