dain-mothafocka:

What
defines a leader isn’t a show of strength in words or deed or arm,
nor how well you spin an axe. What defines Dain Ironfoot as a Lord
under the Iron Hills is his ability to be merciful – even to one
who’s gone so far astray.

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“I’KHIZ!”

The
great cry and subsequent commotion rang out from the corridor outside
Dain Ironfoot’s great hall – it was followed by a howl and the
sound of something, or someone, being dragged across the floor, and
the mighty crash of a door being hurriedly slammed shut. In a moment,
the King’s Guards were at attention, their axes pointed towards the
entrance and their backs to their Lord, who wasn’t feeling particularly
impressed.

“I hope that’s not a prisoner – I don’t need orc filth cluttering up the dungeons,” he groaned, ignoring chancellor Hanar, who was waving at the Lord to stay back – but Dain reached for his axe nevertheless.

“Alright,
let’s have a look at this one then,” he sighed, feeling the
reassuring weight of the metal shaft in his hands. His guards’ eyes
were nervously flitting to Dain and then back to the door, some of
them shrinking away slightly as the cacophony of what seemed twenty
dwarrows rose up the corridor, coming closer to them…

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AHHHHHHH

DAIN BEING SO SMART AND KIND AND WISE AND BADASS

YOUNG AHKSAN BEING BADASS AND SMART AND DESPERATELY ALONE

I LOVE THIIIISSSS