“Time to face the music, nadad,” Frerin whispered
with a smirk, and Thorin shot him a sour look. Then he sighed and stepped
forward, holding out his arms.“Here I am, take your best shot,” he said in
resignation.Dáin let out a massive gust of breath, as though he had been
waiting for centuries to let it go. Then he took three great strides towards
Thorin and caught him up in a giant bear-hug that knocked all the breath out of
him.Thorin froze for a moment, surprised beyond speech. Then he
wrapped his own arms around Dáin’s shoulders and pulled him in tight.
“Thank you,” he said into the closest ear. “Thank you, Dáin.
Thank you for caring for them, for rebuilding Erebor, for her greatness and
splendour and beauty, for all your sacrifice…”“Don’t thank me yet,” Dáin grunted, still
embracing Thorin as though he never intended to let go. Thorin, wordless,
gripped his cousin close and hoped that Dáin could hear all that he could not
find the words to say. Ironfoot the Restorer, you did what I could not. And you
suffered it for my sake. Your endless silent homesickness, your humour, your
wisdom, ah – I can never repay…(Aka that one chapter we all cried at, letsbereal. For @determamfidd. Thank you for leaving Dain nude, seriously. It made my night.)
AHHHHH
THEIR FACES, I CAN HEAR THORIN SAYING ‘ULFFFF-!” AS ALL THE AIR IS KNOCKED OUT OF HIM – AND AWWW DAIN DWARFBUTTS AND holy shit I wanna Dain, lookit those beefy thighs gdi
POP YOU MARVEL – THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH! I LOVE IT!
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