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Thorin’s Death // Chapter XVII
“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!”
When I grow up
I will be brave enough to fight the creatures
That you have to fight beneath the bed
Each night to be a grown up [x]