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livingmyths) wrote2012-12-26 09:34 pm
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It was a beautiful sunny day, so Rain took advantage of it to wander out into the forest. It didn't take her long to reach the clearing by the river and wade out to one of the big rocks in the river. She set out a blanket there, in a curved spot of the rock just perfect for curling up in, and settled down with a book to enjoy the sun as long as it lasted.
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"I didn't realize anyone else was out here."
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Kili is armed, but he's not pointing anything at her.
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Her shoulders had started to relax, sensing that he truly didn't mean her any harm.
"I've never met a dwarf before."
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Rain did love her books and she especially loved when beings from her beloved stories turned out to be real.
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A real dwarf!
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Well, if Uncle Thorin lets him come. He's still young after all. Doesn't even have a beard yet.
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Dragons! Such excitement! Her hands are clasped in front of her as the questions that fill her head just spill out.
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It has to be.
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"Erebor," she said with a dreamy smile. "It sounds like a place right out of a story, only it's real. You must be so excited!"
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"I am. It's where my family is from. I've heard so many stories about the place."
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She smiled at him hopefully.
"Tell me one?"
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Kili thinks about it for a moment and then tells her the story of finding the Arkenstone, the heart of the mountain and greatest of all jewels. About how it was found and became the crown of his great grandfather's collection.
He's a dwarf. Of course it's going to be about
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"Ohhhhhh...." Her breath came out in a long happy sigh. "That's a wonderful story! You made me feel like I was right there finding the arkenstone myself. It must be beautiful!"
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"I'm not that good of a story teller," he says modestly.
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She sighed happily again, resting her chin on her hand. "I remember before sometimes the old ones would tell stories. If they were in a good mood. I loved listening to them. But no one seems to tell stories here."
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It's only fair, right?
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"On the streets, there was an old black man who'd tell stories about Anansi - the man who stole all the stories from the Sky God and gave them to the people. He was wonderful to listen to." She looked sad suddenly. "He died in his sleep one night. I went to his stoop to find him in the morning and he was just all dead."
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She considered for a moment, staring up at the sky. "Sometimes I think that he maybe went to one of the beautiful places in his stories when he died. I hope so."
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He thinks.
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