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"All eyes to the hidden door, To the Lonely Mountain borne." "Song of the Lonely Mountain" Neil Finn Abkân-nurt 'Afgargablâg 5th (Friday, May 22nd) Erebor Kíli had to practically dance down the sweeping flight of stairs that lead from the Royal Apartments in the upper part of Erebor's south-western spur, to the Great Hall of Thrór in the central half of the Mountain's iconic spire. The last bodies from the eastern interlock had been recovered from the ruins and buried, and the time for public mourning had been officially concluded. Practically overnight, the dwarrow kingdom had exploded in a whirl of frenetic energy,

"Haven't seen the back of us yet; We'll fight as long as we live." "Song of the Lonely Mountain" Neil Finn Thanbnurt 'Afgargablâg 4th (Thursday May 21st) Dale "Kyllikko! Keep up, Pikkusisko." ["Little Sister"] The words echoed through Kivi's mind, as she tossed about in a restless sleep. His was a voice she could never quite forget, whether awake or sleeping. She remembered the strength of his shoulders, the warm skin of his bared arms, and the cool, hardened leather of his intricately tooled chest-plate. She remembered his long hair, free of braids as was the tradition of their unmarried men; it was as dark as a losrandir's summer

Adadnurt 'Afgargablâg 3rd (Wednesday May 20th) Erebor "Kivi Journeyman," Kíli finally answered, his words dragging past his lips reluctantly. "And according to Master Bard, who introduced us to her, Master Kivi troubles us because we are proud." "Ooh," Balin huffed into his snowy-white beard. "I would have loved to have been a mouse in the corner for that conversation." Kíli shot his loyal and level-headed adviser a dour look. Balin was forever - for as long as Kíli had known him - grumbling about Durin's pride as if he were a smaller version of Gandalf. "Is this lovely lass a Firebeard, then?" Dís frowned ever

"Some folk we never forget; Some kind we never forgive.” “Song of the Lonely Mountain” Neil Finn Adadnurt 'Afgargablâg 3rd (Wednesday May 20th) Erebor The King of Erebor quickly discovered that letting go of his bottled grief and sharing it with his mother did not solve any particular problem. Kíli found himself sitting on his throne the next morning, feeling as out of place as ever before. Indeed, one might wonder what good speaking of the dead and crying for them had done. But, he felt more present in the matters of state than he had before; while his heart still hung in his chest like a chunk of broken stee

"For home, a song that echoes on; And all who find us will know the tune." "Song of the Lonely Mountain" Neil Finn Akhalathnurt 'Afgargablâg 2nd (Tuesday May 19th) Dale It started with Bard. "Morning, Mestari," the Bowman said, pleasantly enough, as he strolled casually up toward Kivi's work station. Her work crews hadn't yet reported for the day; the sun was barely above the horizon and full light wouldn't flood the nooks and crevasses of Dale for at least another hour. Kivi, however, was ever early to bed and early to rise; as the chief supervisor of the city's rebuilding, there was always plenty of work to be done before the cr

"Fiery mountain beneath the moon; The words unspoken, we'll be there soon." "Song of the Lonely Mountain" Neil Finn Izgilnurt 'Afgargablâg 1st (Monday May 18th) Dale Kíli would long remember his first impression of Kivi Journeyman. He stood up as Bard's "unexpected bit of luck" stepped further into the long-hall, dragging along her two companions by their ears. He couldn't see much of anything except her silhouette at first, lit as she was from behind by the high afternoon sun. There was a halo around her head, though, that puzzled him for the few moments that it took for her to step into the darker room and to come into better