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“She hadn't been the only one given a title. She had been Akul Kurf, the Ice Bitch.
Dwalin had been Vadok.
Death.
Bilba had always been mildly insulted by that. He got to be Death, and she got to be the hobbit with the bad attitude.”
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Dwalin had been Vadok.
Death.
Bilba had always been mildly insulted by that. He got to be Death, and she got to be the hobbit with the bad attitude.”
―
“Their hopes, dreams and fears had been bound up in the figure of Thorin Oakenshield.
Bound with him, and died with him, and as Thorin had gone so had they all.
She rode now with a company of ghosts.
Fourteen souls had marched to Ravenhill, and eleven husks had left it.”
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Bound with him, and died with him, and as Thorin had gone so had they all.
She rode now with a company of ghosts.
Fourteen souls had marched to Ravenhill, and eleven husks had left it.”
―
“Bilba nodded and headed to Syrath, climbing onto his back with Fili behind her.
They lifted off, the ground falling away behind them and she leaned against Fili, mentally picturing the final shards of the shell she'd built around herself falling away below her.
She was neither the naïve girl she'd been before her mother's death or the well of never-ending hate she'd been after.
She was Bilba, the daughter of Belladonna Took and Dwalin, son of Fundin.
She was Orcrist, Orc Cleaver, protector of the weak and defenseless.
She was the rider of Syrath, the partner and One of Fili, son of Vili, Crown Prince of Erebor.
She was her father's daughter and her mother's light.
She was more than what the orcs had tried to make her, more than what she'd made herself and more than the false foundations upon which she'd built her life.
She would rebuild again and, this time, it wouldn't be on the false hope of a fictional father she'd created in her mind and it wouldn't be on the twisted lie given to her by hate.
It would be based on truth, on what Fili and Syrath saw in her, what she was just starting to see in herself and what she saw when she looked at her father.
It would be based on allowing people in, not shutting them out.
And, this time, her foundation would be unshakable.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
They lifted off, the ground falling away behind them and she leaned against Fili, mentally picturing the final shards of the shell she'd built around herself falling away below her.
She was neither the naïve girl she'd been before her mother's death or the well of never-ending hate she'd been after.
She was Bilba, the daughter of Belladonna Took and Dwalin, son of Fundin.
She was Orcrist, Orc Cleaver, protector of the weak and defenseless.
She was the rider of Syrath, the partner and One of Fili, son of Vili, Crown Prince of Erebor.
She was her father's daughter and her mother's light.
She was more than what the orcs had tried to make her, more than what she'd made herself and more than the false foundations upon which she'd built her life.
She would rebuild again and, this time, it wouldn't be on the false hope of a fictional father she'd created in her mind and it wouldn't be on the twisted lie given to her by hate.
It would be based on truth, on what Fili and Syrath saw in her, what she was just starting to see in herself and what she saw when she looked at her father.
It would be based on allowing people in, not shutting them out.
And, this time, her foundation would be unshakable.”
― Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves
“She was drowning, and he'd be damned if she expected him to stand by and watch.”
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“All she could see was that she'd already had her first failure.
A second chance, according to her aunt.
She was wrong.
There were no second chances, not for her. Not after the reason it had all gone wrong the first time was because of her. Because she was too much of a coward to act.
She was here because of the cursed ring. Her curse.
This was no second chance.
It was a punishment.”
―
A second chance, according to her aunt.
She was wrong.
There were no second chances, not for her. Not after the reason it had all gone wrong the first time was because of her. Because she was too much of a coward to act.
She was here because of the cursed ring. Her curse.
This was no second chance.
It was a punishment.”
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