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heir_of_durinIn the time that he had roamed the strange halls of the inn, Fili could still see no sense in it. It was luxurious and nothing like a dwarf had ever constructed. It did not even match the tale of elves, which made it the halls of men. This was even more evidenced by the number of them walking through the halls, but none of them seemed to understand the sheer magic lying in their doors.
He had been through many of them into strange and wonderful worlds, but most importantly was that he had found a door leading to the garden that brought him back to Middle Earth. The only strange thing, Fili believed, was that he lingered upon the edge of it.
He stayed one foot into Middle Earth and one foot in the inn, unsure that he wished to step forward and continue back on the journey yet. Thorin was likely to have his head and he hated to abandon Kili, but there was a strange pull about the odd land behind him that he had not been able to relinquish, just yet. After all, how could he ignore that the inn had more magic in it than even Gandalf!
Surely, if such a place could be so powerful, there might be something or someone within its' halls to lend him the strength to overpower a dragon.
And so, Fili sat between two worlds in an open doorway, lighting his pipe as he peered out as the fog began to swim over Esgaroth in the distance, where his kin had gone on their journey. And in the distance, above that fog, Fili kept his gaze affixed on the Lonely Mountain's peak. Even here, from so far, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever set his eyes upon and nothing could convince him otherwise.
He had been through many of them into strange and wonderful worlds, but most importantly was that he had found a door leading to the garden that brought him back to Middle Earth. The only strange thing, Fili believed, was that he lingered upon the edge of it.
He stayed one foot into Middle Earth and one foot in the inn, unsure that he wished to step forward and continue back on the journey yet. Thorin was likely to have his head and he hated to abandon Kili, but there was a strange pull about the odd land behind him that he had not been able to relinquish, just yet. After all, how could he ignore that the inn had more magic in it than even Gandalf!
Surely, if such a place could be so powerful, there might be something or someone within its' halls to lend him the strength to overpower a dragon.
And so, Fili sat between two worlds in an open doorway, lighting his pipe as he peered out as the fog began to swim over Esgaroth in the distance, where his kin had gone on their journey. And in the distance, above that fog, Fili kept his gaze affixed on the Lonely Mountain's peak. Even here, from so far, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever set his eyes upon and nothing could convince him otherwise.