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"I was taught to be lord. Groomed to know no greater issues then 'who did what to who and if it was right'. The walls and halls, have no love for me. Her people whisper what they know of me. I was so disloyal and untusting of you I could not spare a simple soldier. They do not want me as their king. Yet I must. You took the boys as well. Those little fools died for your dream of a home they never saw. Yet for you and your approval they went from their mother and never returned to her. I looked her in the face as I told her. Im not such a coward I would do so on paper. They would see the toy maker king before me if they had their way. I WAS NOT RAISED TO BE A KING THORIN! I WAS RAISED TO BE LORD! And now I am a king of people who don't respect my right to throne, I canot blame them because I never wanted it. We were ment to be better than our forefathers. I guess dead is better than mad." Dain Ironfoot says as he lays a cared for Orcrist back onto Thorin's tomb. He cares for it and the boys himself. He must atone for his lack of fate in HIS King and Princes.
On the other side of the entrance Dwalin in his green uniform, visible in the light of the candles a single tear rolls down his cheek. "kharm, Zabad Dûr, Birashagimi."¹
He clears his throat and adjusts his sewing axes as the king aprears. They say nothing as they walk back to roar of the crowd celebrating the 10th anniversary to the reclaiming of Erebor.