There were few people that Thorin Oakenshield trusted. He trusted his kin, but that was it. After losing the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves of Erebor were looked down upon by many races of Middle Earth and elves had a special place of distrust in Thor...
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"I don't know how much longer I can handle this," he groaned, running a hand through his hair. Balin and Dwalin walked on either side of him as they made their way to the council hall for the upcoming meeting. "I can barely get close to her."
"Vedis does seem more protective than usual," Dwalin said.
"Her sister was injured not long ago," Balin pointed out. "Perhaps Vedis is just being vigilant."
"Oreliell can look after herself," Thorin said. "I haven't had one moment with her since before the battle."
The sons of Fundin exchanged a look.
"Perhaps that has something to do with it?" Balin said. "Unfortunately, things were not left well off. Yes, the sickness had great influence, but perhaps it has left a lingering wound for Oreliell."
"And that is why I wish to speak with her, Balin," Thorin said. "She is my One. I want to make amends, but that is hard to do when I can't... Kili, what are you doing?"
