She'd recognise Erebor anywhere.
The last thing Dee remembered was walking down her stairs at home. There were cool tiles beneath her feet, and suddenly there was grass.
She spun slowly in her place, absorbing every bit of the land she had only dreamed of visiting.
The Lonely Mountain looked as regal as she had imagined.
Dale was beautiful, a thriving city under the shadow of the dwarves, its streets colourful, its people happy.
Its marketplace was bustling with folk of all kinds, trading anything from gold trinkets to fireworks.
She loved the purity and innocent beauty of Middle Earth.
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