En 2941 du troisième Âge, Thorin Ecu-de-Chêne parti en compagnie de 12 nains, 1 hobbit et 1 magicien à la reconquête du royaume perdu d'Erebor. Mais ce n'est pas leur histoire que je vous conterais aujourd'hui.
Au Nord de la Terre du Milieu...
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~Normaly, it's the moment you present yourself.~
~Fóvos.~
~You left your house but you don't know where you go?~
~Lindir? I... I thought I was alone.~
~And I thought you were a man. Now we are both surprised.~
~They are dwarfs. Obviously they are wary.~
~Why are you hiding your face?~
~To hide my facial deformity. You should do the same, my lord.~
~But she's part of the compagny now.~
~We don't leave her behind.~
~I said it. I wouldn't let them.~
~Stay alive to see me keep this promise.~
~Come back to me.~
~I hate dwarfs.~
~So why did you fall in love with one?~
~You were not only a friend for him. I know it, he would have never left you.~
