The Company was tired. Supper was quiet, everybody lost in their own thoughts.
"Are you alright?" Thorin asked.
Lullaby nodded. "Just exhausted, I think."
It was then that Thorin took his harp from his bag, and began to play. The Company looked up. Not long after, Bofur retrieved his flute, and Bombur grabbed his set of hand drums; music erupted around the fire. Some clapped, others sang, and all seemed to be in happy spirits.
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NonfiksiI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
