The Company sat around a driftwood fire, playing their instruments. Music from the days of Erebor rang in the night. Thorin's harp was angelic, with Bombur's drums sounding like a heart beating, and Bofur's flute giving a happy tune. The others sang and clapped along.
Dwalin and Balin led the words mostly, with Dori and Nori singing after them; these were the songs of their kin. They knew them like the back of their hand.
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Non-FictionI 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...
