"And do this, understanding the present time: The hour has already come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the...
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ELINOR:
"This is the actual sword I used to strike down the monstrous beast known as Mor'du himself!"
"You didn't kill him..." I mutter under my breath, neither man hearing me.
"'Tis a lucky weapon it is!" Fergus continues before dropping the sword back on the table with the weapons that the smith is restoring but it knocks over a barrel of spears, all clanking together... and then a few more things fall... and a few more.
"Yes, so lucky...," I say with sarcasm as I watch the smith clean up the mess it made while my husband stands there looking at the chief Stoic all proud and oblivious.
MERIDA:
"Okay, are you sure about this?" Hiccup asks me after he ducks back behind the wood, crouched with me under the window of the outdoor smithy after watching my dad flirt with his about how manly he is.
"Oh yeah. I'm ready," I reply.
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ELINOR:
"And as future family, you're welcome to this any time," Fergus says, placing a hand on the man's shoulder.
His laugh booms in the air like thunder. "I hope so. But I'm not so sure now... Merida doesn't seem too keen, does she?"
"Merida?" He asks like the chief has lost his mind. "That's crazy talk! She's thrilled about the union! Believe me!"
That's when we hear a crash to our left. "You are such a jerk!" the all-too-familiar sound of my daughter shouting startles us with.
"I just said I didn't like haggis!" Hiccup's voice replies.
"It's the dish of my people! How could you not respect your future wife's kingdom traditions?!"
Oh boy...
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MERIDA:
"You don't respect mine! You said Blót was stupid!" He throws up his arms.
"You said that!"
"Oh so now you're making up lies?!"
"I'm doing what? You daft idiot!"
"Well... you're dafter!"
"I'm dafter? You're dafter! You don't know how to act like a man!"
He scoffs. "Oh why because I don't weigh eight hundred pounds and have arms that are as hairy as a buffalo's hide?!"
