Author: determamfidd Summary: The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors. The novelty of being dead fades quickly and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin's line with bright red hair. ⛔ NOTE: I am not the writer of this story. Full credit goes to the given author at the top. If you are the original author and would like for me to remove your story, then please DM me on Discord.
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