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[The feed comes on sideways, and gives a good view of a big black nose. Bryndis, loyal to her master, has found some way to turn on Kìli’s dropped locket. There’s a brief snuffle from the pup and she draws back to her master’s side, who is lying on the ground with his eyes closed, looking half-beaten and certainly nowhere near sober. He is apparently completely unaware of the locket being on and is slurring out words in a mixture of English and his own native tongue. There’s a nice cut down his forehead, blood trickling down into a black eye, but he’s too gone to care.]

Thatrulkhud fandùna, bunmel, ulnas... She’s gone, Bryn, she’s gone... [He curls in on himself, giving a small little whimper. His fingers curl into the dirt.] I am makarfûn. Mahal, I...this is...this is... kherkhar.

[The pup whines, sitting down beside him. Kìli reaches for her, one hand stroking her fur before pausing in her scruff and tightening there.] Zusul, Bryndis. I...I thought...I thought she was my sabrel, that I could...ihrêr.

[The direwolf pup shifts, her wagging tail hitting the locket and sending it skidding another direction as she comes closer to comfort her master.]

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I remember you. You were seeking Tauriel, and that's how you found me.

I... I am sorry. She will be second in my commission, preceded only by my flesh-and-blood child.

[He allows video if only because Nerdanel makes him feel a little more...comforted and he's not sure why. He's back in his rooms now, Bryndis curled up in his lap and snuggled close. Kili still looks a bit worse for the wear, but that's not something that's going to be fixed right away.]

Lady Nerdanel. [He inclines his head briefly to her.]

[A dismissive gesture.]

My father is a smith. I ask for no titles, Ancalimon Aulion.

She was almost as a daughter to me. I will treasure her memory and her portrait will be one of love and laughter. If you would be kind to share your memories of her with me, I will tint it with your love for her, so all may know what she meant to you, and the price of the loss we feel.

[Kili chokes up a bit, looking down at his hands. His direwolf pup whines softly, nosing into his cheek, and he pets her softly. He takes a deep breath before nodding.] I ah...she never knew, so...

[Nerdanel looks a little confused. ]

I find that unlikely. You are Elf-touched in some way. Some of our light, our grace, has been passed to you. Such a mark is indelible, and surely it means whoever gave that to you cared enough to use a piece of herself to sustain you.

Elf-touched? [He frowns slightly, confused.] I do not understand.

You have looked upon our kind and seen the brightness of our fëar, have you not? The silver light in our eyes, the glow before our feet? Brighter in those who have seen the Light of the Trees than in those who have not, but we all carry it.

Although Aulë fashioned his children, your people, in joyful mimicry of when Ilúvatar created the Eldar, I have not seen similar lights in Dwarves, though I admit I have met only very few. Except one. You. There is a light in you, Kíli, small, but fierce. Hence the name given you. Ancalimon. Most Bright One. The Light of the Eldar shines in you, little one. I presume it was given to you by one of our kind. That an Elf has laid hands upon you and allowed a small flame of herself to enter you.

That is what I mean.

[He listens, his expression changing from confusion to understanding to awe. He looks down at himself, wondering if he too can see it, but there's nothing. Still, Nerdanel is ancient and wise and...well...an elf.]

I saw it, once. I was dying, and she spoke words in her tongue to heal me, and she... [Kili shakes his head slowly.] She shone like a star brought down to earth. I had never seen anything more beautiful.

[So he had really seen something. It wasn't just a delusion.] You are saying she...gave that light to me as well?

[The Elf nods.]

Ah, she healed and sustained you. In that case, so it seems she did. Some of her grace, passed into you. That grace is a part of our natures. What she granted you, Kíli, is more than just healing. She gave you a small part of herself.

[He suddenly realizes something, and it's incredibly comforting.]

There's a bit of her inside of me. [Kili always has her with him, if that's true.]

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