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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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This is more likely to poison me than cure me. [He makes a face, pinching his nose as he swallows it down. It's disgusting, of course, and he gropes for water to chase the taste off.]

I'm fine. It's just a cut.

Made by someone I do not know. It might get infected, and your brother would murder me if I let it get to that point. So hold still or I will ask Bryndis to sit on you.

[Considering Bryndis just was sitting on him, he's not sure what a difference that would make, but Kili's too tired to fight now and he shrugs, closing the eye that still works and stilling.]

[Let him threaten.

Gimli works quietly, though soon enough he starts humming one of the songs they sang in Ered Luin, something old and familiar]

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