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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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My uncle is king, and my mother is... [There's a soft laugh.] She's the closest to a queen our people have.

[But yes, technically, he is a prince.]

Royalty means so little to an impoverished people. We're all poor, regardless of blood.

Blood must yet mean something. Surely.

It will once we've reclaimed our kingdom. If I ever get back to Arda.

Arda. [ she repeats it. careful. ] It's a pretty name for a land. Is it also, then, a pretty land?

I haven't seen much of it. [He sounds a bit sheepish.] My home, Ered Luin, is very beautiful. Cold and snowy, but beautiful. Mountains and forests.

How familiar it sounds! My home is called only the North, for that is where it lies. Cold, too. And snowy as well. Though we leave the mountains for the Vale of Arryn, though I swear I have lived there as well.

[ as another girl; another daughter. ]

Cold places breed hardy folk. [Because if any race is hardy, it's dwarves.]

They do. [ she agrees -- happy, but mild. ]

[Kili hesitates a moment.] It seems to me we have much in common. I...would like to meet, should our paths cross.

[He's curious, and Mahal knows he needs more friends around here. At least ones that aren't elves.]

What is your name, good ser?

[ she has her suspicions by now -- if not for a name, then at least for his kin. but she plays the ignorant. ]

Kili. [No more 'at your service'es, he's rather tired of all that.]

And yours?

Sansa. Of House Stark.

[ and lady keeper of the cothromach, though if he resides within her city (and she thinks he does if he is indeed master gimli's kin) he will know the title matches the name in his own time. she will not need to flaunt it. ]

And so I think we have no fear of never meeting, Master Kili.

[He doesn't pay much attention to politics within the city, but he does recognize that name almost immediately. Gimli had a job with her, after all, one that Kili and Fili were both assisting with.]

Oh! [Kili laughs a bit sheepishly.] No, it would seem not.

I pray you are enjoying my sweet strong city. [ but she remembers his grief upon the very outset of this conversation. ] I would be made quite sad, I think, to learn the Cothromach has done you any harm.

It is a beautiful place. [Kili pauses for a moment, thoughtful.] Being here has brought...a great deal of comfort to me and my kin.

To me and mine as well. Though we have never lived under the ground, we are grateful to be together once again. It is a supreme comfort.

Aye. [He is quiet, thoughtful.] There is no better company than family.

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