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Listening to the tales of Imladris, and her similar feeling out of place, made him feel more connected to her. They shared a similarity. “And most dwarves are happy to stay underground,” he said, “to mine away, and find jewels and gems…but not me. I tried it once. Bloody boring.” The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, before he nodded, “I’ve always loved being out here. Hunting wargs, and sleeping out under the stars. And you’re right. Still on the road.” He went down the path, keeping a watchful eye over the dwarves in their company. Occasionally one of the little ones would stop, and refuse to carry on.
Nori backtracked, to pick up the trailing youngster. “I don’t want to go further,” the dwarfling said, “I’m too tired.”
"Come on," Nori said, "promise it won’t be too far, until we get to rest aagin." The dwarfling hesitated, before he took Nori’s hand. Together, the two of them scurried after Arwen and the rest, ignoring the grunts of disdain from the leader.
Arwen walked close to him the entire time, worried for his fate, and when he finally collapsed, she was there already by his side. “Nori, deep breaths, okay. You’re going to make it, of course you are. You’re my friend, my dearest… Dearest friend.” She sighed, running her fingers through his thick hair as she pulled the bottle of water from her bag. “Drink this, it has Elven healing potions In it… I’m not sure if it’ll work on you but it should help a little.”
She waited by his side until he fell asleep, even then she refused to move more than five metres away from him. Falamor grabbed her arm and tried to pull her away, “he needs his rest, elf!” He demanded, though Arwen slumped back down beside Nori and watched him sleep. “Leave us be, you’re nearly home now, then I’ll be on my way. For now, I remain with him.” She protested, shaking his hand off her arm and returning her gaze to the leader. “I just want him to be safe…”
He felt himself tiring. Like his wounds were going to make him pass away. Half of him felt tempted, to go to the halls of his father, so he would see Thorin, and Fili and Kili once more, but he knew wasn’t his time. “You’re my friend,” he murmured, but that wasn’t exactly what he meant. She was more than his dearest friend. This whole journey, he’d felt it building up inside of him. He wanted to tell her, but now was not the time. Nori drank the healing potion, hoping it would help cure him, and eventually succumbed to sleep.
"You cannot help him!" Falamor protested, "you think I haven’t got injured too, elf?" He pointed to the other warriors, "he shouldn’t have gone for the big orc. It is not a wound he will recover from!" Falamor, was stubborn in his ways. Blame fell upon Arwen and Nori for this quest. "I had my home!" he explained, "my people. When we get back there." he hissed, "do you really think people are going to greet us with welcome, and greeting. We look different to the dwarves. We had wild times, and harsh journeys. I do not expect we will be accepted so easily." Falamor trampled over the grass, to the camp fire, and sat down in his rightful place at the head of the party.
Nori slept, having strange dreams.
Arwen was waiting for him, and there was a boat there. Waiting to take them away. He called for her, but he could not follow. Then he found a different path, and wandered after Thorin’s nephews, as they threw arrows behind him. “Go back, Nori,” Kili said, “it’s not your time.” But he didn’t want to stop. He knew, who was waiting for him. He just wanted to hear his king’s voice. Wanted to hear that he owed him nothing. His nephews disappeared, and he saw a shadowy figure ahead. As he ran towards it, he expected to see Thorin, but the figure that turned around was Azog, covered in blood…holding a mace towards him.
"No!" Nori yelled, "go away orc filth!"
The pale orc hit him, again and again, until he felt himself disappearing.
Nori awoke with a start, “Arwen?” he called, “you alright? We moving soon?” He had no idea of the time, but from the way the fire was glowing, he guessed they would be moving soon. He looked down at the wound, noticing it looked a lot better.
"I know you did! I am hurt too! The first time we met you seized me even though I was covered in my own blood!" Arwen protested, standing up and looking down at Falamor. "DO NOT TELL ME WHO TO LOVE, WHO TO HELP, OR WHO TO SAVE. I will save whomever I choose to and if you continue to be such a miserable dwarf you will not be one of them!" With that she slumped back down and screamed into her hands, cupping her face.
She sat there for a while, contemplating what the leader had said. He was right, they did look different but they were still the other dwarve’s family; they’d accept them… Eventually.
"Nori?" Arwen gasped, helping him sit up, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "Oh, my goodness! Yes, we will move as soon as you are feeling better but no sooner!" She smiled, letting him go. "Here, drink some more of this, it will help you."
Glenn: I can’t go to the opticians.
Me: Why? Something to do with your heart condition and the machines, I don’t know?
Glenn: Nah, it’s not that. It’s just they get lost in my eyes.
Glenn: That’s right.