Durin could not sleep for some time. He did not know why, instead he watched the stars in their slow rythmic dance in the sky. Dwarves did not care much for the stars, but that night Durin found himself amazed at the beauty of them. It was odd how something from so far off, could look so beautiful. He sighed shaking his head and went to sleep.
Though he had fallen asleep happily, his sleep was far from it. He dreamt he and the company had reached Erebor, but it was too late. The buildings about them were destroyed and there was fire and smoke everywhere. He ran about the city searching for something, and then he found it, his mother. She was lying on the ground, silent and still. He walked up to her body, lying in a pool of blood...she was dead.
He sat up quickly, drenched in cold sweat. Looking about he saw the others sleeping, though it was obvious not many were having pleasant dreams. He shook his head and swore at himself silently, it was stupid, why worry, he would get there in time, and his mother could take care of herself. He shouldn't worry, emotions would just get in the way.
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