*~*Blue Mountains*~*
Mikhelm sat and drank his ale, which was much to his liking, and listened to his King answer all the questions the hobbits had to ask. He somewhat drifted off, and thought about to argue his points. 'We should be left alone, as we always have been,' he thought, 'We should not be bothered by elves, or men!'
"NO!" He shouted.
"What is it Mikhelm?" Theron asked.
The older dwarf looked slightly embarrassed, "Nothing, sire, just thinking aloud is all." He turned back to his ale.
The hobbit looked at him oddly but then turned back to Theron, to ask more questions and listen to him tell his story.
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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