^^^^^^Erebor/Lonely Mountain^^^^^^
Frain was now troubled. Yes, very troubled indeed. What was he to do? He had a choice: To risk the lives of the ponies and carts to bring a few sample goods to the new King, or to leave it behind to ensure a reasonably safe journey.
What shall I do? Less goods, less repairs needed for the carts. More goods, a new customer. Frains thought to himself.
Frain was a very wise dwarf, which may not have been seen at first look. He seemed hostile, quick to anger. Maybe he was, on the outside. Yet his years brought him much knowledge.
The King in Minas Arnor shall just have to trust the value of my services and friendship. I shall not put my boys and the ponies through the pain. Frain decided, and told Girion, Orodan, and Stonehelm.
Though he thought he had made a wise decision, Frain thought later that he might regret it. He somewhat wished he could take back his words, yet he knew he couldn't--he wouldn't.
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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