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We are almost there! Thought Frain, both ruefully and joyously.
They had almost made it to their destination. Smoke from the pipes around him filled the air with a comforting scent. They had worked so hard and lo! they would head into the City with heads held high, for the Elves, Men and Dwarves had come together in a band not unlike that of Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas had.
Yet, what of the Audience? Frain had nothing to give to the King, nothing to promise his gift of friendship and his kinsman's skills in craft and engineering. Nothing to present save the story he had brought since he left home, and himself.
Would that do? Frain could do nothing but worry that last night.
What of his friends? Frain couldn't believe that what started as just a bunch of Elves had turned into what they always had been: Beautiful joyous spirits that now had to leave the earth. What had been Men had become humorous and jovial companions. His own kin which he had been so wary of at first, became like brothers in a way.
Althoug Frain wished he was back home, he still wished this journey would never end.
Maybe I am just fooling myself. Frain thought as he sat on his blanket. He did not sleep the whole night.
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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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