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His anguished keening doesn't abate as I drag him from his prostration beside Balin's tomb and out of the dread-full carnage-chamber. Can it be that this squat, sturdy stranger feels grief as keenly as we Elves? I begin to comprehend — the dead were not merely his people, the sons of Aulë, but his kinsfolk and friends, and his bereavement stabs my very heart. His axe is as black-drenched in orc blood as my long-knife, but his rock-solid heart bleeds blood as red as mine. I pray the Valar spare my fellow warrior any more loss....
The others followed; but Gimli had to be dragged away by Legolas: in spite of the peril he lingered by Balin's tomb with his head bowed.Middle Earth Fanfiction Awards (MEFA 2005): The Gandalf and Bilbo Award: 2nd Place, Cross-Cultural: Drabbles
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