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What does Dis remember of her first visit to the Iron Hills?
A time tinged with grief, the month long stay before the majority of the Longbeards left to wander the wilderness,
The great ovens in the palace kitchens, where the cooks slipped her puffed bread. The unexpected softness of a down stuffed bed after weeks of sleeping on the ground. Thorin,Thrain, and Thror, pacing around the thron room ever in talks with Lord Nain while she sat in the corner, too scared to let them out of her sight.
Nain's tall wife who brushed her hair and tried to teach her to sing, the childish coldness she responded with, resenting dwarrowdam who was not her mother
She remembers Frerin and Dain, close in age and temperament, running about the flocks of sheep, climbing the red jagged cliffs, wrestling with the young boars in the pens.
The swordsmith that let her watch him work, the shnnt glint of a hammer raised to strike molten metal.
The honest tears on her younger brother's face as they gathered their things to go and the tense set of Thorin’s jaw as he lead them out front gate.