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“You’re telling me this was the best solution you could find?” he asked, anger under control but still clearly audible in his voice.
“It worked perfectly last time!” answered Fili. His brother elbowed him to make him shush, since Thorin’s look was turning from angry to murderous.
“Gimli,” he said: “Your father has something to tell you.”
The poor lad ran away to face his destiny.
“I am not going to punish you,” Thorin then said to his nephews: “You can go.”
The brothers couldn’t believe their luck, but Thorin added, with a smirk: “Your mother is waiting for you.”