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When ever the Sir Guy of Gisborne looked at the Lady Marian, he didn’t see the dark locks and hardened eyes that Hood found so attractive, he saw soft, honeyed curls and matching eyes that looked at him so fondly…where these memories came from he had no idea, but it was nice to believe that someone loved him, if only for a short while.
Oh Thorin, I do love you so dearest…
And I you givashel
Yet their only way seemed to be contention. She seemed content to cavort with Hood and his motley crew. It made him hate Hood, that he had earned Marian’s trust - her love - so easily while she refused to see him than anything but the Sheriff’s dog hurt in ways he couldn’t understand.
Thorin please listen to me -
You have betrayed me you thief! Was everything a lie?
As he watched her die, in that blistering heat, Guy remembered how that Half…how Marion (but not Marian Thorin, Bilbo always Bilbo) had sobbed as he died once.
Don’t you die on me Thorin Oakenshield! Don’t you dare die or Yavanna help me -
I fear it is too late, givashel, but it gladens my heart to know that you will not damn my soul for what happened under my line’s curse…
Of course I wouldn’t…I love you
And that part, that part of Guy that was still Thorin son of Thrain, from where his loyalty and honour stemmed, wept because of love lost once again…