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The grave of the dwarfen prince was there on the mountain next to his brothers , the mountain they had fallen fighting for.
No flowers lay on neiher of them but a sword and a bow.
And an Elf maid standing there
"Amràlimê...It's what you said to to me, right kili?"
*Cough
"I lived for so soo long..Longer than you ever had the chance to. And I never felt this like this."
*Cough
"If there's a heaven for dwarfs like you, I will rip my elven ears out, if I can see you there then"
*Cough
The elven maid fell to the ground and hugged the bow on the grave full of flowers tightly, whispering her last promise.
"Before I come to you, I will fill your grave with the flowers you deserve."
*Cough
It was truly a beautiful sight. A grave full of dark flowers, splattered with crimson red.
A long death dwarfen warrior beneath it and an deceased Elven maid on top of it