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Thorin’s first memory was being two or three and being held by his mum who was pregnant with Frerin. “Look Thorin do you see the sunrise?”
Thorin eagerly nodded, “It looks like gold with mithril.”
His mother started laughing and Thorin beamed. There was nothing better than making his mother laugh. Except maybe making her laugh when Papa was nearby. Then it made him happy too.
“I see you have been paying attention to your matching games little treasure. While we as dwarves spend much time under the mountain. I always love to see the sun rising and setting. It’s one of the few things that stays the same no matter where in Arda you are.”
Thorin squirmed closer, “Mum do you think, your papa can see it in the Halls?”
His mum’s grip tightened then loosened, “I like to think so, yes little treasure.”
Thorin nodded, “That’s good Mum.”
He started feeling sleepy and snuggled tighter into Mum. Mum’s voice was so soft it was like she thought he was already asleep.
“You are such a treasure little one. You are going to be the best that your Papa has ever seen. You’re going to make everyone so proud of you. So for the grace and Mahal, life will go on.”
Thorin felt too tired to respond but he held onto the words tightly. He would make his Mum proud, he would. He was going to be the best, because Mum said so.