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*Sequel to The Desolation of Smaug* : : Thorin buried his nails perilously within the earth, sapphires fixating on nothing but infinite dread, "Sorrow found me when I was young. Sorrow waited. Sorrow won." : : Fame. Songs. A kingdom of corpses. Their names too heavy within each other's mouths. What remains once the war is won? Shadows. Longing. Regret, regret, regret. What do we become in death? "She belongs to the future; to the winds of the west sea, and the candles in the hallway. She dances wildly with the spiders; sings with the turn of the stars, and cries amongst the earthquakes and ghostly thunderstorms - like those that sneak away in the night. She belongs to the fire; to the silver and the mist in the woods, to the snow and the silence, but not to me." © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact nellsaan on Wattpad.com
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