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Council under the MountainIt was not uncommon to hear arguments erupting in the Halls of Thorin, for Dwarves are boisterous by nature, but there was something different this night. The argument had intent, and it was not simply Dwarves who could be heard in the echoes of the halls.Council under the Mountain
Snow fell heavily in Ered Luin, whipping relentlessly against the large stone doors outside. Gorhin pulled his cloak tighter around his face, rapping his axe once more upon the giant door. Slowly, the doors opened, and he slipped inside. His chills were almost immediately dismissed as he felt the roaring warmth of the brazier fires. He stomped his boots and handed his cloak to
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