Bonus bez nároku.
Jsem fakt zvědavá, co udělám s těma legínama příště...
She counted on having dinner – no, feast actually – in Erebor this night.
She was left behind.
She counted on help of people of Laketown.
She watched her son fight for his life.
She counted on word from Thorin. On some news. On the dragon being deep asleep (or possibly dead?).
Or on Bilbo getting the Arkenstone, just like that…
None of that happened.
Dís watched as the Mountain came alive with flames and roaring, a roaring of enraged dragon.
They should have stayed in Ered Luin.
She swore.
Now let that worm come here! She will show it what for!
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I have one word for you:
Blanca
I have one word for you: "tower scene" (sorry, two words)... use leggins instead of bowstring, make the farce complete...
Darn, that would be great!
Tess
Darn, that would be great! Unfortunatelly I already wrote something different.
And it wouldn't work!
But... but... but...
that would be awesome.
(She would have to probably strip Tauriel, though)
You have my permission to write that if you wanna :)