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[oakthcrn]

" You know if you keep making that face, it'll stay stuck that way." Lark said without looking up from her book. She was meandering around Thorin's room. " It is only dinner, and it took me ages to get Thranduil to even come here. " She had been working hard being an envoy between distrungled peoples; she had culivated a private dinner in which she hoped that the bond between elvenkind and the dwarves would be strengthened. Though, she wouldn't be holding her breath if she were honest. At least she convinced blackmailed Thranduil to join them at Erebor for a private dinner. Perhaps there was hope of burying the hatchet between her people and her friends.

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