Sometimes Dís feels as if she is far older than the nearly four decades she's seen. Erebor seems so long ago, memories buried beneath the gauzy haze of childhood and the ash and dragonflame of a mountain burning. Right now she feels twice her age, if not thrice.
Their mother would have been here taking care of them if she had not fallen long ago, and so it falls upon Dís' still thin shoulders. But sometimes she wonders if she will be able to handle the weight of being the cornerstone of this shrinking family. The knowledge of it lurks in her gaze, hidden beneath her worry as she carefully uses the arrow shafts to splint his arm. It can't take more than a few minutes but there's pain in it and she can feel Frerin trembling against her.
With a quiet sound of relief she tucks the edge of the bandage away and double checks to make sure it's bandaged well.
"There, 'twasn't hard was it?" Her smile is nebulous, trembling at the edges and not quite reaching her eyes as she cradles his face between small hands and touches their foreheads together.
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Their mother would have been here taking care of them if she had not fallen long ago, and so it falls upon Dís' still thin shoulders. But sometimes she wonders if she will be able to handle the weight of being the cornerstone of this shrinking family. The knowledge of it lurks in her gaze, hidden beneath her worry as she carefully uses the arrow shafts to splint his arm. It can't take more than a few minutes but there's pain in it and she can feel Frerin trembling against her.
With a quiet sound of relief she tucks the edge of the bandage away and double checks to make sure it's bandaged well.
"There, 'twasn't hard was it?" Her smile is nebulous, trembling at the edges and not quite reaching her eyes as she cradles his face between small hands and touches their foreheads together.