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[forgottenbrother]

OOC NOTES: Okay so I was going to set up a scene here, but I know I have at least two people who want to tag in and play with Frerin, so I decided to let you guys set up a scene on whatever's going through your head. Feel free to give me a blank tag and I'll set up scene in that case, but talk to me if you want to do that so we can decide on something that we both want to do.

Other than that...um...well yeah just go for it :3

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[perdure]

Every little ragged breath is like a dagger through her, carving up the tender beating heart beneath her breast. There are tears still gathered upon her lashes, mouth trembling with the want to cry and the need not to. When Frerin closes his eyes, she drags in a soft, gasping breath of air, too loud in the silence of their home.

"Come then," Her arms beneath his hold him up, and though Dís is still small and in her youth, not yet hitting the older growth spurts, she is strong. She half-carries him to bed and helps him lay down. And then, with a faintly distressed look, she piles in after him, face buried into the crook of his neck. She doesn't sob, but there are tears against his skin, helpless and worried, "I'm sorry I couldn't help more, brother."

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"Thank you."

He leans against her, needing the support. Frerin's so tired, his steps heavy and his head hanging. A soft groan escapes him as he finally lies down, eyes closing almost immediately.

His arms go gently around her, even his injured one, and he strokes through her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Oh Dis," he murmurs softly. "My little baby bird. You've done so much for me. Don't be sorry."

[perdure]

Support is the least she can give him, and what Dís gives freely even if he were not to ask for her to do so. What more does she have, after all? Still, he lies down and wraps his arms around her, pressing kisses and endearments to the dark curling mass of her hair and for a moment she can forget that his arm is broken and his mind is darkened with battle.

For a moment, Dís can pretend that nothing has happened and they are cuddling after a bad dream.

"Brother dearest, your safe return 'twas all I wished for." Still, she smiles, pressing a kiss to the line of his jaw and curling closer. She hasn't slept well in far too long, too worried and too unused to the silence. Perhaps now she can, knowing at least part of her family has returned.

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Frerin loves Thorin dearly, but Dis is his favorite. His sweet little sister, so willing to give to those she loves. Fingers brush through her dark hair and if it weren't for the pain throbbing steadily through his body, he could forget too.

He breathes, buries his face in her hair and knows that Dis is breaking just as much as he is.

"I could never leave you," he tells her, but in his heart he can't forget just how close he was to death. It was luck that saw him through to the end of battle. Frerin is not a warrior, not like Thror or Thrain, and yet he made it through. He assumes his father is dead; the thought of him leaving them is too terrible.

"I'm here." He wishes he were stronger, wishes the words meant more than they do.

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I could never leave you he says and while Dís wants dearly to believe him, that is a lie she no longer can find the heart to keep faith in. Everyone leaves, everyone dies, it is a fact of life and she has gone through enough to know it well. So Dís' mouth turns up into a trembling smile, arm winding around Frerin's waist to hold him close.

Part of her wonders how it would have been if she could have been there on that battle field, if she could have done anything. But that's folly to worry about, not when she's got the deaths of her father and grandfather already weighing on her mind. So with a little sniffle she nods.

"You better let me take you to see Oín, at least." A poke at his shoulder, "I'll be very cross if you don't."

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Frerin sighs, he closes his eyes and relaxes. His fingers pause in her hair, his bad arm still against Dis' back.

He smiles faintly at Dis, exhaustion settling in.

"You know I can't handle you being cross with me," he replies softly. "But later, I think."

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"Aye," she replies just as softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw and settling in comfortable. "Sleep now, you need your rest."

It's unspoken, but there in the way she holds him close and presses warm against his side Dís makes it clear she will guard him as he sleeps. And she will definitely take him up on that promise later on.

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Frerin smiles half-heartedly, fingers brushing softly across her cheek. He lets out a sigh and his eyes close. He's so, so tired, emotionally and physically worn.

He doesn't fully relax until sleep claims him.

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She counts his breathing, hand warming upon his chest so she can feel the steady thumpthumpthump of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. Eventually, when he eases out and slips into sleep, Dís relaxes enough to let herself follow him.

The day might have been one of the worst in her short life, but that night Dís dreams of a chamber with star-studded gems embedded in the walls and ceiling, little constellations marked out like the sky until she couldn't tell one from the other.

In her dream they laugh and curl close, point out shapes and name them like there's not a care in the world. And she sleeps through the night for the first time in weeks.