A few weeks after BofA:

The soft, feminine grunts and delicate groans were slowly gaining tempo and volume. She was desperate to find any sort of pleasure. Anything to make her forget, even for a moment, the loss of her sons. And brother too.

"Yes! Mahal! Ugh! OH FUCK! MAHAL! YES!"

Some more slapping of flesh on flesh produced an incoherent series of manly grunts informing that the woman's partner had found release as well.

.


Some months later:

One midwife to another:

"The waters? Again?"

.


An hour later Dis beamed:

"I've decided to call the girls Audhild and Turid. What do you think, Bombur-love?"

THUDD as Bombur-love hit the floor.

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Fifteen years later:

"And these are the 12 tombs of the Heroes of Thorin's Company, all fallen at the Battle of the Five Armies. Your two brothers and your uncles. All the others were your uncles – even if distant."