I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT
Thorin and Frerin
There was one memory of Frerin that Thorin barely talked about but held it close to his heart. It was after that fateful battle that claimed his younger brother's life and killed something deep inside him that never got fixed again. He had been running over the battle field calling for Frerin when he had seen a hand lift weakly. He had dropped to his knees beside his brother and pulled him into his arms. The grief in his chest had been to great that he could not even speak. And Frerin passed into Mahal's halls without a word passed between them. Yet to Thorin that was one of the sweetest moments of his life. Because in his dying seconds, Frerin had reached up and tugged on Thorin's braids; their age old sign to say 'I love you' and Thorin had stroked back the stray locks on Frerin's face in reply to his brother's unsaid words; 'I love you.'
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