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/Tread On The Fat/
"It was no problem, Master Balin, they have both become very dear to me and I would never allow them to come to any harm if I had any say in it," Nim's face was, for the moment, kind and friendly as he looked over Sam, Burb, Hercules, Goliath, and Doubica, but, as he relinquished Balin's hand, his expression again became grave, saying, as he looked over the assembled kings," now, I do believe we have some business to discuss," Sam and Burb made motions at Nim that the tall male ignored, because he was not about to blab about the assassins (he wasn't born yesterday after all, or this century for that matter)," because Sparta and his people will be here by dawn tomorrow."
"Who is Sparta?"
"Why are they coming?"
"Where do they come from?"
Balin looked at Sam (ignoring the questions posed by the three kings and Pheema's own questioning look), who was looking at Burb (who was thinking it was convenient that no one expected him to relay information about their numerous adventures, as it kept him out of trouble), both of them looking more than a little dumbfounded by this news until Sam started smiling and doing a happy little jig, which only got her raised eyebrows from everyone else (except the wargs, who were now even more excited, making the kings, Balin, and Pheema even more curious because they were happy that this Sparta person was coming), as Burb just turned to stare at Nim who shrugged.
"Lass," Sam stopped dancing and turned toward Balin, her jig ending when she saw the reprimanding look on Balin's face (for all that he loved Sam dearly, Balin still got annoyed when she, or the princes, or Ori, or anyone from the Company, really, caused trouble...which was a more common occurrence than he would like to admit), as he was not pleased that, as he understood, a leader of another nation, and his people, were heading their way for unknown (to the dwarves anyway) reasons," is there somethin' you forgot to tell us?"
Sam started rocking back and forth on her heels and rubbing the back of her head as she smiled contritely," Aye, Balin, I did neglect to mention my meeting with Sparta and his people, or my offer of a possible home for them in this region, as of yet," cue sputtering from Thorin, Bard, and Thranduil, for none of them would have condoned such an offering to an unknown group," but I didn't tell you because I was not sure if he would take me up on the offer, for the last I saw of him he and his...council," she would have said lieutenants, which is what Sparta called his advisors, if she did not think they would all react badly to that title," had only barely decided that Nim, Burb, the pups, and I weren't a threat, let alone decided whether they should take anything I suggested seriously," that was a little bit of an exaggeration, but that would be explained later," I had all but given up hope that they would decide to come, given how much time has passed since we last saw them," Burb was actually counting the amount of time on his fingers, his eyes looking skyward as he mumbled to himself, though his efforts were thwarted as Nim kept mumbling entirely erroneous numbers to mess him up (and he did not stop no matter how many times Burb thwacked him on the arm for it), drawing bemused expressions from those watching and a fond if exasperated eye roll from Sam as she continued speaking," but I guess they did notify us the way we had asked them to, sending us a messenger with their decision, though not with nearly enough notice to tell you all about them before they showed up."
Thorin was now massaging his forehead, cursing Sam's kind heart (insincerely of course) as he sighed in slight frustration and annoyance (Thranduil was giving Sam this look that said he was very much not pleased while Bard was giving her the same look every father gives their children when they have done something nutty), ignoring Nim and Burb for the moment at he looked at Sam, who smiled sheepishly back at him, and he asked," And just why is it that this Sparta and his people would want to move to our region anyway?"
Sam, Nim, and Burb all looked at each other, mentally preparing for the reaction to what Sam would say next," Because they are wargs."
/Leave The Bones On The Bedroom Mat/
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