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Chapter 23

The pain of her leg had subsided in the summer months following her attack. Fall had brought to her a renewed strength, a new founded faith in herself. She wasn't the same girl who had been dropped into Middle Earth all those months ago. She had survived, she had adapted. Magdalen still relied on her cane for long walks, but Dwalin and Oin had decided it was time to ease her off her cane. To build her strength back, she wished she had smacked them with her cane when she had the chance. It had begun with short sprints, easy enough for her. She had outrun the royal guard, Magdalen could handle sprints. As the days turned into weeks and the sprints became longer and more vigorous runs. Once Dwalin thought she had gotten her running under control, he began her dagger training again, where they had left off. She wanted to die.

"Come on, girlie, with a little more power this time." Dwalin yelled for the four-time as Magdalen dug the side of her blade into the dummy target, using her other hand to shield her body from any attacks.

She grunted pushing her body into her target. Sweat poured from every orifice of her person. The salt burned her eyes, but she was focused. Her hip began to itch, as it always did when she was tired. Magdalen hated the feeling that the scars had left. She spent nights alone, staring at the three long claw marks on her exposed hip. The red skin would never heal, she knew that when she traced the rough skin. She felt how the skin hollowed and became silk like where the mister had tore into her. Flashes of teeth haunted her when night came, making her heart pound and her hands shake.

"Girlie that's enough." A voice called.

Magdalen didn't blade sliced the wooden target. Dwalin had called her off again but she ignored him. The target in front of her wasn't wooden anymore, instead, it had shape-shifted into a four-legged beast coming after her. The training room melted away into the dark shades of the forest floors. Tears blurred the creatures figure as she continued to stab at it. Magdalen vocalized her anger in a guttural scream. Arms wrapped around her concealing her arms to her body. She screamed and kicked.

"Magdalen, stop." Hot breath hit her neck.

Fili. She knew his voice anywhere. Her closed her eyes slowing her breathing pressing her back into his chest. She took a moment letting her head hang, her heartbeat slowing. His arms slipped his grip off her, letting her slide down the hard body behind her. Her knees buckling underneath her as she crumbled onto the floor. Her dagger clattered on the stone floor. Her palms pressed into the cold stone, arching her back she slowed her panic.

"Get me my cane." She asked quietly to Fili.

She heard his footsteps leaving her. Dwalin bent beside her, resting his large hand on her back.

"You did well today." He patted her, reassuring her.

She breathed looking up to her teacher. She could see the corner weighing heavy in his eyes, she offered him a smile. Magdalen knew he worried about her training, it was sweet that he was concern about her well-being. Even if he hid it.

"Thanks, I had a really good teacher." Dwalin laughed standing as Fili returned.

Wrapping a hand around her upper arm, Dwalin pulled her to her feet. Fili handing her the cane letting her take the pressure of her hip.

Magdalen eyed Fili as she took the cane. "When did you get here, trying to spy on me?"

Fili rolled his eyes, resting his hands on his hips. "We have a guest arriving this morning, I thought you would like to make yourself presentable before they get here."

"What's wrong with what I have on, I am a vision of sweaty beauty." She posed with her cane.

Fili stared at her longer than he intended. He didn't argue. Dwalin cleared his throat, giving Fili a disapproving look. Fili bowed his head save himself the embarrassment of his lingering look.

"Come on." He grumbled under his breath.

Magdalen waved to Dwalin as she wrapped her arm around Fili's. She didn't need the support of others, she could stand on her own. But with Fili it was nice to have someone to lean on. Though she would murder anyone who even suggested such a thing. Dwalin grumbled to himself watching to two youngsters leave.

Magdalen didn't say anything as they walked the familiar path to her apartment. Distant screams played in her ears, she had tried to figure out if they were hers or Rampur for months. But had never come to a conclusion. She spent many evenings in the company of the Ur family, she would hold Mari, who had grown into a very sociable baby, for hours or tell stories to the other Ur siblings. When she left the Ur home, she would wander Erebor. Anything to keep her mind from sleep. She could count on one hand the hours of sleep she had gotten over the last week.

"Magdalen." She blinked turning to find a questioned look from Fili.

Red burned her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking. What were you saying?"

Fili glanced at her as they began their way up the steps. "A thinking Magdalen is a danger to everyone." He teased.

Magdalen pinched him.

"I asked what's was wrong?" Fili's teasing tone was taking over by a serious one.

It was an odd thing, their relationship. She wasn't quite sure was they were. It wasn't like the relationship she had with Kili, whom she considered a brother. She shivered at the thought of thinking of Fili as a brother. But it wasn't like the honest friendship she shared with Ori and Deamra. Nor did it have the familiarity as she had with Dis. They were just… Them, for now.

Magdalen smiled "I'm fine, just… lost in thought I guess."

He didn't believe her but decided not to push on the subject. Simply humming in response.

"Do you think Bilbo will like me?" She asked filling the silence between them.

Fili laughed. "You got Thorin Oakenshield to like you, I think you and Bilbo will get along famously."

"I don't think Thorin likes me, I think he tolerates me," Magdalen answered.

Fili pointed a finger at her. "Ahh but that's a big step for Thorin, he hated Bilbo for the first half of our journey. I think if it wasn't for the rest of the company and our wizard, Thorin would have sent our burglar packing the moment he tried to join us."

Magdalen nodded, Fili noticed the wonder dripping from her eyes. He didn't know what caused him to do it, but he did it without thinking. He stopped in his tracks taking the point of her chin in between his fingers making her look at him.

"Bilbo will love you. Rest your mind Dushin-Mizim, if you keep worrying your stomach is going to start to hurt." He shook her chin lightly, making her exhale.

A smile pulled at the corner of her lips. His hand slowly left her chin, leaving a warm path on her skin. She tried to ignore it, packing it away in her mind. Magdalen looked away not taking note of his gaze that still lingered on her. They soon rounded the steps making their way to her apartment door. She slipped from his gripped entering her home. She had made the apartment her own in the last months, Bifur and Nora sent her flowers every week which she scattered around the house. The two dark oak bookshelves were nearly busting with all the books she had collected. The Ur children's art hung proudly down the halls for all too see. She smiled at the pictures as she passed them. She hoped she could take them with her when she left Middle Earth.

Dis had sent ahead the dress she was going to wear, and had a bath drawn for Magdalen. The dress hung on the hook of her bathroom door. She hummed softly as she went about her usual morning routine, forgetting the fact Fili was in the next room. Quickly she scrubbed the grim and sweat from her skin, messaging in the oiled smell of roses that she had so loved. Dis had ordered her bottles and bottles of the sent after she had learned that she liked it. Letting her skin purn she peeled herself from the comforts of her bath, allowing her skin to dry. Magdalen untangle the mess of wet hair with a brush, braiding the top trier of gold curls into a simple braid Deamra has taught her. Before dressing in the tea gown she had been left. It was a simple gown, the corset top stopped at the small of her waist and puffed around her hip stopping just above her ankle. The sleeves puffed slightly at her shoulders, then fighting around her arm stopping mid-forearm. The forest green fabric complimented her skin well. She reached around her back trying to finish off the ribbon that closed the dress around her. Man, she really missed zippers. Magdalen knocked her head gently against the frame of her door as she struggled with the stupid fabric. She usually had someone to help her, but today she had been left to her own.

"Magdalen, everything fine in there?" Fili's voice came from the other side of the door.

Magdalen froze, an idea popped in her head. Without thinking she turned the knob coming to meet the surprised face of Fili. She smiled sheepishly.

"I can't reach the top ribbons."She said quickly.

Fili's mouth formed an o, nodding slowly as she turned to show the top of her exposed back.

Slowly he reached out and began to do up the dress. His heart pounded against his ribs and lighting pulsed through his fingers as they brushed against her soft skin. The smell of fresh budded roses hit his nose, a pleasant smell that always cover her person. Knowing she was only allowing him to do such a thing out of trust Fili didn't focus on the inappropriate thoughts, closing the dress.

"Done," He said roughly, pulling away from her putting distance between them.

Magdalen turned swooshing the bottom of the dress as she did so. Her bare feet swaying on the grey stone. His closeness didn't seem to affect Magdalen the way she had affected him. He couldn't name it, but that bothered him.

"Come on, we can't keep the whole mountain waiting on you," Fili mumbled as he left her bathroom.

Magdalen followed him, grabbing boots from the trunk by her bed. She sat on the couch in the living room slipping on her shoes, stuffing her foot down into the boots she looked up at Fili.

"Little Rock." She stated.

Fili scrunched his face in confusion. "What?"

Magdalen finished lacing her boots, grabbing her cane she joined Fili's side.

"That's what Dushin-Mizim means, right?" She stilled butchered the name again.

Fili began laughing, shaking his head. "Not even close, Dushin-Mizim." He leaned into her.

She huffed. "I'll figure it out one of these days." She swore to him.

He winked at her. "I have no doubt, but for now we have a hobbit to welcome."

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It had been almost two years since Bilbo had stepped into the Lonely Mountain. It hadn't been that Bilbo was avoiding the kingdom of Erebor or the dwarves that dwelled within. No no Bilbo Baggins, the once respectable hobbit of Bag End, had spent the better part of those two years exploring Middle Earth, and all it had to offer. Traveling summers to spend in Riverdell and falls in the human cities of Rohan. Returning each time to the quiet and comfort of Bag End with a new scandalous adventure to tell the fawnlings that dared to come near the 'usual hobbit'.

In fact, Bilbo loved coming back to Erebor. He had spent a year helping in the aid of the kingdom's reconstruction. Bilbo had been the one to suggest the idea of farming the land surrounding the gates. Little did he know at the time when he sent the letter requesting some of his families help, that six months later he would be marrying off his younger cousin, Poppy, to one of the company. Each time he stepped back into Erebor there was something new to behold. This time was no different.

He had arrived one warm October day, a month prior to Durin's Day, he could make out the shimmering gates in the morning sun. He let out a sigh, it always felt like returning home when he caught the sight of the kingdom over the rolling hills. Digging his walking stick into the uneven ground Bilbo set out on the path before him, hurrying to get to his friends. A group of guards set at the edge of the bridge jumping to their feet quickly when he appeared in the distance. Bilbo laughed to himself, in the years that he become acquainted with the royal line of Durin, he would never get used to how other dwarves treated him. When he was with the company they treated him like… Well, they treated him like he was Bilbo. Regular, plain, slightly grouchy Bilbo. But the other dwarves saw him as a hero, the tiny hobbit that saved their king.

"Hello." Bilbo greeted the guards.

They all gave a curt nod, turning like the soldiers they were escorting him into the mountains. Lines of dwarrows and dwarrowdams clapped and cheered as the procession led him into the kingdom. Jumping and ducking around the guards he couldn't help but smile like an idiot at the sight of his friends eagerly awaiting him at the end of the hall. The golden statue of King Thror shinning in the sunlight that flooded through the open gates. Thorin mimicked the kingly aura of his grandfather, though he could not hide his own happiness. A grin growing across his stone-like face. Bilbo quickened his strides toward the company.

The cacophony of the room came into an utter silence when Bilbo stood before the king. Thorin has changed over the years, his hair slightly greyer and his face slightly happier. Bilbo grinned up at his old friend slowly dropped to his knee, a hand tucked over his heart bowing his head.

"Erebor wishes you a warm welcome, Bilbo of Bag End. Mukhuh Mahal udnîn zu ra sanzigil umkhûh zu! Rise champion of Durin!"

The quietness was overtaken by a roar of applause. Bilbo rolled his eyes at the name, Thorin knew he hated that title. Bilbo hated the day of Thorin's coronation when he had bestowed the company with their titles. The company could not hold back any longer. Bifur followed by Nori led the charge sweeping Bilbo from his feet throwing him into the air. He could see over the group that swarmed him Thorin, Dwalin, Gloin and Balin stood back laughing at the sight. Bilbo tried to wiggle from his friend's grasp to no avid. A hand tossed his hair, as another hoisted him onto someone's shoulder dragging him away.

The dwarves carried him from the welcoming halls, into a small celebration hall meant only for the royal family and friends. A long table filled with food welcomed his sight, his stomach grumbled. In his travels, he hadn't; been able to enjoy second breakfast. Or Elevenses. Or Afternoon tea. A sacrifice that was very hard for him to make. Music filled the coziness of the chamber, as his friend gathered around the table.

He was tackled by three young bodies that nearly knocked him down. He looked down at the smiling faces of Poppy and Bofur's bunch, who greeted him with all the love and affection he could ask of a family. Telling them promises of stories and treasures he had collected on his journeys. Their parents close behind them, hold a small bundle. Bilbo raised his eyebrows at the cooing child. Most hobbits only had one or two children, it was rare to have four. But Poppy was a rare kind of hobbit, like him, never truly fitting in The Shire.

"Marigold Rose." Poppy answered handing off the child to Bilbo, who cradled the babe like she was a flower that could be crushed.

Bilbo smiled down at the girl, who had seemed to inherit her mother's curious nature pulling and tugging at Bilbo's clothing. Her black hair curled around her chubby face, blue eyes exploring the new world around her.

"Mister Boggins!"

Quickly handing the child back to her father, he turned to find the ever mischievous face of the prince. Bilbo was assaulted by the boy who swarmed him hugging tightly between them. Kili hadn't changed much since he had seen him last, still smiling. Still every much Kili, Bilbo had come to care very deeply for the two princes. During their journey it had been Fili and Kili who had kept him company when so one else would.

Kili raised his ale above his head causing a few Drops of beer to soak Bilbo's hair. He may have been younger than them in age, but he was far wiser in mind.

Bilbo rolled his eyes as Kili shook the hobbit in his arms.

"Baggins, Kili, Baggins." He repeated to the young dwarf.

Kili let out a laugh clasping his hand on the burglar's shoulder.

"Of course Mister Baggins, how forgetful of me." Kili winked at the hobbit, who simple upturned his nose at the prince's foolishness.

He heard someone clear their throats behind them. Bilbo leaned to see before them standing a girl. Erebor always held something new when he came back, and this human girl was certainly new.

She wasn't a dwarf, her height and lack of a beard said that much. Yet he had never seen her before, he would certainly remember her. She was quite pretty with a raindrop face and pale skin. Freckles dusted the apples of her cheeks and her short button nose, that looked oddly hobbitish. She cheeks were carved and sharp, that pointed toward her thin pale lips. A thin white scar darted from her hairline into a clearing in her eyebrows. Blonde hair curled around her face was braided behind her ears. She was human, but why did she have a clan braid? The lavender bead at the end of her hair hadn't escaped his notice. Was she married to one of the company?

Bilbo was surprised when Kili took the girls hand bringing her to his side. Was she courting Kili? Surely not, last time Bilbo had been around the young dwarf was head over heels in love with a certain red-haired elf. Kili may have been young but he wasn't fickle. Bilbo had seen first hand his devotion to the elf, Kili won't abandon her for another.

"Bilbo, I would like to introduce you to my dear friend, Magdalen. She's been very excited to meet you."

The girl brought forth a cane to help her balance. Clinging to her cane, the girl curtsied to him. She towered over him showing off a brilliant smile that only brightened her beauty more.

"Hello, Bilbo." Her voice was stern, yet soft and sweet.

Bilbo bowed "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Magdalen."

Magdalen held up her hand to stop him. "None of that lady, crap. Magdalen is fine, or Maggie."

Bilbo stared at the girl, Kili was chuckling beside of him. He leaned in elbowing Bilbo.

"Don't worry she has a habit of leaving you speechless."

Magdalen stuck her tongue out at Kili. Well they weren't courting that was obvious, they seemed have a long history of friendship. Though he didn't recall of ever hearing about a human woman among the dwarves. It's not like the dwarves were exactly a welcoming people to outsiders.

Bilbo blinked looking down at his feet. "Kili said you were excited to meet me, you've heard the tales of our journey then?"

Kili began to laugh, Magdalen glared at him but a couldn't contain the grin growing on her lips. Before he could ask what was so funny, the trio was joined Thorin, Dis, and Fili.

"Bilbo I'm so glad you've come this year." Dis greeted the hobbit.

He smiled at the matriarch of the Durin clan. Her dark locks were twisted into fine braids showing off the diamonds woven into her hair like stars. It was scary how much Bilbo thought her and Thorin looked alike.

"Nothing could stop me from coming." He answered the princess.

She smiled patting his shoulder turning to look at the girl in Kili's presences. Bilbo studied her reaction to the girl, Maybe she would be some inductor as to who this girl was to the dwarves. Dis flung her arms around the girl's shoulders before fiddling with parts of her dress. The girl, Magdalen, laughed batting away the older woman's hands. Dis looked over her shoulder to Bilbo.

"I see you've met my guest, she's been very excited to meet you." She winked.

Kili whispered something into Magdalen's ear making her punch him in the arm.

"So I've been told. How is it that you know me exactly?"

Before she could answer, Dis intervened leading Bilbo to the head of the table. Magdalen and Kili following behind them. In the Kings sit sat Thorin, a picture of royalty. The raven crown sat in front of him as he spoke to Fili on his right. Thorin hates wearing the crown with his company, he was their king but he was also their friend. Bilbo was ushered into the chair to the left of Thorin.

"Fili why don't you come dance with your mother, give them some time to catch up on things."

Fili was going to protest when Magdalen came into view beside him. Fili scrambled to his feet pulling the chair out for her, helping her to sit. Bilbo was surprised to watch when Fili leaned into her hair whispering something that made her blush, she glared as he walked to escort his mother to dance.

Thorin cleared his throat taking Bilbo's attention. "I see you've met out unexpected guest, Magdalen."

Bilbo nodded "I didn't know dwarves had such an affinity for humans." He teased Thorin, who rolled his eyes.

"They don't Mister Bilbo, I've just worked my way into their hearts."

She wasn't quite and mousy as he expected her to be. When she spoke Magdalen had an air about her that would make someone believe she was very important. Bilbo she just openly teased Thorin. Thorin didn't do anything to scold her for speaking so freely with him, instead he continued talking to girl became more of a mystery by the second.

"Anyway, Miss Magdalen will be staying with us until Durins Day." He finished drinking at his beer.

"Where are you from, Mi-Magdalen." He corrected himself.

Magdalen glanced at Thorin smiling at him like she had a secret.

"No" Thorin answered sternly.

Magdalen folded her hands together. Bilbo knitted his brows, what was happening. "Come on, please. I haven't told a soul, like you told me too. Surely I can tell the Champion of Durin." She waves in his direction.

Thorin bent his elbow on the table rubbing his brow. Bilbo wouldn't have to worry about entertainment in his month in Erebor. Thorin sighed in defeat.

"Fine, what is one more person." Thorin leaned back in his chair.

Bilbo looked between the two in confusion. "I'm sorry I don't think I'm following. What's happening?" He questioned.

Magdalen grinned "Do you like stories Mister Bilbo?"

XXX

"You're kidding!" Bilbo exclaimed

Magdalen grinned shaking her head. "I'm afraid not, dear Bilbo. Everything I said is the truth! I'm hoping Gandalf will be able to help me find my way home."

Bilbo sat back baffled by the tale she had unfolded. In all of his days traveling Middle Earth he had never heard something so ridiculous, yet sitting there looking at her face he knew she was telling the truth. Bilbo looked to Thorin, who to buy into the story just as much as she had. Thorin was not so easily won over, he knew that from first-hand experience. He rubbed his chin, thinking.

"I have seen Gandalf perform a great many miracles I don't see why he couldn't help you home."

The girl yelped trying to control her excitement. Thorin contained a smile, Bilbo wasn't so easily surprised. But it seemed that in the company of this young human woman, he was always going to be surprised.

"Magdalen dance with me!" Kili, slightly drunk, appeared at her side not giving her a moment to decide as he dragged her onto the dance floor.

Daisy and Bomfur danced at their feet, laughing as Kili swung the three of them around. Thorin shook his head at his nephew's antics. Bilbo looked from the scene before him to his old friend.

"She is quite spirited." Thorin nodded in agreement as he took a swig of his drink.

"You have no idea." Thorin added.

Bilbo sat back in his chair watching the woman dance, quite poorly with Kili. He folded his hands over his stomach.

"Do you think Gandalf will be able to help her?" He asked,

Thorin shrugged. "She seems to believe the wizard can."

Bilbo hummed tearing his gaze from the girl back to Thorin.

"She punched Fili?" Thorin's laughed echoed above the nose of the room.

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Kili twirled her around, as they stumbled through the steps. He was drunk, but Magdalen had now excuse she hadn't even touched her ale yet. Kili laughed as she tripped on his foot.

"It's not my fault you have such big feet!"she snapped at him only making him laugh harder.

The music swelled at their dance came to an end. Kili escorted back to her cane. Knocking into a drunk Dori in the process, challenging him to an arm wrestle. Magdalen walked away, she knew who competitive dwarves could get. It was best she didn't witness whatever was about to happen.

She looked around the room, a small number of the company and their wives were still dancing. Daisy and Bomfur played with their cousins, Bombur and Rumi's brood. Bilbo and Thorin seemed in deep conversation and she didn't want to interrupt. So she stood at the edge of the room thinking. Fiddling with her skirt she didn't see Fili approach her.

"Care for another dance?" A voice said above her.

She snapped to see Fili's hand in front of her. His face bright and warm under the chamber lights. They had never danced together before. She stomach rolled at the idea of Fili wanting to dance with her.

"Amad instead I come and make you dance."

She stomach dropped, of course Dis had made him do it. It was a silly idea to think he would come to her on his own volition. Magdalen ignore the disappointment that played in her mind.

"I know my dear brother is a horrible partner, but I won't step on your feet." Fili winked.

Magdalen slipped her hand into his outstretched one. His hand curled around hers pulling her onto her feet, leaving her cane behind. Magdalen leaned into Fili's chest making sure the weight was off her leg.

His arm snakes around her back, pushing them together. A spark ignited in her stomach. She ignored it, it was the same spark that made it very difficult to be around him. Just something about him made her want to tear her hair out. The music was slow and soft, Fili didn't push her to move too quickly. Residing to sway back and forth gently moving to the music. She felt her skin pulsing under his touch, she swallowed her heart that was threatening to jump from her mouth.

"Magdalen?" Fili questioned.

Magdalen blinked bringing her eyes back to Fili.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking." Magdalen squeezed his shoulder.

His blue eyes stared at her."You seem to be doing that a lot lately."

His was worried about her, he always was. He could see when no one was looking, the brave facade faded leaving a scared girl in it's wake. He wanted to see her smile, hear her laughter. But he knew the memories of the warg circled her mind.

"What would you be doing if you weren't here." He said breaking up the silence between them

Magdalen opened her mouth, and then shut it. Looking up at the tall ceiling thinking about her answer.

"I don't know, probably working, going to school. Emma and Felicity would probably dragging me out to the bar every weekend" She laughed thinking of her two roommates.

"So we made your life a little more exciting." Fili raised his eyebrow as he spun Magdalen around.

Magdalen snorted. "That's one way too put it."

Conversation came easily between the two, sharing laughs and stories of childhood mistakes.

"I noticed Ori and Deamra have been spending a lot of time together." He baited.

Magdalen looked to either side of her, making sure no one was listening in.

"They are courting, but they haven't told anyone yet. But you didn't hear that from me."

Fili nodded "You didn't happen to have anything to do with them starting to court?" He raised his brow at the suggestion.

"Maybe they just needed a little nudge in the right direction. They didn't see what was right in front of them." She stared into his eyes, before looking away.

Over their laughter they didn't realize when the music changed the first time, or the second, or even the third. Time outside of their small bubble didn't matter. It was only them. That was until Nori tapped on Fili's shoulder.

The starry haired dwarf smiled when Fili pulled away from Magdalen.

"Mind if I steal the lady."

Fili did mind.

Magdalen released Fili taking Noir's hand. "Of course, Nori. I would be delighted."

Just like that, she was swept away into another's arms. Fili stood there watching her disappear into the crowd with Nori. He felt an odd lump in his throat, and his hands shook. Rumi came into view slipping him into the rhyme of the dance once again. Though Fili couldn't quite shake the feel Magdalen had left behind. Like she always had, since the day he met her.

One more month. She would be gone when Durin's Day came, Fili was finding more and more that he hated that thought. He would miss the way her nose wiggles when she was deep in thought. Those snappy comments that drove him mad. The way her grey eyes sparkled when she spoke about the new book she found in the library or the way she always got up when she was knocked down. He would miss the way she spoke her mind without regard to someone's status. His heart skipped a beat when he caught sight of familiar blonde hair thrown back when Nori whispered something to her. His heart always seemed to do that when he looked at her...Or thought about her… Or was near her.

Well, this isn't good. He concluded spending the rest of the night trying to wrestle with an emotion he couldn't quite place. But he seemed to forget it when he walked her home that night. The way she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and rested her head on his shoulder made him want to forget everything in the world.

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