Lînsie
Sniffling a little, she wiped her tears with the back of her grimy hand, and leaned over to look at Narin's palm.
"A beryl, " she murmured.
She looked up at Narin, and said, "Balin was fond of beryls." And she burst into tears again.
Narin's shoulders slumped. But then before he closed his hand around the gem, she reached up and took it.
"Thank you. I'll make a Mithril setting for it, in his memory."
She returned to weeping in earnest, and Narin sat fidgeting next to her, trying to think of something else to say. He failed, which may have been the best thing he could have done.
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