***Blue Mountains***
Serin listened to Elladan's tale, and couldn't help but notice the remarkable similarity. Had it come to this, that even people within their own race couldn't get on with each other? If this couldn't work, what hope was there for friendship between races? What was the point in the Audience?
Elladan noticed Serin was deep in thought, and asked him what was wrong. Serin told Elladan of the happenings between the dwarves of Erebor and the Blue Mountains.
"I fear things will never work," muttered Serin. "I had high hopes for this Audience, but now, once we have arrived, there seems to be nothing but bickering and quarrels. Perhaps we should just go back to the way things were..." Serin felt downcast. The glimmer of hope had faded, and now all he could do was wait for the Audience and see how things might turn out.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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