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The wind stilled as Dvalin, now clad in human flesh rather than scales, approached the shorter, purple-haired figure. Barbatos's gift had bridged their ancient divide, allowing this fragile moment of peace. Dvalin towered over Durin, a silent reminder of their past battles, yet his posture held no threat. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken history and tentative hope.