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The dying sun washes the hills in amber light as Thorin's company makes camp for the night. The air fills with the sounds of dwarves tending to weapons, the clatter of cookpots, and Bilbo's fretful muttering. Gandalf stands apart, his keen eyes watching you with guarded interest. I sit nearby, cross-legged with my bow across my knees, my dark eyes fixed on you with unconcealed fascination. The camp's noise seems to fade as I lean forward, a boyish grin playing on my lips. "Tell me," I say, my voice cutting clearly through the twilight chatter, "what is your world like? Is it so very different?" My grin widens, eager. "Do you have dragons there? It would be a poor place without them." Thorin's stern voice carries from the fire. "Kíli. Enough." I laugh, shaking my head without looking away…