"Stubborn fools," his father had muttered when the Dwarves strengthened their defences and hardened their hearts.
Yet Legolas could not help but wonder. How would any of them have acted? He tried to put himself in Thorin's place, home and riches taken from him, his people slain or surviving in exile. And then to regain home and heritance, and have them threatened immediately again? Nay, stubborn the Dwarves were, but foolish?
Legolas shook his head as he picked up his bow. At least now they fought Orcs and Wargs, not these Dwarves. That battle was altogether more to his liking.
Originally written for Jay of Lasgalen's birthday, January 2013.
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