filiyellowbeard ♥

_{“Another!” the King of Dale demanded, setting down his mug rather decisively. His mood had been of an odd and dark nature the entire evening, and the copious amounts of ale he was consuming did not seem to brighten his mood any, though attempts at pretense were made even so.}

_{“I take back any ill words I may have ever said, Master Fili,” he said, turning to his companion for the evening. “Your brew is certainly the finest to be had in all of Arda. Will you not have more and drink with me?” The words were friendly and merry enough, but they did not go with the shadows in Bard’s eyes nor the tension in his body. Something was ailing him, and he seemed to have no intention of acknowledging it.}