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Fili shook his head. “Nothing… I mean, it is something. You will find out soon enough.”
“Oh. Ok.” She fiddled with her fingers for a while before smiling warmly and laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Is there anything I can do? I can make you something sweet if you like.”
Fili ignored her. “Will you please be my wife?”
In shock she stumbled just slightly. “Y…you’re asking me to be your wife? As is marriage?” She whispered before a large, bright smile came out as she practically knocked him over with her hug. “I would love to!” Pulling back she kissed him happily. “I love you Fili.” Happy tears began to trickle down her cheeks from her eyes.
Fili smiled, his nervousness exiting his body through a relieved sigh. “Oh thank the heavens, you said yes.”
Fili took out a small box and shook it playfully. “Dwarvish Tradition. No ring… just beads.”
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