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He frowned deeply. “I was fine! I told you to stop worrying about me all the time…”
Fili’s jaw dropped, for only a moment. He could not believe what he just heard. “Fine? You were surrounded by orcs. If it were not for Balin and Dwalin, you would have been killed. I will not ever stop worrying, Lindir.”
“I was doing just fine! I could have handled them on my own! I’ve been practicing!” He crossed his arms and turned away.
“Lindir, usually you are the rational one, please think about this. Even the best warrior is at a huge risk when they are put in that position, definitely not that easily and certainly not without getting injure in some way.”
“Why does it even matter? I did what had to be done! I distracted them enough so that the others could move in and eliminate them. That was the point!” He turned away, balling his hands into fists.
Fili’s voice turned cold. “It matters because I love you and if anything were to happen to you that I could prevent, I would surely never be able to live with myself. You are everything you me, Lindir. It. Matters.”
“I did not!” He spun around to face him. “I just saved their lives by providing a distraction! And how dare you say I...
“…you completely dismissed my love for you… how dare you question my feelings towards my kin… my family…” Fili looked...