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“Here’s your Caramel Macchiato and Peppermint tea.” “Thank you, Rosie.” Tauriel thanked the strawberry blonde girl she had gotten to know well through Kíli. It was the day of New Year’s Eve and excitement was buzzing in the streets. The Major Bard Bowman would be holding a grand party at his residence in Dale, and throughout the city multiple venues had been decorated to house all its citizens. That way the whole city could celebrate together. Ever since the Great Fire that had ruined Dale and Laketown, special attention had been given to its citizens. To remind them of the hardship but also how far they had come since then. The spirit of togetherness was still very strong. And although the people of Dale and Laketown were a close-knit community, they had opened their doors to any newcomers. Kíli’s own ancestor Durin the Deathless had settled here before the fire and destruction, his people setting up mining in the surrounding mountains, later named Erebor. His great-grandfather Thrór