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"Never thought you'd do it."
Viggo watched Dom fill another jar with the golden nectar. A small smile accidentally slipped across Dom's face, making Viggo grin.
"Does that mean you underestimated me or just thought I was making a joke?" Dom's eyes appraised his guest, this man who'd wandered onto his farm just as casually as if he hadn't had to fly across the world but had only been driving past.
"It means I'm proud of you, hobbit."
Quiet laughs drifted into companionable silence, and Viggo finally stepped across the boundary of years, long overdue to offer a helping hand.