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Blog Closed!

Thorin has packed up and moved to Mirkwood --- alright, not really. He has, however, become a sideblog to the kinglyforestfairy account. He can be found here, and though he cannot follow you, he can make Thranduil do it. (Take that, elf king >/)

Looking forward to seeing you there, where I won't lose you ever again xD!

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Thorin could not help but look up at the elf with an expression of confusion, though in the end he decided it best to say nothing. He was beginning to think that living so long may have driven this elf a bit off his sanity's proper edge.

"Funny how that works," He commented, keeping his tone idle before he shook his head. "We have our way into the mountain now and will leave to gather our own forces once we have what we need to muster them. If it can be done before the dragon wakes, your gems will be brought out with the stone and delivered to you in good faith. The dwarves will take the mountain, and the elves can keep their forest." He shook his head a bit, exhausted by this all if he were to be true about it. "All shall be as it should be."

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⊰ ♚ ⊱ There finally was a decent tone, as it should be between two kings                 conversing, and while Thranduil still remained sceptical of Thorin’s                 true motives and especially in regards of dwarves approaching the                 dragon alone, he listened patiently and did not make any attempt to                 threaten the other man further. Peaceful or at least neutral word ex-                 changes suited his preferences far better than shouted accusations                 back and forth, or even physical violence being forced to become                 part of such encounter.

                He kept his cold gaze directed at Thorin’s features, lifting his head                 minimally in surprise at the mention of his gems and how he would                 be given such when Erebor’s rightful king would finally have claim                 over his mountain. Thranduil paused for a moment in silence,                 aware of the other dwarves being out of reach but was it only Thorin                 who had insulted him - so why chase after his kin?

                However, the news about his treasure managed to soothe his nerves,                 reconsider the idea of dragging Thorin back into the dungeons again.                 If they wanted to successfully regain their realm, the dwarves needed                 their king after all, and to finally receive what was his, such was the                 elvenking’s only concern. In the end, at least. Because the main con-                 cern was still the fire Smaug would erase whole folks with, as soon                 as intruders would dare to wake him up.

                                “Perhaps I have been mistaken, and you are not                                  entirely like your forefathers”,

                ——he admitted with a sigh, removing his glance from the dwarf to                 sweep it in the mountain’s direction.

                                “But you can impossibly challenge the beast on                                  your  own,  which  is  why  my  offer still stands.                                  The  both  of  us  desire something within these                                  halls, so it would be wiser to cooperate.”

                No, he would not force Thorin to take his help. Thranduil was not                 keen on fights and destruction himself, had had enough of this al-                 ready but… if it was necessary, he would not retreat. In any case,                 destruction would not be to avoid, once Smaug would have awoken.

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He inclined his head toward her then, seemingly satisfied. "See that you don't," The dwarf returned, the hint of his earlier threat remaining, though her answers for now, appeased him. 

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My character accidentally blurts the real shit.

"I don’t give a damn if you are the bloody princess, you hurt my nephew and I’ll take your knees out.” A fierce huff, and a low grumble follows this firm pronouncement. “He always did like archery too much.”

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i get so affectionate when i’m sleepy it’s disgusting

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Thorin glared over his tankard, then shrugged. If the elf king was hard up on compliments, he was drunk enough to be indulgent. "Aside from your looks?" He couldn't help but bite out, seeing as it was what started this, "You've a dab hand at sword play, and I can respect anyone who beheads orcs as many and swiftly as you do." He even saluted the elf with his drink at that to show the meaning was true.

Thorin gained a slightly ruddy color behind his beard and huffed gruffly, “Like you don’t know.” 

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Kili don't yel at your uncle, that is rude.

Fili's right though Thorin struggles with these words.

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"You know full well that is not of what I speak," Thorin retorted, not bothering to address the princess matter - it had been stated simply to make clear he would not hesitate to take her down, whether she be a captain or a daughter to a king, if she hurt his lad. "He is young," The dwarf's tone, for a moment, was almost kind. "And elves live long. They see the world differently than we, and share a different fate. He will not last as you will, but he would give you his heart for the time that he does have if you would take it. Do not toy with that gift, elf. Be true with him, for if you cannot take what he offers, he deserves better than to be left thinking that you will."

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My character accidentally blurts the real shit.

"I don’t give a damn if you are the bloody princess, you hurt my nephew and I’ll take your knees out.” A fierce huff, and a low grumble follows this firm pronouncement. “He always did like archery too much.”

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YOU ARE A HOBBIT

#Gollum the drama queen

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Thorin grew still at the words of the elf, so stiffly born forward that he couldn’t even muster the emotion necessary to be disgusted. The elven king had imprisoned them on no other grounds than the fact he had wished to extort them, and now he had the unmitigated gall to send one of his people here to apologize for a death his greed had caused to begin with.

“I will send someone to see you out,” Thorin stated gruffly, about to inform this elf what he could tell that fool of a king, when he began to speak again. There was a sorrow upon him that caught the dwarf off guard and, for a moment, he simply wondered at the idea that elves even had a concept of grief or guilt. All Thranduil had shown was that they did not.

Letting out a slow breath, Thorin shook his head. He wanted no allegiance with Thranduil, the king who could not keep his word, the king who had no concept of honor, kindness, or good timing. Yet nor did he wish to make the same mistakes as that elk riding imbecile, either. He would treat this elf with the respect his own people had been denied, and in so doing be vindicated in the fact he was not as stubborn nor as cruel as the ruler who lived in Erebor’s shadow.

“After you have had time to rest,” Thorin continued then, his voice still rough. “I will send you on your way with my answer. If you must leave immediately, then grant me time to draft something formal. There is food in the hall, if you are hungry.”

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Oh excellent. He’d found Thorin.

Feren stopped rubbing at his forehead, a red spot nicely formed for all to see. There wasn’t a majestic bone in Feren’s body. Occasionally, he could come off as not quite a bumbling mess, but apparently, this wasn’t one of those occasions. Why Thranduil sent him, of all elves, remained a mystery for the most part. As a captain of the guard, Feren flourished, and a friend to his king, Feren excelled, but as an ambassador? He did not usually question Thranduil’s orders, but he had this one to little avail.

“I’ve come to offer King Thranduil’s condolences for the loss of your nephew, the Prince Fili, and to convey his desire for an alliance between our peoples,” It sounded rehearsed, and he fought hard not to fidget. This was not his first audience with a King Under the Mountain. However, he much preferred his silent role as guard rather than speaker. Feren did his best to wear the mask of cool collect, but it was never his forte.

His brow furrowed slightly, lips forming a thin line at the internal conflict. Feren dropped the porcelain expression like a plate, letting it shatter into fragments. A genuine sorrow etched lines into immortal features, “I’d…like to offer my own as well…Fili was…I…had hoped…for there to be many more long years of hating one another…” Grief thickened his usual cheerful tone and veiled the usual bright light of amber eyes. There should be no reason for him to grieve the late prince, but Feren did all the same and made no effort to hide his unexpected pain.

“And I’d prefer not to be locked in a cell…but…” He shrugged, a ghost of lopsided grin momentarily appearing before Feren remembered this was a serious situation. Thranduil would not be pleased if Feren got himself locked in a dwarven cell. 

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My character accidentally blurts the real shit.

"I don't give a damn if you are the bloody princess, you hurt my nephew and I'll take your knees out." A fierce huff, and a low grumble follows this firm pronouncement. "He always did like archery too much."

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....what.

So when I left earlier to day, I had 99 of you. I gained 10 while I was gone and as promised I do a little follow forever for the first milestone. I have not yet interacted with as much people as I wish (or with all of those on this list) and I flail over all of you for being so talented, generous, hilarious and overall amazing, but my dash is a source of joy. I take a lot of time to answer on here because I am unsure on how to deal with / roleplay Bard and I want to make sure you have decent answers but I was well welcomed, I made some friends and if everything else fails I’m having an absolute blast reading everything that’s going on. I’m floored by the writings, the ideas, the kindness, everything! Never change, you’re all perfect and unique in your own ways.

Now less Wyll, more you. (If you do not appear in here, it doesn’t mean I don’t utterly love you and it doesn’t mean either that I don’t want to roleplay with you)

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these gifs are not mine and i don’t know who’ve done them, but man you’re a genius

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"The crimes of my grandfather should never have been placed upon the shoulders of my people. I know well your reasons," Thorin stated, his tone falling flat with the realization this elf would not know or yield to anything resembling reason. A pity that the lord in Erebor's shadow had not the wisdom of the one in Imladris, for this would perhaps have gone much differently. 

"You may take me to your dungeons, elf, for my company has already moved beyond your reach." Dwalin knew his orders and so did Balin. They would see to it that the goal was achieved and the Arkenstone acquired. His cousin in the hills would answer, and Thranduil would have no choice but to release him or be known as the king who started a war against a people who had done him no wrong, for the phantom of a slight done by a king long dead.

"The necklace my people forged," Thorin stated then, "Will be returned to you when the mountain is reclaimed. I had no wish to keep it, for my grandfathers actions were ill placed. I will not be extorted," He informed the other tiredly, "But nor am I a thief." 

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⊰ ♚ ⊱ Simple travellers.  He had to chuckle, lightly though,  and with a                 bitterness accompanying this motion,  something unseen at that.

                      “You do assume that I refused to help you because                        it amused me to leave you to your fate? I have my                        reasons  to  treat  you like an enemy rather than a                        friend, dwarf!”,

                ——he hissed in response, trying to remain calm regardless,  after                 all not being overly fond of actual fights, no matter how much Tho-                 rin tempted him to change his mind on this subject.

                     ”It was your kin’s greed that has made me opposed                         to  send  my  people  into  a  war which is not ours.                         Why should I sacrifice my knights to help thieves?                         As a reward for your insolence? Please.”

               Eyes widened to stare the shorter man down,  the king had to swal-                low the  further  insults,  yet decided that those coming from some-                one without manners should not be taken to the heart. What did this                dwarf even know?  He might have his own view,  but one with such                inacceptable behavior should not be taken too serious.  A relieving                thought.

                    “Your lack of understanding deserves my pity, as well as                      your inappropriate  stubbornness.  It could have been so                      simple.  But what can I expect from someone  driven by                      greed… and nothing else?”

               This man was exactly like his grandfather,  obviously,  and it was                exhausting. Annoying. Bothersome. Positioning his elk directly in                front of  the dwarf,  he kept his gaze pinned to those hairy features,                the guards who accompanied him remaining behind the ‘target’.

                    “Instead of further demonstrating how few manners you pos-                      sess,  do tell me what you imagine will happen next?  I will                      leave you in freedom and you go forth to wake up the beast,                      bring death upon all of us?  You  finally  cooperate  and we                      can  merge  our  forces to gain what each of us desire… or…                      I drag you back into my comfortable dungeons~ It is your                      choice, has been such from the beginning.

               To keep them prisoners only served to demonstrate the lack of tole-                rance  towards  such  insolent  behavior  just as Thorin had used to                approach him with. Which king  would take  any  insults  without fur-                ther reaction? The dwarf should be glad that his head still sat on his                shoulders.

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Thorin gained a slightly ruddy color behind his beard and huffed gruffly, "Like you don't know." 

"Simply because I dislike you does not mean I am blind to what few good attributes you do have," Thorin grunted, returning to his mead.

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apathlikeatrack started following you

Glancing back, Thorin reached out as though to snatch up Bofur's hat by a flap. "And what are you up to?"

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"Handsome? How very intriguing."

"Simply because I dislike you does not mean I am blind to what few good attributes you do have," Thorin grunted, returning to his mead.