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[oakenshield]

[ Already quite agitated with his "mun" tonight, a rather frustrated dwarf decides to make his unhappiness known for all to hear. ]

What kind of ignorant louse are you? Surely you possess some level of tact somewhere in those brittle bones of yours.

[ He sighs deeply. ]

I must say, I have never once met someone as untalented as you. How can you profess yourself to be an "artist" when you haven't played a single instrument? How could you possibly lack the talent to play the harp or flute? Even the elves are capable enough to master the art of music.

[ Thorin gives his mun a look of utter disappointment. ]

You shame me and your ancestors but alas, I shall teach you all that I know about the art of music.

Now all we need to do is find you a suitable harp.

Comments

[elfling_prince]

Art isn't solely about music. Of course, it figures that a dwarf would make that assumption.

[Trolololol.]

[oakenshield]

Mind yourself, elfling! I hardly think that a mere runt like you would know much on the topic of art considering you cannot master the art of archery yet.

[ REVERSE TROLOLOLOLING ]

[elfling_prince]

Who are you calling a 'runt' you tasteless cretin!

[It's OBVIOUSLY more important that he was called a runt. OBVIOUSLY.]

[oakenshield]

The only tasteless cretin here is the one lacking in stature.

[ Nice priorities there, Legolas. ]

I apologize for this

[onebadapple]

Oh now, someone sounds a little grumpy. You aren't going to get much done by insulting people you know.

...I luv you!

[oakenshield]

As painful as my words are true, I'm merely stating the truth and nothing more. It matters to me not if she takes offense.

<3

[onebadapple]

Oh but now you didn't need to be so harsh, did you? You can still be honest without being mean.

[oakenshield]

[ He glowers at the nosy woman for a moment. ]

...Mayhap there's some truth to that but I know this one here won't heed a word said unless I speak to harshly!

[tofindthesun]

..That is a rather unfair comparison, Master Dwarf.

[depending on which type of elves, anyway.]

[oakenshield]

Is it now?

[ He arched his brow in a questioning manner. You're lucky that Snow White talked some sense into him first.

Thorin was definitely on the warpath earlier. ]

Then feel free to speak.

[tofindthesun]

[aw, but angry thorin might have been a bit fun.]

Say, perhaps, that even Dwarves, can master the art of music. Something that I would very much like to hear for myself, to be quite honest.

[the first part may be in jest, but the latter is sincere as anything. warrior or not, he loves music all the same.]

[theburglar]

Perhaps your mundane has other artistic talents? Do not be so quick to judge, Thorin.

[oakenshield]

I'm not quick to judge, I'm just merely frustrated with her.

[ Huff. ]

[elvenking]

Can you draw breath without declaiming Elves? The need to insist upon it is enough to cause suspicion.

[oakenshield]

One aggravation is enough, Elvenking. I shan't tolerate a second, not now.

[ He sighs deeply. ]

...Arguing with "her" tries me enough.

[elvenking]

[Thranduil watches Thorin for a moment before deciding he thinks Thorin is bored.]

Perhaps she will place you somewhere else. Her control of you is limited inside a game.

[alwaystraveling]

What about the visual arts? And jewelry can be artistic.

[oakenshield]

Visual arts? Ah, yes! You mean stone crafting? Well, of course that is an art form within itself.

My people are known to be quite skilled with our hands.

[alwaystraveling]

Amongst other things, yes.

Which is something to boast of.

[igetthatalot]

I'm just going to have to settle for listening, I'm afraid. Couldn't carry a tune in a wicker basket sealed with pitch. Storytelling's more my art of preference.

[oakenshield]

At least your fondness of lore saves you from being a bore.

[igetthatalot]

Ah, no, that'd be my brother, who wouldn't have time for a good tale or a proper bard's song unless there was coin in it for him. Honestly. Bartrand has no appreciation for the power of the word.

[unassessablywealthy]

[There is a deep, rumbling laugh that shakes the very earth, as Smaug opens one eye to stare at the dwarf with a small smoldering slit of red.]

An age where Dwarves are more concerned with their prattling so-called music than with smithing?

[A lip curls, a flicker of fire gleaming through teeth.]

Save your lectures and return to your gold, dwarf.

[He's been looking to grow his hoard...]

oh shi---!

[oakenshield]

[ His eyes widened in shock once the dragon appeared. Oh, how he had hoped to never see this menace again. It would see he has failed to slay the beast as he has promised. Thorin is greatly displeased with himself. ]

Keep your venomous words at bay, Smaug!

[ Now that the Orcrist has suddenly found its way to its master's hand, Thorin won't hesitate to do battle against the fearsome beast. ]

You give no orders to the rightful King of Durin's folk.

[unassessablywealthy]

[Smoke billows, tongues of flame licking the dense clouds as Smaug slowly unfurls his great wings. He is careful of his chest, however, the vulnerable underside missing a coat of jewels pressed firmly against the ground.

He has learned a harsh lesson.]

If truth be venom, it must be a simple matter to poison a dwarf.

I see your Burglar taught you little courtesy. I care little for your exiled people. There is but one lord of the lonely mountain, and you would do best to learn your manners.