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Peace, maid. I spoke from the heart, in a moment of shock.

Bilbo chose to abandon us to our own quest and our fate, as so many others had. I heard him resolve so, only to see his staunch return. Not hours later he stands fast against my enemy, who had not wielded steel the night before. If my words to him after seemed confused, it was because he proved himself an unpredictable creature. If they seemed in anger, it was at his recklessness on behalf of one who had so derided him.

I was not concussed.

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It seemed as though you were to my mundane and I.

Then you judge both in error. Elves and the ladies of men known little of dwarven heads - neither their contents nor their mettle.

Hold no hostility towards me, Master Dwarf, for I now well of how sturdy your kind are. I know of no stronger a race and I have known many dwarves in my lifetime.

Even still, that does not make your people invulnerable.

Do elves hear hostility in every contradiction?

[No, Thorin, only when you're actually being a grouchybutt.]

I fell and I bled, Lady. You tell me nothing I do not know.

I hear hostility in your tone. But my, if you aren't entitled to it, the way things are portrayed in this film. I have done no such harm to you, however. My husband helped you and I was friend to the dwarves of Moria when Eregion still stood and after.

Good, then the pale one did no permanent damage.

[He bows his head to acknowledge her words; he will not deny Elrond's assistance with the map, and aside from her initial medical comment - though he will forever maintain it was incorrect - she has been only courteous.]

Not in that battle, not to me.

[There's a sad smile on her lips and she kneels down to raise his chin.]

You do your family great honor by attempting to avenge them and reclaim your lost home. Please, try not to be so reckless as you were in the film when next you see him. It would sadden me.

[He's startled faintly at the touch, and moreso by her lowered pose, though he doesn't remark upon it beyond widened eyes.]

Twice I have found refuge in recklessness, when prudence offered little hope against him. I cannot promise that I will not try to strike even with such dire chances, simply to spare you grief.

But I will craft myself better chances if I can see a glimmer of a way.

I would not ask you not to seek your vengeance. Only to do so when you do not risk so much. And not to spare just my own grief but that of your company as well.

Doubt me if you will, Lady, but I tell you it was not solely vengeance I sought in that charge.

You speak to me of the suffering of my company? My company teetered on the brink of annihilation, and I had been given no reason to hope for aid. If the orcs advanced any further, they would have all been lost.

Should I have despaired? Should I rely entirely upon a wizard to protect my own, and cease to be warrior? I will be reckless, when I have no safety left to be reckless with. I will hope and I will fight, until hope fails me.

[She scowls, a rare sight for the Lady of Rivendell who is typically kind to all and knew a great many dwarves she called 'friend' in her youth.]

You've a sharp tongue when I am trying to be kind and avoid causing insult, King Under the Mountain.

Despair? No, never. Rely on Mithrandir? Again, no. Did you think to ask for aid from your companions that were not holding to Mithrandir's staff?

[A pause.]

You've more strength than I, and I recognize that. I have suffered too and fled Middle Earth as a result. You fought for your own and I respect that. Do not mistake my words again.

They came when they could. Against such odds the leader must go first, that is the way of it.

You say I am reckless; by the word you mean selfish and thoughtless. How else to describe one who puts his rage before his companions?

However kindly you think you mean it, is an insult nonetheless.

[Oh and he's extra prickly because no one has just one reason for doing things in the heat of battle. Sorry he's taking out his self-doubt on you. 8c ]

[ ...welp. At least it's not an elf this time. Although, this is rather peculiar even for his standards. ]

Shoo her off and be done with it. You'll save yourself the trouble.

The trouble is little enough to manage, but the insult may not stand.

[He appraises his double with a stoic eye.]

A quirk of the place, I take it?

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[ "At least it's not another elf", he says in thought. ]

One of the many I believe.

And not the worst, I fear.

Certainly not. However, I shall tell you now to keep a good eye on that "scribe" of yours.

Well, my mun always thought I'd run into a double sooner or later.

I just didn't think you'd be so short.

And I could not imagine myself so reedy and beardless, were it not for a little fellow I saw among my scribe's collection, though he was barely a handspan high, and the absence less glaring.

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And he had the same face as me? Us. Whatever. Huh. Small world.

She finds the coincidence more amusing than it deserves. Apparently he and I are similar in temperament.

The only thing that would concuss you, Thorin son of Thrain, is knocking heads with yourself.

[Ha ha, you're very funny, Gandalf. He doesn't smile, but the corners of his eyes get a little merrily crinkled.]

Perhaps I'll get the chance. it seems a hazard around these parts.

Hmm, yes. Though I don't believe plotting with your other selves would be of any good. [It can only cause nothing but trouble. Thorin's one of the more respectable dwarves, but one is stubborn enough. Two would be a calamity.]

I would follow this counsel, but I fear my hands may be tied. If my lady scribbler sets me among my kin I must aid them, impossible mirror-brother or no.

[He's mostly teasing. Even though it's also true. :| ]

[Frowning slightly as he wonders who would win the argument between two Thorin's. Not sure if even Smaug could get between two Oakenshields in a brawl...Yeah, like Gandalf is going to stop two of them fighting. He likes his arms.]

The question I would ask is if you could get along with yourself.

[Thorin would win. Obviously. Maybe. It's probably a pyrrhic victory.]

Perhaps. If we were similar enough to never disagree, it would go easy enough.

But the way of this place is not so exact, is it?

[It'd be like dividing by zero.]

You'd be surprised. Though this is the only place it can happen. Eventually you will all head out to your own respective places.

Wherever she wishes to send me, it is not my place.

It never will be. It's a rarity for people with scribes to find their way home.

But it can be done.

[It's not really a question.]

Thorin? Is someone giving you trouble?

No trouble. It is merely an excitable scribe making wild suppositions. But the record is easily amended.

Ah, your scribe. Troubling creatures, are they not? [He smiled.]

How goes the journey, Thorin?

Troubling indeed. I may shout her down on this, but she is set on sending me astray from my true journey.

[Brood, scowl, rinse, repeat.]

I see. Why would she seek to move you away from our journey? Does she not share the same dream as you or I?

[Good, because as happy as Kili was that Thorin had accepted Bilbo, he was worried.]

Aye, but a bit of rest and a smoke wouldn't hurt.

Words spoken in anger are often the last forgotten.

[ sorry, she's not trying to be cryptic. but it is not in her to be overly giving at the moment. hobbits were sprightly, durable folk but their spirits? like the spirits of any on middle earth, they could take a beating. ]

Indeed, it is impossible for a dwarf to become concussed- their heads are hard enough to break diamonds on.

[He's teasing.]

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