Do not place so much doubt in me.

[sonof_thrain]

I ask little of you, scribe. Only that you trust me on my quest with the other dwarves and the hobbit. I must face the dragon Smaug and get back what is rightfully mine and the dwarven people. Eridor. I understand you have doubts but we are a hardy race and will pursue our goal. We cannot fail.

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[thegrey]

[You forgot one wizard on that list.


Gandalf's just going to stand there and clear his throat. Ahem.]

[sonof_thrain]

[Oh, of course. The wizard. How could he forgotten?]

I see you have not left us, Gandalf.

[thegrey]

[Much better.]

Not yet, at any rate.

[sonof_thrain]

The incident with the trolls. Where did you wander when we needed you most?

[thegrey]

To a place that happened to be somewhere where you were all not. What matters in the end is that I looked back.

[sonof_thrain]

You looked back and saw how helpless we were without you. [He sighed.] It looks like we cannot venture outside our doorstep in these parts without your help.

[thegrey]

I would not say that was true, Thorin, son of Thrain. I am merely tagging along with your Company, you are making your own path.

[sonof_thrain]

[He huffed then smiled slightly.]

Of course. I can lead this pack through forest or snow but a wizard always creates paths that cannot be seen by the naked eye. Magic is something we do not possess, nor the wisdom of ages.

[thegrey]

[Forest sounds about right.]

Most of it is common sense, my good dwarf. Nothing more. And as you have already noticed, I cannot be with the Company every waking moment. [He needs to go off and do wizardy things... yeah...]

[sonof_thrain]

I understand that, Gandalf. Your guidance is greatly appreciated. [He nodded.] It is not what troubles me though.

The Hobbit. I cannot be held responsible for any ill turns the journey make take. I feel that our burglar does not know his way.

[thegrey]

[Grumbling under his breath. This discussion again.]

I understood that when I decided he would go. As for the young Master Baggins, you would be very surprised. He will find his way, and quickly too.

[sonof_thrain]

[Yes, he can hear your grumbling, Gandalf. Even with Dwarven ears.]

I truth your judgement, Gandalf but I cannot ignore the burden in my heart. A gut feeling, if you like. As for the Hobbit, I will go by what you say and ignore the ill feeling that washes over me. [He will have to.]

[thegrey]

[He's an old being, grumbling is a hobby.]

You fear something untoward will happen towards the hobbit when you least expect it?

[sonof_thrain]

Perhaps. Then no man can predict the road ahead of him, can he?

[thegrey]

I suppose that's only natural. However, hobbits are more resilient than most give them credit for. Even though they appear to be a simple folk, the Shire is still standing is it not?

[sonof_thrain]

Is that including their love of doilies? [He smirked.]

[thegrey]

[Grins back.]

Doilies and all.

[sonof_thrain]

One question. What does it...do?

[thegrey]

The doilies? They stop things from scuffing the surface they are on, my good dwarf.

[sonof_thrain]

Pointless trivia in my eyes but then, I am not a Hobbit.

[thegrey]

Well, you did ask. I suppose it's merely a matter of pride in their belongings.

[sonof_thrain]

[He knew all about pride.]

Of course. I bare pride in my homeland and the weapon within my hand.

[thegrey]

I am sure you would react to someone blunting your axe on a rock in the same manner Bilbo would should someone ruin his doilies. [Slight eyeroll. He's not too impressed by the doilies, personally.]

[sonof_thrain]

I suppose I would. A blunted axe is no use to anyone, especially not in battle. We pride our weapons as Hobbits pride their doilies.

[bofur]

Aye, scribe. If there's one you ought not be worried of placing your faith in, it's our Thorin Oakenshield.

[sonof_thrain]

Thank you, Bofur. I am grateful that you still hold faith in me even in these unknown times. I have had an ill feeling of late concerning our quest.