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[fluteplaying]

Well, I'm not entirely sure this is a good idea...

But it can't hurt, can it?

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[poorfatbombur]

Mmmh. [ A lot of eating and not a lot of listening, Ori. Bombur discovered the pies! ]

[fluteplaying]

Exactly! [Well, if Bombur is here and eating thing can't be too dangerous]

I don't suppose there's any spare pies?

[poorfatbombur]

[ Bombur smiled amiably at the younger dwarf and offered him a sizable chunk of apple pie, before swallowing his own food and finally speaking up. ] What's not a good idea, lad?

[fluteplaying]

[Pie! Ori takes a hearty bite, chews it well and swallows before he continues.]

All this- Are-Pee business... we should be fighting for our homeland!

[sonof_thrain]

What idea might that be?

[fluteplaying]

My Lord! [He bows hastily.]

This writing thing... Erebor isn't going anywhere, exactly, but- I meant only that our quest isn't one to be put lightly aside.

[sonof_thrain]

Our quest cannot be given up by any whims scribes may lay upon us. What troubles you, Ori?

[fluteplaying]

[For a start there are no other dwarves in this headspace with him- but Ori has no desire to show any kind of weakness in front of his Lord. He settles for twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.]

Our quest should not be delayed!

[sonof_thrain]

Of course not. [He patted Ori on the back.]

Do not fret, Ori. You are in good company.

[fluteplaying]

[He essays a smile.]

We dwarves of Erebor are brought low by nothing!

[sonof_thrain]

Of course. You have spirit, Ori.

[fluteplaying]

[He beams an the unexpected praise.]

Do you need anything at this time, Lord Thorin? Anything I can help with?

[sonof_thrain]

Need? What I need most right now is a warm and comfortable bed. I am exhausted.

[oakenshield]

And thus another member of our merry band has arrived at last.

[ For Gandalf's sake and not his own, Thorin kept a list of the dwarves in his company for safekeeping. He's been in search of the others for quite some time, and now Thorin can proudly scratch Ori's name off the missing list. This meant that the wizard shall have to account for the rest later. ]

All is well, I hope? There's still much that needs to be done! Our Quest for Erebor cannot be delayed any further. Now I've managed to find our esteemed burglar, but it would seem that these scribes are rather fond of writing his heroics.

The same could be said for myself, but there's only so much adoration a king can truly stand.

[fluteplaying]

[Another Thorin! This calls for another quick bow.] It is only right they should admire you! Our quest for Erebor shall long be remembered in song!


Though- are either of my brothers here, my Lord? [Not that he's worried. But. They might miss him, and he wouldn't want that.]

[oakenshield]

[ Young Ori will learn in due time that there are many Thorins around, but there's only be one true King Under the Mountain.

This is what Thorin believes at least. ]

Let us be remembered for our victories and not our failures for we must take back what was stolen.

[ However, just how were they going to defeat Smaug...? ]

Nay, I cannot say. It would seem that your kin are still lost to us, and for that I deeply apologize. It would seem that these scribes are very fickle creatures. They are the ones who choose who comes and goes, but I shall inquire more about their whereabouts myself.

[ The well-being of his company is always at the top of his priority. Without their aid, there would be no quest and Thorin knows this. ]

[fluteplaying]

[He nods, doing his best not to appear downcast at the news.]

There's still time for them to arrive, I'm sure.

[dwarvling]

There's safety in numbers, and you can bet we won't let you get up to something without us!

Thor you are not a dwarf. Thor stop.

[fluteplaying]

But other than you and your brother and Thorin, there aren't that many of us.

Thor would be the tallest dwarf.

[dwarvling]

Aye, but four is still a number! Though I've seen Mister Dwalin about, and Bofur.