Erebor or bust, mun. There are no alternatives.

[kinginexile]

Now I understand the grief of others concerning your kind.

[Thorin is not at all impressed by this mundane, scribe, whatever one wanted to call them. He cared not what their name, just that they could and would stop him from finishing his quest to Erebor.]

Do not think that options will make this better. A place filled with Smaug's kin or you threaten to send me off to be wed to some prince? These are no options, either way they are an obstacle in the line of too many I must face to take back our homeland. Do not think I shall stand for it, nor allow this to take place.

[He'll end this with some dwarven words growled out with a less than nice tone to them. No doubt some sort of threat or warning to his mundane. He's not going to these games. Over his dead body, or so he will certainly try!]

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[elvenking]

I advise you to choose the prince, if you can find it in your power to influence her.

[Not that he gets the least bit of satisfaction out of this genuinely well-intended advice, oh no. Dragons are serious business, though. Forced marriages, however absurd, are merely irritating by comparison.]

haha I can never take keywording seriously

[kinginexile]

[While you're not the Thranduil he is familiar with, he still knows an elf when he sees one. The dwarf is even more standoffish than he had been with his mun at the sight of the woodland dweller.]

I am not interested in your advice nor do I have need of it.

[Because, ew elves. Who even likes elves anyway?]

well. huh. this might be interesting.

[littleone]

... take back your homeland, huh?

[ Sounds a little familiar. ]

It certainly could be!

[kinginexile]

[A child. Human, but still, a child and he would do his best to not take his anger out on the boy.]

Yes, it was taken from us by a great beast.

/here have a different kind of elf

[silvertree]

[A hint of amusement lingers within Lord Celeborn's gaze, but it's not so noticeable because of his stern features. This dwarf seemed to have won his interest tonight, a feat rarely achieved.]

What prince would your mun have you wed?

You're all the same to him. Too bad Gandalf isn't here to make him mind his manners.

[kinginexile]

[Another elf, Thorin is not sure what has made him so lucky.]

A Nysgod... an ethereal beauty of only male gender, or so my scribe has told me. [Sounds like elves to him, minus the only male thing.]

What need of marriage do I have with no thrown to sit upon? Erebor is still kept by a fire drake and until the day we can flush it out and destroy it I shall not consider wedlock. [And Thorin frowns sharply.]

Especially to any prince. [Especially to anything remotely like an elf.]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Calm yourself, Thorin Oakenshield.

Even if you are drawn to a world not our own, you and your kin will see Erebor freed from Smaug when you return. It will be as though time has not passed since having left.

[kinginexile]

[He's cursed with another elf. What has brought such poor luck on him?]

And what proof do you have of this, elf?

[sonof_thrain]

[Wed some prince? Ill words indeed.]

Do not allow your scribe to send you off on whims of their own. Taking back Erebor is what must be accomplished. I have found these scribes to be lazy and arrogant of late. They do not understand what we have been through and seen. They have a home, we do not.

[kinginexile]

[Well this is new. But at last, someone speaking sense to him! Then again, Thorin would agree with himself.]

It shall not happen, she is not able to make any commitment as it is. [Too undecided, too unsure, horrible for him either way. The possible threat of a game to be sent to is not something he wants looming over him at all times.]

Our quest is all that matters and her silly games are nothing but that. A waste. There is enough in our way, I shall not allow this to become that as well.

[tallest_dwarf]

D'not listen to your scribe, Thorin. They have obviously lost their head. One in the clouds as they say.

What's this about weddin' someone? Erebor is more important than some women, aye?

Dwalin 8D!

[kinginexile]

I plan not to. [Listen to her that is. Only to keep an idle watch over her in case her threats of a game are true.]

No woman, Dwalin. A prince.

[favours_thebow]

Wed a prince? Uncle? [Kili tried to keep a straight face.]

Your scribe is clearly in need of aid if they think they can determine your fate. Our fate lies with you and Erebor. I will gladly follow you wherever you choose.

Kili!

[kinginexile]

A fleeting fancy of hers, nothing else. It shall not come to pass.

[Don't you laugh at him, Kili. Don't you do it.]

There is no doubt of your loyalty to this quest, you or your brother, but it is good to hear it all the same.

[twin_blades]

I wouldn’t listen to your scribe Uncle. They seem to have some strange ideas for you it seems.

Fili!

[kinginexile]

Strange, aye, but there is some power behind her threats.

[As much as he hates to admit it. This scribe could send him off where ever they choose, and he would have little say of it.]

Hmph, strange does not begin to describe it. Two radically opposing options, dragons or forced marriage to a prince. A prince of all things. She finds delight in the absurdity of it all.

forgive Haldir. He can be a snide git at times.

[prissy_elf]

My, a queer dwarf. Whatever next.

Oh god. Haldir no. I'm dying.

[kinginexile]

Bite your tongue, elf, lest I be needed to remove it for you.

[lord_of_moria]

Well this isn’t something you see everyday. I suggest you go against this idea laddie, It will not bode well.

[kinginexile]

I have no intention of going along with this absurdity.

What of you, Balin, your own scribe has treated you well?

[ordonaturalis]

Oh, do not be so swift to reject such a notion. Such a well kept beard for one of your kin. 'Tis not outside realms of possibility you'd make a fine bride.

[kinginexile]

What does the upkeep of my beard have to do with my kin? [Dwarves take great pride in their beards, are you trying to imply there are those who make a mockery of them. For shame.]

Your humor is not appreciated nor wanted, I have no desire to be wed, especially to a prince. There are more important things at hand than marriage.

[marchwarden]

Not much of a choice unfortunately.

[He almost feels slightly sympathetic for the dwarf. Almost.]

Though, does this truly surprise you? The muns are quite...odd at times.

[kinginexile]

If there is not one I shall make it.

[He is not doing what this woman wants. Not now. Not ever. Or so he keeps telling himself.]

My experience with them is fleeting at best, now that she has found such interest in me I would rather her attention shifted else where.

[oakenshield]

[A tired huff could be heard somewhere in the distance. Sometimes Thorin can't help but wonder what sort of madness overtakes these muns. There's no logical way he could explain all of this without blaming either illness or witchcraft. None.]

And what pray tell would be the point of all this?

[He's one hundred and ten percent exasperated at this point.]

When shall Erebor be of topic again?

[kinginexile]

Entertainment for them. That is the only reason behind any of this.

[Thorin has had it up to the tip top of the lonely mountain, he's done with this mun of his. He would like a refund and to get a new one. Or have none at all.]

She would insist there is no need for it to be of topic, but she is a fool.

[ex_firstinline377]

I wouldn't worry about the marriage, Uncle. Doubtlessly this prince will have a change of heart [as soon as he sees you.]

[kinginexile]

I shall not worry for it as I shall not allow myself to be sent off to that prince in the first place. [... Fili. Fili are you trying to say I'm not beautiful? That hurts.]