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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[sonof_thrain]

[Of course. Drinking songs about battles, Erebor, the journey and.....dwarven women.]

Oh, there was once a fine dwarven prince, he did enjoy his mead indeed!

He climbed the highest of mountains tall! To best a dragon and make him fall!

Aye!