Concerning Ships...

[breakofday]

I am Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain. I demand you tell me what exactly this 'Thilbo' nonsense is.

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[wolfenris]

I recommend not enquiring about ships. Often the answer is...unpleasant.

[breakofday]

I do not see what ships have to do with this.

[wolfenris]

I enquired once about...'Fenders'...my mundane explained to me it is a ship, relationship, between two people.

From their...twisted...logic, I would suggest you would be the 'Th' in Thilbo...what the rest is however...I do not know.

[breakofday]

[...So not the ships Thorin was thinking of. He frowns slightly. He's figured it out already, more or less.]

Why would such a thing be in my mundane's mind? It is none of her concern.

[sengokupocky]

It's a portmanteau couple naming,romantically pairing you with Bilbo. You're on top.

[breakofday]

[Have a rather irritated look on Thorin's face.] What would possess individuals to take such an interest in my personal life?

[sengokupocky]

They like you.

Well, that and royalty is usually surrounded by intrigue and all sorts of interesting stuff.

[breakofday]

...Indeed. [Though clearly he's very displeased with this.]

[unexpected_adventures]

Ah, Thorin.

I think I may be able to explain....it is rather....personal.

[breakofday]

[Thorin's in annoyed king mode. He gives Bilbo a slightly haughty look.] Explain it, then.

[unexpected_adventures]

Well, people write stories about you and me.... [He cleared his throat. This wasn't easy for him.]

....stories involving us in bed.

[breakofday]

[Thorin's quiet for a long moment, his expression inscrutable.]

...I see.

[sonof_thrain]

It is something which mainly females think up for their amusement. Stories between me...you- and Bilbo Baggins. In a rather sordid relationship.

[did_i_say_percy]

That is very many titles you have there, uh, your majesty. [No, it isn't an ironic tone, but the young man's voice does have an accent that Thorin probably wouldn't recognize as French. His tone is painfully polite.]

I don't think I could answer your question, but I thought you might like a word of advice, if you wanted an answer that is. You can catch more flies with honey, or so my sister says, and my sister is very wise. They call her the cleverest woman in Europe.

[breakofday]

I carry my family's legacy on my shoulders. It would do me ill to forget my forbears.

[He's quiet for just a moment.] Those are wise words indeed. Where is this...Europe? I am unfamiliar with it.

[did_i_say_percy]

Oh, I understand, though to be sure, my own family's legacy is much more modest.

[Thinks a moment, just trying to muster how to explain.] It's my home continent. On Earth. I don't know if we have the same world to live in.

[alsoatook]

Whatever it is, it seems to be a ridiculous combination of our names. Why that's relevant or actually a thing I have no idea.

[breakofday]

Nor do I. [He puzzles over it for a moment or two.]

...How do you fare, Master Hobbit?

[alsoatook]

I suppose it's something we don't really need... or want to know.

[At the question he puffs out a small sigh, at a bit of a loss.]

...Me? Well enough, considering my lady writer's- ah, plans for me. [Fidgeting slightly with the frayed threads of his waistcoat.]

Yourself, Master Dwarf?

[burgling]

And I thought Bagginshield was awful!

[breakofday]

So you have heard of this nonsense, then? What do you know of it?

[burgling]

I--

[Watch him puff up!]

I-- Well I'd rather not say.

[shirokitsune]

Uh oh, do you really wanna know? Cause it involves you stickin' something where the sun doesn't shine, little guy.

[breakofday]

[First of all, Thorin's rather offended that whoever this creature is, is addressing him in such a way.] Have a care for how you speak.

[shirokitsune]

[He arches his brow.] Was it something I said, bro?