Conflict Resolution

[breakofday]

I do not understand how you can forgive so readily. If anyone were to deny me a chance to speak, I would have their hands as paperweights, at the very least.

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[breakofday]

[Are you kidding? Thorin's a dwarf, and even worse, he's a descendant of Durin. Of course he's holding a grudge.]

No? Strange. I remember it distinctly.

[swaggerelf]

Your memory is fading then. Too many blows to the head can cause that.

[Thranduil seems bored of Thorin's presence already]

You know as well as I that once a dragon has claimed his hoard, there is no way to get him to give it up. Not until his last breath is drawn. He would have decimated my kin the same way he did yours.

[It simply wasn't worth the risk]

[breakofday]

Yet you did not even bother to offer aid. Many dwarves died of their wounds, and you stood by and watched us suffer.

[swaggerelf]

[Okay, yeah that was a dick move]

What aid could I have offered? I came with warriors, not healers.

[And furthermore]

I warned your grandfather about his greed.

[breakofday]

You could have offered shelter! [Thorin has a right to be pissed, okay?]

You would see all my kin suffer because of one?

[swaggerelf]

[Basically yeah. You made your bed, now lie in it. Also he's not a big fan of dwarfs to begin with]

What's done is done. Let the past go, Thorin.

[Because he's tired of you blaming him. In his mind he did no wrong]

[breakofday]

[Thranduil did not just...]

Let it go?

[Thorin's voice is heavy with anger.] You cannot understand what my people have endured while you stood idly by! We lost our home, our livelihood, everything, all while you throw tea parties!