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About sending him to dragonhaven.

Dragons. What in Durin's name did you have to pick a game with DRAGONS in? Highly foolish. I cannot understand what made you send me there of all places. Never mind. I have my strength and honour at my back so I will fight if I have to. I will never give up Erebor nor the Arkenstone to any suspicious looking lizards.

I am looking forward to spending some time with Thorin though. Oh, and I have heard rumour that he has nephews that are there also. Nay, where does the time go? If it wasn't for Thorin there, I'd refuse to go. I do not have a choice though. [grumble. ihatedragonstheystink.]

I will prepare for this new dragon place then. Durin save me from this madness.

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Who or what is Durin? My mun keeps reading that durian, like the fruit.

Durin was a great Dwarven king, unlike myself.

I thought you said you were a king on your planet?

Not unlike myself, I meant. [Curse this keyboard.]

Is your whole planet a series of monarchies?

Nay, I am from Erebor, not planet.

Planet means world. [Jaeris massages his temples, feeling a headache coming on.]

So it seems, master dwarf, that dragons are to be your doom as mine were jewels. I wish you joy in your reunion with your kin, and good fortune in war. May you come to better fortune than I

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Aye. You have my thanks, master elf. To be with your own kind in a dangerous place fills the heart with courage and hope.

[ Bombur bows and then he wordlessly hands the King of Old a sticky bun from his plate. ]

[Oh, why thank you, Bombur. Sticky buns are his favourite!]

Thank you, master dwarf. What may be your name?

[ Uh oh, Bombur's a little shy about talking. But he can't be rude to the King and he'll anwser him. Very quietly for such a rotund dwarf. ]

...m'name's Bombur, yer Majesty, sir. [ And he pushes another sticky bun to him. ]

Bombur. You are welcome in the Halls of Erebor, as you are honourable kin. [He took another bun and ate it quickly. What? He was a hungry dwarf.]

[ Bombur's chubby, freckled cheeks flush ever so slightly at those words of praise. He takes a bun himself and chews on it, just to calm his nerves. ]

A-aye. Thank ye, yer Majesty. [ He doesn't have the way with words his older brother has. The King has such a shiny beard, doesn't he? ]

[He nodded with a warm smile.]

Are you a cook, Bombur? You look like you know your way around a camp fire.

[It's the bling beard, dude. Rock the beard. Maybe Thorin will have such a beard when he reaches 200.]

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'm a cook. Sometimes help me brother Bofur out in the mines. [ He fidgets shyly with his own rather impressive braided ginger beard. ]

Made those sticky buns ye just ate... I hope ye liked 'em, yer Majesty. [ Bombur smiles and realizes he never thought he'd ever get to speak with a King! Would Bofur even believe him if he told him he did? ]

Aye, I thought as much. [Maybe he was just large.]

They were delicious, Bombur. Buns fit for a king, no doubt.

[ Bombur's definitely large, but all because he enjoys his food. He chuckles at the praise, unsure what to think of it. He's just a simple miner's son and nobody important. ]

Could make ye some of me stew, if ye'd like. T' lads always like me stew.

Aye, I would like that. Who are these lads you speak of? [More Durin family members? Please say yes. Thorin was a wee lad to him.]

Fili'n Kili... think ye be their grandsire. [ Bombur smiles, he has a large family of his own with a lovely, plump wife and no less than fourteen dwarflings. ]

They always like me stew'n heaps of it!

[There's the slightest bow of the head from the prince.]

Dragons are a terrible foe, o king. I should hope that you'll find none in that place and that you and your grandson will find a great deal to speak of.

[Hello there, Legolas. Yes, Thror knows of you and your father.]

Greetings, master elf. Aye, they strike a chill in every dwarf's heart. The same with elves too I imagine.

I do not wish any ill will among my kin. Least not Thorin.

Aye, they do. I've lived long enough only to see one dragon wreak havoc upon the lands but I recall the tales of the many lives lost among my kin and others.

Nor do I.

I have fought such a cold drake in the Grey Mountains many years ago. Alas, many were lost that day. Becoming king after my kin perished, taking back Erebor.

It was some salvation but none can bring those back from the dead. They're lives were not lost in vain though. Every dwarf brings his stout heart and warrior's skill into the next world.

A terrible way to take up a crown but, alas, that is the way of life.

[His father had taken up his crown after Oropher's death in the Battle of the Last Alliance, after all.]

Indeed, they do. And they are still honored among their kin who remain, I am sure.

Aye, 'tis true. A dwarf must do what his forefathers set out for him to do. Fate was set upon me at the hour of need.

How is your father, Legolas?

And you met that challenge.

He is well although he is still distrusting of most outsiders to our forest.

Aye, I did. [He was proud. So much so.]

Do you still have trouble in the Greenwood? Rumours of spiders and other such filth.

We do. Great spiders dwell there now, orcs and goblins venture into the forest. We've had to increase the number of patrols that go into the forest each day. It keeps my kin and I busy.

I am sure it does. Ill times for us all, my friend.

Yet, we must not let these evil spawn of Sauron win. They cannot win.

And they won't. We keep diligent to prevent them from spreading to far into the forest and keep them from leaving when we can.

Then we are more alike than you think, master elf. Even in dark times, allies are hard to come by and must be held close at all costs.

I've never doubted it. And what better allies to have than the dwarves. In fact, my closest friend and ally is a dwarf. Gimli, son of Gloin.

Gimli, son of Gloin? I have heard of Gloin and I have heard he has a young son. But is he not a boy in your world, Legolas?

By the time that I will be joining you, he is a fully grown dwarf and quite fearsome in battle.

Fearsome? Aye, the line of Gloin is fearsome, that's for sure. [He felt a smile tug at his lips.]

Does he favour an axe like his father?

Oh yes, he does. In fact, it is his fathers axe that he makes use of.

[Dori just isn't dressed for an audience with the King under the Mountain at all and to his horror he notices that his best shoes are the cobbler and he feels nauseous just looking at him in all his splendor... what would he think of him? He reaches for the smelling salts attached to a pouch on his belt with a trembling hand.]

[Ah, another of his kin come to marvel at his beard bling perhaps?]

Greetings, master dwarf. What brings you here?

[After mentally accepting that the King won't actually walk right past him, Dori offers him his mos ~~forced pleasant smile.]~~

Well... I've ALWAYS hoped to meet you, Your Majesty. Although not in my least flattering pair of shoes.

Your shoes look fine to me, master dwarf. Quality dwarven ones by the look of it and no less. What be your name?

Why yes, expensive dwarven shoes... although gone to pot since I've had them for over a decade. [Dori reaches up to pat his hair down.]

I am Dori ~~son of who knows, brother of... known thief Nori?~~ brother of Ori, me beloved younger brother.

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Then, I welcome you to Erebor, Dori brother of Ori. [He nodded.]

What line of work are you in? Trader? Miner?

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[Wonders which part of his appearance screams 'miner', but he'll suspect either the shoes or his rather untidy eyebrows.]

Silk merchant, your Majesty. [Dori knits scarves and vests and the like and sells them at the market... about one percent of the thread he uses is silk. Close enough?]

[Mining is a good, honest line of work. All those shiny stones to dig up *cough*]

Silk merchant? Hm. A good line of work, Dori. Is your brother Ori also a silk merchant?

[It wouldn't be for Dori, not with all the dirt.]

Why, yes, and a talented scribe. He is still very young, of course, but remarkably well-read and he's got ever such neat handwriting.

What is a Dragon?

[...]

What are you for that matter?

[The Secondborn? Surely not. /side-eyeing Ilúvatar now.]

You do not know of dragons? [Where has this elf been the last Age or two?]

I am a dwarf, master elf. Thror, son of Dain. King of Erebor.

[DEAD. Since BEFORE the Moon arose OKAY? geez.]

I do not. Hence my asking. You are frightened of lizards? [Slightly incredulous smirk, there.]

Dwarf. Unfamiliar names and places.

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Is your Leggy in any kind of game? Fancy dragonhaven? ;)

He's in two but I might be tempted to look at a third :3

Re: Ooohh, Thror likes elves, unlike his grandson. It uh, happened after he uh, you know....

Well, elves are awesome! And ooh~?

Re: True, they are. Although, dwarves rock too :D

They do! :3 *wraps self around all the dwarves*

Re: saw your app. excited >_<

I hope he gets in!

Re: so do I :)

Re: so do I :)

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yo, s'up, dude?

I'm Bombur :D Decided to tag you as Dori as well

Re: Ah, of course XD I'm Thorin too :P

FTW!

Re: Thanks :D

YW :D

Re: Awesome :D

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sob hope this isn't too late

Re: of course not! Nice to meet you, Feanor ;)

you may change your mind about that, as he's sort of an ass. ;)

They do! :3 wraps self around all the dwarves