derping with the boggins. no plans, just tentatively voice testing.

[experting]

No contract? Ah, well, I cannot say I'm an expert on how these... agreements— [ Yes, that word will do, ha. ]—are meant to work, but without a contract, there is no place to sign. And if I cannot sign, well, I suppose I have not agreed to this agreement. [ Ha! ]

Yes. So. [ Straightening his already straightened jacket. ]

If you would not mind, I think I will be... leaving. [ Ahem, yes; keep it up, don't lose that backbone now. ] … Which I will be doing in a moment. That is to say, actually... ah, right now? [ No no no, that hadn't been a question! He is leaving this instant! Or... oh, wait. ] … Soon. Yes, that sounds better. [ Because... how is he supposed to leave this place?

So not fidgeting. Much. ]


… This way... or is it that? [ Pointing until his arms cross one another and no. He's talking to himself; not asking for help, thank you very much, hmph. ] … And there are no signs. Hm. Typical.

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ghajkdsf yes THE SASSY KING AND HIS COURT sd;aghfkjl

[woodking]

The wizard and dwarves? Honestly, I would have expected little more of their race. Your company harassed my people at their merrymaking three nights, one after another, and then refused to explain your presence in my forest.

[The dwarves then went on to act like jerks - or Thorin did, at least, which Thranduil for one found completely unsurprising. Bilbo, however, no matter what company he might keep....]

ffffffffffffff sassy, swaggy king

[experting]

[ …..... So that's what he has to look forward to? Dwarves being exceptionally dwarvish? His heart does warm with hope, however slightly, at merrymaking, thinking that maybe, for once, their journeying isn't shrouded with the usual death-defying occurrences, but he's too busy pinching the pressure point between his brows and bridge of his nose to think too much of it, because dwarves. First, they barged into his home and rudely cleared out his pantry without even asking, oh! Second, ha, broken furniture and rowdy feasting in Rivendell. Now, excessive dwarvishness disturbing all those within earshot. How can dwarves have such little concept of others and others' things?

Embarrassed. Yes, he's embarrassed on their behalf, because, ha, he's quite certain they will not, didn't, feel it on their parts. ]

Likely, there wasn't an apology. [ From them. Wait, had he apologized though? For them? Considering this for a fraction of a moment and then, there, he's rushing to make amends. ] My apologies. Now. If I, ah, didn't apologize... then? [ His face dips down and now he's, vaguely, pointing his fingers in this direction, that direction, trying to make sense of what definitely doesn't make sense to him. ] I am certain I would have... but, ah... if, if... I didn't, you have my apologies. Now. [ Hadn't he just said that? ]

natural consequence of riding the swag stag

[woodking]

I would not have expected such of their ilk - courtesy among dwarves is a rare thing. And, though you offered no apology, you later offered some recompense.

[In the form of an excessively pretty necklace. Which yes, was because Bilbo felt bad about stealing his food and not because the dwarves were little snots but it's okay Bilbo he doesn't hold the actions of your whole company against you.]