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[kinginexile]

What can I say of it? There is nothing that can be done. We shall all think him dead and gone and the dragons will give us no answers as always.

[Frustrating. Always so frustrating. Thorin did not like feeling so helpless, like he could do nothing to change their circumstances. So far that had been the case.]

Leave me be, I have no desire to speak with you any longer.

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[burgling]

For what it's worth? I'm sorry, Thorin.

[kinginexile]

Master Baggins...

[Don't look sad. Don't look sad, Thorin. He'll school his face as best he can, but he can never hide his emotions in those eyes of his.]

There is no apology you owe me.

[burgling]

Things did not happen as planned. So. So, yes, yes I do owe you that. And likely more.

[kinginexile]

Plans change.

[He says it matter of fact.]

But you are safe, aye? Even if in the havens I do not know this... knowing it here, tis some relief.

[burgling]

Plans change, yes.

I'm... Well I'm absolutely sure that I will come again to the Havens. Perhaps not the one you knew but there are other mes you can all get to know!

[He will not speak of his safety. He doesn't know. His writer actually hopes for the worst.]

[kinginexile]

Perhaps, tis possible.

[But even if it is still Bilbo that comes to the havens again, they will not have the same memories as him, will they? It will be Bilbo, but not... Bilbo. For the best surely, things had been getting complicated as it were.]

... so we can. [And Thorin is silent as he contemplates something, a hand moving into his coat. Fingers are curled around something as he pulls his hand out and he'll motion for Bilbo to come closer and he'll gently reach for his hand to hold it palm up.]

I could never give these to you before, but I would like you to have them now.

[There will be beads placed into Bilbo's hand, one's he'd made him sometime ago, but could not give him because of circumstance.]

[burgling]

[No. Bilbo's hand shakes as he looks at the beads. No.]

Thorin...

[That's the sound of one hobbit's heart breaking.]

Thorin, why--

[kilimanjaro]

[This doesn't look like the kind of Thorin Kili should approach.

But he does anyway.]

Thorin? [He bites his lip, rocks on his heels.] ...Someone died?

[kinginexile]

No. Though where my scribe has me currently I do not have this knowledge, so I shall think it so.

[kilimanjaro]

[...Yeah, you lost him there. Kili blinks in confusion but decides not to ask.

There's another long, awkward pause.] Could...could you come hunting with me, Uncle? There's a boar I've been trying to catch...

[kinginexile]

[Poor Kili, so easily confused. Though the sudden change of subject might be good for Thorin, dwelling on things he cannot change are just going to make him more miserable.]

What would you have me do, Kili? I've no bow to help you hunt it.

[kilimanjaro]

[Oh. Right.]

But you have a sword!

[kinginexile]

Which is only useful if I can get close enough. Perhaps I could drive it towards you, make it easier for you to get a proper shot off.

sorry! dwarves are just so awesome to her

[fotlenke]

бЯ∑∑₮ⅰибㄅ ◊ﾓ ₮ｻ∑ ๒Яⅰбｻ₮∑ㄅ₮ ∂∆ㄚㄅ!

[kinginexile]

[Thorin's not sure what's being said to him. So he'll just... raise his brows at this, what he assumes is, a daughter of man. With some strange foreign tongue.

He does however offer a slight nod in greeting.]

[fotlenke]

[ She frowns when she doesn't receive usual return greetings, and her brow furrows slightly, and her mouth curves. ]

You do not know Dwarven? [ Maybe it's the Norwegian accent. ]

lol sorry most of that just looked like boxes to me

[kinginexile]

[... was that what that was supposed to be? Thorin will not reply to her in Khuzdul as really, why would a daughter of man know the speech of his people? They shouldn't.]

Of course, but you should not.

it's okay. Marvel Dwarven is dif from Khuzdul in sounds and signage.

[fotlenke]

I was taught by the Dwarves. [ She sticks her lower lip out a bit, so Thorin can see that she's a little put out by his statement. ] They are my dearest friends since I was but a babe.

Good good, now I don't feel so foolish.

[kinginexile]

Then they are not any dwarves from the lands of my people. Tis forbidden to teach our tongue to those not our kind.

[And his arms cross over his chest as he contemplates this woman. She looks young, very much so. She would not be able to learn proper Khuzdul in her years. Not that what she'd spoken had sounded much like his language. Similar, but different enough that he'd been lost at what she'd spoken to him.]

[hopeforhumanity]

I'm sorry that your friend disappeared, sir. Grandfather always told me though that, as long as you keep the memories of them with you, they'll never really be gone.

So... you should try that.

[kinginexile]

Sometimes memories are not enough.

[Remembering his father, brother, his grandfather, it did not bring him any comfort. Only sadness, much as the memories of his home in Erebor.]

[hopeforhumanity]

I guess not but isn't it better than having nothing at all?

[kinginexile]

I would rather the person than a mere memory.

[hopeforhumanity]

I think everyone would, when they lose someone they care about. Your friend wouldn't want you to be sad, would he? Wouldn't he want you to think of happy things?

[kinginexile]

No, but he was important, even if I did not always think so.

Without him everything is lost. [They need their burglar for this quest after all. Or maybe Thorin is just being melodramatic.]