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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]

I-It's-- She blames me. You've simply been recruited as punishment. Don't be angry, Thorin.

[kinginexile]

How can I not be angry?

[He's being used to hurt the hobbit, why wouldn't he angry? Furious even!]

I do not see how you are to blame for any of this!

[burgling]

I try not to argue with her, Thorin. Not when she's in this mood.

[kinginexile]

Then I shall have words with her, if you will not.

[burgling]

Thorin--

I doubt that's a good idea when your writer and hers are so often in league.

[kinginexile]

So much like in the havens I should just let everything happen? I should sit by and do nothing?

[burgling]

Thorin, please--

[Please don't be upset. It only amuses them.]

[kinginexile]

[He'll inhale sharply to keep himself from arguing with the hobbit.]

I do not like this.

[burgling]

At least there is some respite with you simply becoming...small...

[kinginexile]

I find no humor in that.

[burgling]

Well. I do. You're quite charming with that voice.

[kinginexile]

[Thorin will just look unimpressed. He's no fun, ever.]

[burgling]

[He still likes you. A lot. A ton. See? He's putting in bead now!]

[kinginexile]

[... his expression softens at that and he'll clear his throat.]

You do not have to wear them.

[burgling]

I'd like to. Help me fix them.

[kinginexile]

[He will help, Bilbo, even if he's unsure of what to think about this. Considering what this had meant in the havens with Bofur.]

... I would not have you humor me, just to make things better, Master Baggins.

[Thorin will say, not sounding angry, more tired, sad, as if he thinks that's all this is about. Bilbo just trying to cheer him up, which he appreciates, but well. Yeah. Still, fingers will touch over the bead now in Bilbo hair, lingering.]

But is is fetching on you.

[burgling]

I wasn't allowed to bring the others. And these are just as beautiful, Thorin.

[He'll wear them with pride.]

I'm sorry about... The misunderstanding. I hadn't meant to cause and argument. Or for you to go to so much trouble for me.

is is =/= it is, silly self lol

[kinginexile]

I am glad they please you.

[There is a slight shake of his head and his hand will pull back, resting at his side.]

There was no trouble, I am only sorry most of our time spent in the havens was made of misunderstandings. That I made you so uncomfortable. I had wanted us to be past all that.

<3

[burgling]

It is my writer at fault, Thorin, for not allowing me to remember the mountain top.

[Again he touches the beads.]

And she will stop permitting me from knowing what it is like to wear braids.

[kinginexile]

That does not account for other things, for my behavior.

[It's just how he is, but he knows that some of his more stubborn and angrier qualities weren't easy for the halfling to handle.]

If you ever need reminding, I, Thorin Oakenshield, will be at your service.

[And he will even give a slight bow to Bilbo.]

[burgling]

[Yeah, sorry bowing won't do. Especially because this particular Bilbo is doomed and he knows it. He flings his arms around Thorin oh so tightly. Very soon from now, he will fade into nothing. And that will be that.]

Thank you, Thorin.

[kinginexile]

[He's still mid bow when Bilbo hugs him and it's a surprise needless to say. Much like the one he'd given Bilbo, the one he hadn't remembered before. It takes a second for him to register what's going on before his own arms come up and return the hug, giving a small squeeze.]

There is no thanks to give, but you are welcome all the same, Bilbo.