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[woodking]

What hope have you of playing me when you cannot even write an application? You still do not have the icons you need, as we both well know, as you find yourself lacking the expression you want more often than not when you try posting with me. You are still attempting to sum up my abilities rather than focusing on history, or personality, or even samples.

The books you need are yours: read them. Stop wasting my time. If you wish this to continue, put forth the necessary effort. If you've realized the folly of your ways, let me return to my home and my people.

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[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Cheerfully:] Ah, but how can one not be intimidated by a history so long and well lived as your own, my lord.

[woodking]

[Dryly:] If she cannot overcome that, what business has she in this attempt?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

She may yet, only time will tell. And she is not alone in this task as mine still has her own studying to do.

[woodking]

Perhaps, though yours is further than mine is.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

By pure chance alone, I would imagine. So easily distracted as she is.

[woodking]

It seems to be a common affliction.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

So it does but they are only human.

[woodking]

Which itself should have made them realize they were unqualified.

[He sounds a little resigned]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

I doubt very much that they care about qualifications. It is for their own entertainment that they do this.

[It'll be okay, dad. It shouldn't be all that bad... Hopefully.]

[favours_thebow]

You are being sent there too? [Elves too?]

[woodking]

As is my son.

[favours_thebow]

[Great. More elves to worry about.]

Do you know much about the place we are being sent to?

[woodking]

Aside from it being a place which requires physical contact?

[favours_thebow]

I am not sure I am comfortable with touching strangers. [He only hugged his brother and punched him sometimes for a laugh.]

Do elves touch one another regularly? [He's curious. Sorry.]

[woodking]

No more I.

[His voice is slightly dry]

As with any species, it depends most on the individual. Or is every dwarf identical?

[It's a slightly mocking question, because really, Kili?]

[favours_thebow]

No, we are not identical. No more than you elves are. [He won't mention what he thought of your species, Thranduil. He had a hard time figuring out the male elves from the females.]

It is said that we need to have bodily contact with others....to survive.

[woodking]

[Why, when you can tell your own apart? Female dwarves have beards as well, after all.]

Not, perhaps, survive, but to spare oneself pain.

[Which will not be fun. Elves don't GET sick. It just doesn't HAPPEN.]

[favours_thebow]

I don't fancy any of it. [Was he sulking somewhat? Perhaps. Dwarves didn't go around touching people. It just wasn't done. Head butting is one thing but...kissing and hugging....too girly.]

It will impugn our masculinity I fear. [Pfffft, Kili.]

[woodking]

[Okay you are just getting a look now, Kili. No words, just a look. A silent, somewhat judging, slightly mocking kind of LOOK.]

[favours_thebow]

[What? He wasn't directing the question at you, Thranduil. It was just a fact that dwarves are masculine in appearance. Well, the males are, anyhow.]

[woodking]

If you are concerned about the effect of affection upon your masculinity, it seems doubtful that it had much strength to begin with.

[favours_thebow]

[Hey...what are you trying to say, elf? Kili is just as strong as his brother or Thorin. He wants to be like his uncle in every way. Even adopt his hatred towards your kin.]

Are you insulting me, elf king? You would do wise not to.

[woodking]

I was merely making a statement of fact. One with confidence in himself need not concern himself with something so petty.

[The most disparaging look. Come at him, bro.]

[favours_thebow]

You must be full of confidence then, your majesty. [Don't push it, Kili.]

The facts are true enough, as we all have to abide by their rules to survive. This game does not let us think otherwise. [See? He could use big words too, when he wanted.]

[woodking]

Enough, certainly, that I need only concern myself with the reflection on my station and not on my gender.

[After all, as a monarch he needs to hold himself slightly aloof. Not with regards to anything else.]

To survive normally, perhaps. If you do not wish your powers to fade, and then your body and mind. There has been no word on the final result of noncompliance being death.

[favours_thebow]

[Just keep thinking what you want to think, Thranduil. This dwarf is not vain. No matter what people may think. He's still trying to grow a decent beard after all. That is beside the point..]

I would rather take my chances with surviving, than dying within a strange world. The quest is more important, that my survival stay intact. The final result? I would rather not hear that, as it sounds ominous.