Muse is looking for other Dwarves (Kili/Fili hopefully!) and app in progress

[fuckelves]

All right, I'll admit that at first I was totally averse to the idea of playing these games of yours.

But this sitting around waiting doesn't suit me either. I'm a Dwarf of action, by thunder! I can't be lounging about like some gluttonous goblin - I need my comrades, I need something to do dammit!!

So figure out what you want to do with me, buckle down and get that app done!

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[unexpected_adventures]

Thorin? Is your mundane looking to apply you to Paradisa? It's a nice game where you can live inside a castle. I'd welcome the company if you do become a resident. [He offered the dwarf a smile.]

[fuckelves]

Dwarves belong in mountains, not castles. Castles are for....Elves...

I'm not thrilled about it, but yes, she is. But, as I said, I can't be sitting around all day as I have been. And if you're there I suppose it's not all bad. I confess myself anxious for it, in truth.

But I'm not thrilled with all my mundane's ideas for my payment! Bargaining away memories and objects like they're nothing...she'd do well not to even think about messing with my family memories!!

[favours_thebow]

Uncle? What's this about a game? My mundane has been trying to get me into several but they can't make up their mind. If you're going into one, I may try and persuade him to app me in too.

[fuckelves]

With you and Mr. Baggins there, nephew, I suspect my torment would lessen significantly - I might even be able to enjoy myself!

[Dear Mahal in heaven...imagine that!!]

Yes, my mundane is evidently sending me to this Paradisa place. According to our burglar it's not so bad. To my knowledge there are no other Dwarves there now.

[Thorin reaches out and squeezes Kili's shoulder]

But, as with everything in life, there is a heavy price to staying in this place. Be sure you're willing to pay it, boy - I'd hate to see you suffer.

[inafadingcrown]

Far be it from me to wish the castle upon another, but I will admit that I have found it strange that I have seen no dwarves in my time there. [Which may be her way of saying that she thinks the place might benefit from a few.]

[fuckelves]

Ah, so the rumors are true, the Witch of Lothlorien lurks in Cair Paradisa.

[The Elf word puts a bad taste in his mouth]

If I encounter any of your Elf trickery while I'm there, so help me Mahal, I'll waste no time putting my Orcrist to your throat!

[Forgetting that Orcrist is an Elf blade, Thorin? Regardless, this is as close as he'll ever get to saying that he's relieved others of his world will be there in Paradisa]

[inafadingcrown]

You threaten me with a sword forged by my kin whilst swearing by a Vala who once took me as his pupil. I will credit you for boldness, though not for tact.

[fuckelves]

I didn't-! It's not-! I mean-! .....Bah!!

[Frustrated Thorin is frustrated]

You got my point, witch! I'll not fall prey to one of your Elf spells so easily! We Dwarves have magic of our own, don't forget!

[inafadingcrown]

[She frustrates everyone, Thorin, even other elves. It's okay.]

You know very little of me if you think I am one to underestimate your race. I have passed through the halls of Khazad-dûm and seen their wonder; I remember, too, the friendship of old between the elves of Eregion and Durin's folk.

Whatever dangers you will face in Paradisa, I will not be among them. I have no quarrel with you. [Even if she can already tell that you will get on her nerves.]

[fuckelves]

[Thorin growls, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that Elves and Dwarves once called each other 'friend' - those days were certainly over and done! At least for him and his clan they were, as far as he was concerned.]

Make sure it stays that way, witch. My friction with Elves may not have started with you, but they certainly apply to you!

[Don't take it personally, Galadriel. He hates all Elves equally. ...Well, except for a certain blonde king in Mirkwood...He gets a very special place on Thorin's shit list.]

[inafadingcrown]

'Lady' is my proper title, if you will. You may also address me as 'Lady Galadriel,' if you would prefer. I do not ask that you enjoy my presence, but if you do come to the castle you will be forced to endure it for a time and I will be addressed with some measure of civility, if not respect.

[fuckelves]

[...yeah...about that...]

I can call you 'witch', or I can call you 'Elf'. I am King Under the Mountain, I will not be told how I should and should not address someone! You think you can scare me, Elf? I was within inches of Smaug's horrible teeth. I watched him burn my people to ashes. I watched your kind turn their back to me when I begged for help.

You frighten me not.

I have no reason to respect or be civil to anyone of your kind.

[inafadingcrown]

I know very well who you are, Thorin, son of Thráin. If you wish to claim the title of king, you should behave as a king should- with restraint, civility, and diplomacy. There is more to leadership than battles, more to conflict than open war, and if you do not learn to negotiate- yea, even with those who have wronged you- you will not keep your throne long.

[He won't anyway. But that's one spoiler that she's going to keep to herself.]

I have made not attempt to frighten you, nor do I have any wish to do so. [And if she does try, trust her, he'll know.] I have asked only the most basic courtesy due one ruler to another- nay, due one person to another. If you chose to hold me responsible for the actions of another, there is little I may do for it, but you must realize that I will not be alone in thinking you foolish.

[fuckelves]

[He stares very long and very hard. Clearly, he does not like the words the she-elf has spoken. Thorin will never admit it out loud, but he knows her to be right. He crosses his arms stubbornly before his chest and looks away, a scowl on his majestic face.]

[Yes, there is such a thing as a 'majestic' scowl.]

I will not ask your forgiveness, Lady. I do not believe that I am wrong here, and I do not believe I have said anything worth apologizing for. But I will indeed put an end to this argument - let it not be said that Thorin Oakenshield is a blundering Dwarf who drove his kingdom into the ground.

[inafadingcrown]

[She nods her head, satisfied enough with that reply. At least for now.]

And you have my thanks for that.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin waves off the comment, though not with as much disdain as he normally would.]

I do not ask for your thanks, Lady. But I will not spurn it either.

[gravedigs]

There's nothing wrong with lounging about, dude.

[fuckelves]

Boy, there is plenty wrong with lounging about.

It softens the mind, it dulls one's battle skills and leaves one open for ambush. Just to name a few.

[gravedigs]

What are you planning on battling in the magical memory-eating castle, exactly?

[fuckelves]

Whatever and whoever has the poor judgment to make an enemy of me.

Am I to presume that you're a resident of the castle as well?

[gravedigs]

Yeah, for a few weeks, anyway. But don't worry, I'm sure someone around will totally train with you or whatever so you don't get fat.

[fuckelves]

...Dwarves don't get fat, boy.

[That's a damn lie!!]

...all right they do. But Durin's kin do not. There must be adversaries of some sort to face there, are there not?

[gravedigs]

Okay, first of all, you can't keep calling me "boy." I'm like twice your height, it's weird. Also I have a name. [ A beat, and then enjoy your awkward little wave. ] Isaac, hi.

And... I dunno, not that I've seen yet? I mean, people probably just settle for fighting each other.

[fuckelves]

I'm over 100 years old and I'm King Under the Mountain. I'll call you what I like.

[All the same, in the interest of being polite, he'll try to avoid it...besides, the awkward wave made him chuckle.]

I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain - as I said.

[No, he will never introduce himself in any other way.]

You may call me just 'Thorin' if you like.

[gravedigs]

Wow. And you don't look a day over thirty.

What's even under a Mountain that you would rule over? [ Because Isaac is thinking: just worms. ]

[fuckelves]

The greatest of Dwarf kingdoms, Erebor, lies under the surface of the Lonely Mountain.

It has rivers of rich ores and jewels the size of your head, lad!

[He's not bragging at all. Nope.]