back-thumpings (and half-hearted insults) all around between the dwarves and elves.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY LALALALA AND RAINBOWS AND SUNSHINE!
Thorin pondered his glimpse of Bilbo's dwelling as the terrain grew more rocky and the trees less towering. W
YES Ponder it! *meaningful look, though probably not as effective without bushy wizard eyebrows * Somehow it was strange to think that Bilbo had a place out there, a life that Thorin had no part in.
headdesk headdesk *headdesk * I think … guilt is a family disease with these...
It would take a mountain of gold to repay the hobbit, Thorin realized.
The kind of treasure still found deep within the halls of Khazad-dûm.
For a moment he let himself dream of it: retaking Durin's fabled halls, driving out the orcs and reclaiming the throne.
Ah noooo. But it is sooo fitting that the ring and the dwarves' natural hungering for gold and jewels go so well together. *sigh *
imagining himself ruling in splendor there, Balin at his side as his trusted counselor, Dwalin the chief of his guards, Fíli and Kíli his heirs.
If not for the sentence that follows it would be a lovely vision. Only Bilbo is missing.
Annoyingly, whenever he tried to imagine Bilbo as part of this life, the visions went wrong somehow. The Bilbo in his mind complained that the halls were cold and pointed out that his seat beside the great throne was hard and uncomfortable.
AHA! Also, very very nice. Well done, fantasy!Bilbo!
Thorin cut the fantasy short in exasperation, glaring at the real Bilbo so thunderously that the hobbit began to look uneasy.
YAY for the resistance of even imaginary hobbits!
And when he thought everyone else was asleep, Thorin slipped away from the camp, making his way back to the little gray marker and the hidden path that wound away from it, not noticing the small figure trailing silently behind him in the dark.
What on Middlearth is he up to?????? Good to see Bilbo is staying sharp.
"This is Mirrormere, Kheled-zâram.
OMG is this real? Or did you invent it? I am very fondly reminded of wonderful times spent on the mirrormere archive. OMG have you been a writer there???????
"Well, I'll never be as great as my great-grand-uncle Bullroarer Took either, I suppose. But you don't have to do great things to be a good person, you know? Isn't what matters in this world being happy and--and together?"
YES YES YES TOGETHER!!!! And it's so like Bilbo to compare his situation with Thorin's.
"You will never be able to understand my heart, Bilbo Baggins."
Bilbo trailed after him, fearing terribly that Thorin spoke more truly than he knew.
Ouch
his shoulders squared as if under a burden he had become accustomed to bearing.
Awww he's grown up. It's sad.
Fíli stopped and traced a pattern with his finger along the lines, breathing across it. The veins he touched glowed briefly, and there was a creaking, grinding sound.
Very cool.
Thorin nodded curtly and stepped forward, and Bilbo realized when he felt his heart sink that he had been hoping Thorin would defer to Fíli. But instead he brushed past his nephew and walked into the dark without a backward glance.
"Well," said Bilbo, looking at the blackness that had swallowed him.
Very nice paralleling. I'm holding onto the thought that the darkness is always blackest before dawn... and that the ring has to leave thorin.
Ah," said Bilbo. "Well, you are welcome to call me Mr. Boggins at any time if it makes you feel better."
Kíli chuckled. "Actually, I feel a bit better already." He bowed, sweeping a hand toward the gate. "Shall we?"
Ooh cliffhanger! But what a lovely little exchange between Kíli and Bilbo.
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Part 2
Date: 2013-11-06 06:59 pm (UTC)HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY LALALALA AND RAINBOWS AND SUNSHINE!
Thorin pondered his glimpse of Bilbo's dwelling as the terrain grew more rocky and the trees less towering. W
YES Ponder it! *meaningful look, though probably not as effective without bushy wizard eyebrows *
Somehow it was strange to think that Bilbo had a place out there, a life that Thorin had no part in.
headdesk headdesk *headdesk * I think … guilt is a family disease with these...
It would take a mountain of gold to repay the hobbit, Thorin realized.
The kind of treasure still found deep within the halls of Khazad-dûm.
For a moment he let himself dream of it: retaking Durin's fabled halls, driving out the orcs and reclaiming the throne.
Ah noooo. But it is sooo fitting that the ring and the dwarves' natural hungering for gold and jewels go so well together. *sigh *
imagining himself ruling in splendor there, Balin at his side as his trusted counselor, Dwalin the chief of his guards, Fíli and Kíli his heirs.
If not for the sentence that follows it would be a lovely vision. Only Bilbo is missing.
Annoyingly, whenever he tried to imagine Bilbo as part of this life, the visions went wrong somehow. The Bilbo in his mind complained that the halls were cold and pointed out that his seat beside the great throne was hard and uncomfortable.
AHA! Also, very very nice. Well done, fantasy!Bilbo!
Thorin cut the fantasy short in exasperation, glaring at the real Bilbo so thunderously that the hobbit began to look uneasy.
YAY for the resistance of even imaginary hobbits!
And when he thought everyone else was asleep, Thorin slipped away from the camp, making his way back to the little gray marker and the hidden path that wound away from it, not noticing the small figure trailing silently behind him in the dark.
What on Middlearth is he up to?????? Good to see Bilbo is staying sharp.
"This is Mirrormere, Kheled-zâram.
OMG is this real? Or did you invent it? I am very fondly reminded of wonderful times spent on the mirrormere archive. OMG have you been a writer there???????
"Well, I'll never be as great as my great-grand-uncle Bullroarer Took either, I suppose. But you don't have to do great things to be a good person, you know? Isn't what matters in this world being happy and--and together?"
YES YES YES TOGETHER!!!! And it's so like Bilbo to compare his situation with Thorin's.
"You will never be able to understand my heart, Bilbo Baggins."
Bilbo trailed after him, fearing terribly that Thorin spoke more truly than he knew.
Ouch
his shoulders squared as if under a burden he had become accustomed to bearing.
Awww he's grown up. It's sad.
Fíli stopped and traced a pattern with his finger along the lines, breathing across it. The veins he touched glowed briefly, and there was a creaking, grinding sound.
Very cool.
Thorin nodded curtly and stepped forward, and Bilbo realized when he felt his heart sink that he had been hoping Thorin would defer to Fíli. But instead he brushed past his nephew and walked into the dark without a backward glance.
"Well," said Bilbo, looking at the blackness that had swallowed him.
Very nice paralleling. I'm holding onto the thought that the darkness is always blackest before dawn... and that the ring has to leave thorin.
Ah," said Bilbo. "Well, you are welcome to call me Mr. Boggins at any time if it makes you feel better."
Kíli chuckled. "Actually, I feel a bit better already." He bowed, sweeping a hand toward the gate. "Shall we?"
Ooh cliffhanger! But what a lovely little exchange between Kíli and Bilbo.