Quest 1: A Wild Dwarf Appears! [Dictated/Action][Open to all - let me know if I messed up!!]

[fuckelves]

[Where is he? Why is there a book in his hand?]

...from the make of this place, I'd say this is Elf sorcery...

[To appease his curiosity, Thorin opens the book and finds not only his name, but the words he spoke not seconds ago written inside.]

...definitely Elf devilry.

[He tilts a brow and observes his surroundings - seems to be a lobby of some sort. Dwarves don't typically live in castles, so he knows this is not the work of his kind - and his kind would never demand the sacrifice that this castle did.]

Where in Mahal's beard am I?

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[fuckelves]

[He stares in disbelief. The fact that she's unaware of the sins of her kind actually makes his blood boil.]

Surely you jest!! How in Durin's name can you not know?? That bastard Thranduil brought an army to the mountain, and when he saw the destruction he fled like a scared child!

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, she's aware of many sins that her kind have committed. This just isn't one of them.]

The Elvenking of Mirkwood no more consults me regarding the movements of his army than I would consult him regarding mine. Or do you assume all Elves are of one mind?

[fuckelves]

Why wouldn't I assume such a thing? If one of the royal Elves makes a decision, the others back him up, do they not?

[Because Dwarves don't do the precise same thing...]

[inafadingcrown]

[For a second she looks as though she's going to laugh, but she keeps it under control and manages to maintain a serious face.]

Clearly, you have much to learn of Elven politics.

[fuckelves]

There is nothing I wish to learn regarding anything Elven.

[Even if it could end up helping him somehow in the end.]

[inafadingcrown]

Shall I refrain from offering an introduction, then?

[fuckelves]

I will not stop you if you elect to introduce yourself.

[He was brought up a regal Dwarf, after all. He knows how to behave politely, he just doesn't like to around Elves.]

But I will have you know my name, if nothing else. I am Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror - King Under the Mountain.

[inafadingcrown]

[She had suspected as much when Erebor was mentioned. This makes the timeline confusion here even more interesting.

But Galadriel is nothing if not polite, even if her manners are a bit strained at the moment, so she does dip her head in acknowledgement.]

And I am Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien and the Galadhrim.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin can feel the ethereal magic about this Elf woman, so he knows that even without her title she is something of a special case.]

[He gives her the shortest and quickest of nods - as if he's worried someone will see him politely acknowledging an Elf.]

How came you by this place?

[inafadingcrown]

In much the same manner as you, I would assume. I found myself here, through no choice of my own.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin nods, crossing his arms and glancing away for a moment, contemplating if he should ask this next question or not.]

Did it take something from you, as well?

[inafadingcrown]

[There's an almost imperceptible pause before she answers. After two years, it's still a sore point.]

I did. And so did all who reside here; they have taken to calling it a "loss."

[fuckelves]

[Thorin's face grows hard and stern. Clearly he is not the only one suffering in this place.]

I see. Aptly named - though I would personally prefer "stolen"...

[He's a little touchy about having his stuff taken from him...]

[inafadingcrown]

The term was coined long before my arrival here. [She really doesn't care what they call it. She just resents that there's a need for the term at all.]

[fuckelves]

It was not my intention to criticize you or your wording.

[Surprisingly! Even more surprisingly is the fact that he's sort of apologizing for the misunderstanding...Thorin's growing up!!]

[inafadingcrown]

I realize. [Careful, Thorin. Keep this up and she might get the idea that you will reason with elves.]

[fuckelves]

Very well, then there is no harm done.

[...oh no...he can't let that happen!]

[inafadingcrown]

[She gives another little nod.] I should tell you also that this place is known to alter those it has brought here according to its whims.

[fuckelves]

So I've heard. What experiences have you had with this?

[He's curious, and trying to collect as much information as possible.]

[inafadingcrown]

I have been spared the worst of it, thankfully. Yet I did experience a return to my youth, if you will, and there have been times when all the residents of the castle were made human.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin staggers for a moment; reverting to a younger age does not bother him, but becoming Human? No, he couldn't deal with that.]

What?? Human? Ridiculous!! How is one meant to deal with such punishments?

[inafadingcrown]

One endures. There is little else that may be done. [Believe her, Thorin, she's not crazy about it either.]

[fuckelves]

[Thorin crosses his arms before his chest and mutters something in Khuzdul, something to the effect of "I guess you're right" - which he would never say in the common tongue, lest word spread that he agreed with an Elf.]

So what mischief does an Elf make to find amusement in this place?

[A more polite version of this question would be "What do you do for fun?"]

[inafadingcrown]

[Unfortunately, that's the sort of wording that gets you in trouble, Thorin.]

I do not make any sort of mischief and I will thank you not to imply otherwise.

[fuckelves]

Fine. What do you do to amuse yourself here?

[He's obviously not trilled about having to change his wording, but that's what he gets for being a jerkface.]