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]

...granted.

[This is as close to him openly admitting that he will take up arms with Elves if he must as she's ever going to get.]

What sort of obstacles have you faced thus far, if you don't mind my asking?

[courageous_wit]

Recently we had to rescue friends from a ship that tampered with their minds. And then we had to run from giant lizard creatures. Those are just examples. It's different every time.

[fuckelves]

[Giant lizard creatures? Dragons, perhaps? Thorin's going to assume that she means 'Dragons'.]

So you have indeed faced some incredible horrors.

[This is Thorin-ese for 'I find this admirable.']

[courageous_wit]

That's only in the past few days. Some people have been here for years.

[fuckelves]

I see...so this is a frequent occurrence then.

[Thorin pauses before tilting a brow.]

What's your name, witch-lass?

[He doesn't mean it as an insult. She referred to herself as a witch when he asked before, so he figured she didn't mind being called such.]

[courageous_wit]

[that was supposed to be "months", not "days". /facepalm]

Hermione Granger. Just Hermione is fine.

[fuckelves]

[Eh, not like it matters - what is time in this place anyway?]

I see - a pleasure to meet you.

[Even if they do disagree.]

I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror - King Under the Mountain. If it pleases you, you may call me Thorin.

[courageous_wit]

So you are a descendant of a king! That's amazing! I'm very pleased to meet you, sir.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin chuckles a bit.]

Aye, lass. The title of King Under the Mountain passed from my grandfather and onto me upon his passing into Mahal's Hall.

It is a tradition I am proud to carry on.

[courageous_wit]

We have quite a few royals in Paradisa. You'll be in good company.

[fuckelves]

Indeed? Not royal Dwarves like myself though, I assume?

[Though truth be told, he's more a military general than a king. It's difficult to assert monarchical authority when your kingdom is hijacked by a dragon...]

[courageous_wit]

You would be the first I know of, sir.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin chuckles and waves his hand dismissively.]

You needn't call me sir, unless you feel that you absolutely must.

But yes, I wouldn't assume that there are many royal Dwarves in the world these days.

[As long as a certain blonde royal Elf from a certain forest isn't around, Thorin's fine with this.]

[courageous_wit]

All right... Thorin.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin gives a soft smile and bows his head a bit.]

I would not mind it terribly if we came upon each other in the castle.

[This is Thorinese for: "All right, I admit I like you, we should hang out!"]

[courageous_wit]

I would like that.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin nods a bit again.]

If you see me in the castle, or out on an expedition, please do not hesitate to call upon me.

[He rather enjoys debating with her, she's incredibly intelligent after all.]

[courageous_wit]

I hope you do the same, Thorin.

[fuckelves]

Aye, lass.

[Despite his smile, he feels a bit bad for referring to her as only 'lass'.]

It would be my pleasure, Hermione.