paradisa | [dictated/action] A Hobbit and his ramblings

[Bilbo thinks of what to say before scratching his quill onto his journal, as he's sitting under the large bows of a tree. He's outside once more, as he finds himself becoming a constant visitor the castle's grounds. The large tree just outside the castle walls is one of his favourite sitting spots. For either writing, reading or just relaxing. He is happy because Thorin has joined him within the castle. Now, he has more people from his own world. Something, this hobbit is pleased about.]

A curious question if you like, regarding the castle and it's choice of who it places inside it's walls. Thorin Oakenshield, my dwarf friend, has recently been brought here by the castle's choice. Did it know that I was thinking of having dwarven company? Or is the selection random? I am wondering if the castle knows what we are thinking all the time.

As if, it knows what I am writing at this very moment and is thinking of ways to sate my thoughts. Does the castle have an intelligence of some kind? I am just curious if anyone else thinks the same thing as me.

Or am I just rambling on like an old hobbit? My father would say I've had too much to drink and my mind starts rabbiting on about useless ideas. If someone thinks about having a friend or family member here, do they suddenly appear? As if by magic? [Bilbo stared at the page of his journal, before looking up at the moving clouds above.]

Well, that's about it. Another ramble by this hobbit and I hope someone can give me some feedback on my curiosity.

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What the fuck?

I beg your pardon?

[Joel spends most of his time sleeping or resisting the urge to vomit up the rich food he forces down, but every once in a while he looks at the journals. He looks at the journals and he thinks about life and stuff.]

You're a hobbit, huh?

Yes, I'm a hobbit. There is more than one of me roaming around the castle you know. Frodo Baggins, he's my cousin. [Bilbo stared up at the rough man. He looked like he'd been through a war by the scars and dirt on him.]

[He has vague memories of those hobbit books, or something like that, but he never really ran with that crowd when he was a kid. Needless to say he hasn't thought about fantasy as a genre in a long time.]

Right. [The driest. He appears to be flat-out rejecting the concept that he's speaking to a hobbit, though he knows what the castle does. Call it a defense mechanism.] Yeah, sorry about that. I'm still sorta new.

[Not the most enthusiastic apology, but there you go.]

That's alright. Perfectly understandable actually. [He nodded and offered the man a small smile. He did look rather rough and intimidating compared to Bilbo, who was a small, squishy hobbit.]

What's your name? If you don't mind me asking.

Joel.

[Well, now he knows that hobbits are polite little people. Good to know. He forces himself to adjust, slowly, crossing his arms over his chest and giving the little guy a closer look.

He spares a small nod in return.]

You didn't mention your own.

Bilbo Baggins, of Bag End. [Yes, he is always proud to mention his name and where he is from. Being the proud hobbit he is.]

How long have you been within the castle, Joel? If you don't mind me asking.

[He just stares, rubs his forehead a little. Bilbo Baggins of Bad End. He's having flashbacks all the way back to High School, the lunch table group that played Dungeons and Dragons or some shit.

Fucking bizarre.]

About two weeks, a little more. How about yourself?

[... Come to think of it, Frodo did mention a relative being here at some point. Before that conversation they had about dwarf women having beards. Weird coincidences.]

Sounds like rambling to me.

It isn't just rambling, as that was not what this journal entry was about. I am just curious if the selection of people here is random or not. If you were thinking about having your friend here, would they suddenly appear in the castle?

[He'd been teasing, but he's kind of proving his point anyway.]

That's a lot of responsibility to take on.

Well, yes, I suppose it is. But I think a lot and am wondering what other people think within the castle. Regarding the appearance of friends and the like.

Nobody likes to believe in coincidences.

Is that true? Well, what I have found out whilst adventuring, is that you can never take anything as it comes.

Adventuring, huh?

Yes, adventuring. I wasn't planning on having large adventures in my life....they just happened to me, you see?

Maybe it runs in the family.

If it worked that way, I think some of the people I know from home would still be here - or they would have come back not long after.

It is a nice thought, though. And I'm glad your friend showed up. Is he a miner?

[he just learned about dwarves recently, so he is somewhat eager to show his conscientiousness about them]

Oh, Thorin? No, he isn't a miner, even though he's a dwarf. [Oh no. Thorin is much more than a lowly miner.] He's future king of his homeland and a strong warrior. He's also a good blacksmith too. [Because Bilbo has heard stories from Balin.]

Wow. ... He sounds like quite the person to have on your side. ... Paradisa's pretty fond of taking royalty. We've had at least a couple of other kings, too.

He is. Oh? What other kings have you had here? Just out of curiosity of course. [Bilbo smiled shyly.]

I didn't actually know either of them, but one called himself the King in the North.

[he also doesn't know he's ... uh ... still here. just because the person you knew who knew him is gone, you assume they both are. good job, Gale.]

Unfortunately I think the way the castle chooses who it brings here will stay a mystery. I think about my sisters all the time and neither one of them have been here for almost a year.

Oh. I see. I just wasn't sure, that's all. This whole castle and how it works is still just a big mystery to me. Your sisters? Are they still back on your home world?

I've been here about two years and I know I still don't know everything about it. It's a mystery to all of us, really.

[She smiles]

Yes. Yes they are. I'll see them again when I go home... unless either of them show up here again.

Two years? That's quite a long time. Well, I hope you do get to see your sisters again, as I couldn't bare not seeing my dear home once more. My real home that is.

Thank you. I know that I'll go back home someday and they'll be there when I do.

Where's home for you?

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