[dictated, action; idk how these things work]

[gottheballs]

[Considering the circumstances, Bofur really doesn't look too surprised or confused to suddenly be walking through the halls of an enormous castle. His head is tilted back so he can better see around; he's not even five feet tall, after all.]

Well bless me. Never seen anyplace this fancy!

[He'll just be roaming the halls and admiring the place with many loud comments made to no one in particular. Later on, perhaps, he'll start to get concerned as to how he actually got here, but for now, he's enjoying himself, journal tucked into his knapsack and a mattock strapped to his back.]

Comments

[Action]

[fuckelves]

[Thorin was in his room, idly securing one of his braids when he heard that very familiar voice. He pauses, and even halts his breathing to help him hear better. Could it...could it be?]

[The heir of Durin peeks his head out of his door and looks down the hall.]

[Even from behind, he'd know that ridiculously awesome hat.]

...is the castle punishing me again...or...

BOFUR!!

[Action]

[gottheballs]

[Woah hey that is his name. Yelled very loudly. Startled, Bofur turns, looking back, to recognize the dwarf king. A smile spreads across his face and he sweeps an obnoxious bow.]

Th' one an' only! 'Lo, Your Majesty.

[Foreverrr]

[fuckelves]

[Thorin can't fight the grin that breaks across his face. He races down the hallway before Bofur to look him over.]

You don't seem to be one of the castle's illusions...is it really you, old friend??

[gottheballs]

[He laughs and goes so far as to tip his hat.]

It truly is. Sounds as if you've been 'avin' some strange adventures on your own.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin sighs and moves to pat Bofur on the shoulder - partially to assure himself that Bofur's actually there.]

You have no idea...

[gottheballs]

[Bofur just grins. It's nice to feel wanted, particularly by the king of all people.]

Now then, what is this place?

[fuckelves]

This is the castle Paradisa. Wish for anything from the castle, even items from our home, and it will deliver. However, there is a price. Every so often the castle will punish you in some form or another.

[Thorin's just not going to talk about how it turned him into a baby dragon...]

And these -

[He pulls his journal from his heavy coat.]

Have you used yours yet?

action;

[unexpected_adventures]

[Bilbo does a double take, as he sees a new dwarf wandering around the halls of the castle. It was not what he expected. At all. Frowning, he walked closer and realised who it was. The hat gave it away immediately.]

Bofur?

action;

[gottheballs]

[Bofur's admiring a vase when Bilbo speaks, startling him enough to drop it. He cringes, waiting for the crash, but somehow, it doesn't shatter, and Bofur relaxes, finally turning to face the other.]

Bilbo! 'Lo there, lad!

[unexpected_adventures]

[Bilbo gasped, as he saw Bofur drop a vase. Was that his fault? Probably. But, the castle could repair things, couldn't it?]

Are there any others with you? More of the company or just you? It's good to see you again, Bofur. Thorin and I have missed you.

[gottheballs]

[Bofur huffs at him.] What, 'm I not good 'nough for you?

[He grins to show he was joking and ruffles Bilbo's hair.] Good t' see you too, lad.

[unexpected_adventures]

Of course not! That isn't what I meant, Bofur. [Bilbo smirked. He knew the dwarf was messing around, as he often did.]

Thorin is here and I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you.

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, that's certainly not something that she expected to see while returning from the library. Galadriel pauses and offers a little smile.]

I fear this place is not always as splendid as it appears, Master Dwarf.

[gottheballs]

[Oh wow, pretty elf lady! Bofur pauses in his investigating to gaze up at her, green eyes widening.

If the circlet on her brow means anything, she's high born. He smiles and tips his hat, giving her a polite little bow.]

If it's 'ome t' any as lovely as you, Milady, then I reckon it can't be too bad, aye?

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, she has a charmer on her hands, doesn't she? She gives a little laugh]

Alas, I have found myself here through much the same circumstances as you have. It is no more my home than yours. [Or perhaps its as much his home as hers. It's all a matter of perspective.]

[gottheballs]

[He smiles at that soft laugh. Good, he's making a good impression.]

If y' don't mind my sayin', I still think havin' y'self 'round will make f'r pleasant comp'ny.

[How bad can it be, really?]

[inafadingcrown]

[Now how could she possibly mind that?]

That is quite an assumption, knowing as little of me as you do. [She could be a horrible person. You don't know!] Might I ask your name?

[gottheballs]

S'pose it's just a chance I'll 'ave t' take. [He grins, quite enjoying himself.]

Bofur, at y' service. [Bofur bows yet again.]

[inafadingcrown]

A pleasure, Master Bofur, though I wish we were meeting under more pleasant circumstances. [She gives a dip of her head in response.] I am Galadriel, Lady of Lórien.

[Dictated]

[thebestseller]

Fancy doesn't even begin to cover it, friend. New here, I assume?

[Dictated]

[gottheballs]

[Something is talking to him. Bofur spins around a few times before he realizes it must be in his knapsack and pulls out an unfamiliar journal. Is it...talking? It looks like there's some squiggles that he can't read in it.

He'll just answer and hope he's heard. Must be an object of magic.]

Aye, jus' found m'self 'ere.

[Dictated]

[thebestseller]

[Castle hears the rustling around. Ah. He'd forgotten the weirdess of finding the magic journal for the first time.]

Yep, I'm coming from the journal. You just talk or write into it and your words appear in the journal of everyone else in this castle.

[Dictated]

[gottheballs]

[Bofur flicks through the pages, and though he recognizes the runes as Cirth, he can't read them. One of the holes in his education, though it hasn't caused much of a problem in the past.]

Well now, ain't that handy magic!

[Dictated]

[thebestseller]

It's awesome. Though... other liquids come through, too, so mind you don't spill any tea or beer on it.

[Dictated]

[gottheballs]

I'll do m' best. [Just a moment...]

Did y' say beer? Don't s'pose there's a place 'round 'ere I could find some?