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[somethingprecious]

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[There is a very small (around three feet and some odd inches tall) man with large, furry feet running down the hall in a panic, his hand gripping an open journal. He looks very frazzled, clothes charred along with burn marks on his cheeks and feet like someone got a little too close to a wildfire.

Or a dragon.]

Thorin- Thorin!

[These halls aren't familiar to him, but then again neither are the halls of Erebor so off he goes in search for some Dwarves that aren't here in a place he has never stepped foot in before.]

We made a- a horrible mistake...! Oh no, oh no... [Bilbo slows down finally in the middle of a hallway, breathing out as his heart races ahead of him. He looks back down at the journal that just suddenly appeared on his person only a few moments ago, his thumb holding onto a few pages. Nothing about this makes sense.]

What have we done...

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[stainedglassreflections]

... Stepped too close to a fire, it looks like.

[ Sup little person. Don't mind some confused peering - Sion has never seen a grown-sounding person who was so small. Most of his friends are taller than him, after all. ]

... Or did you set something on fire?

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[somethingprecious]

[No doubt Bilbo is stunned, seeing this complete stranger in a place they shouldn't be.

That is, if Bilbo was where he should be. Which he is beginning to think he is not and that only furthers his panicked confusion.]

Who- Who are you?

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[stainedglassreflections]

[ The most stunned tiny man. ]

Sion Astal. And you?

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[ensorceler]

Master Baggins, whatever is your issue? What have you done?

[ Leave it to her to not even know that he left and came back. She's been doing other things, okay? ]

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[somethingprecious]

I- I'm sorry?

[Oh the journal talked to him! He must be going mad because he holds the journal up to peer at it curiously.]

Hello?

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[ensorceler]

[ Try not to sound too annoyed, Anne. ]

Yes, hello. It is Queen Anne. Are you unwell?

[woodking]

[A very tall elf glances down curiously at the little creature trotting down the hall. He's dressed elegantly, in clothes slightly richer than what he was used to at home, but the Castled seemed determined to provide velvets and brocade and silks which had been rarer at home. It matches the decor all around them, at least.]

If you are hunting for Master Oakenshield, I believe he is no longer here.

[somethingprecious]

[Bilbo jumps, startled at the Elvenking's sudden presence. Feeling the king's staring down at him makes his stomach twist uncomfortably, knowing that this time he is truly being seen unlike their last unknown encounter.

He stammers for a moment, trying to process how he could be standing right in front of Thranduil at all and what the elf just told him. Finally his mind catches up.]

H-Here? He should be here, we... Where are we?

[woodking]

He should not, he left some weeks ago.

[He looks strangely at the hobbit, who seems to know him, though he does not know how. Perhaps something once again to do with the timeline; it had happened before. He is not sure he wishes to know, any more.]

You are not in your home any longer. Am I correct in assuming you hail from Arda?

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[willrememberthat]

[Clementine is minding her own business when she comes upon this--no, it's not a child, it's a hobbit. Like Frodo. She hesitates before approaching, hands out to show she means no harm.]

What happened? Are you okay?

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[somethingprecious]

[He can feel panic curling in his chest like a vice around his heart and he swallows thickly. Where was he??]

Where- Where am I?

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[inafadingcrown]

[And by pure chance, Galadriel rounds the corner just as Bilbo slows his pace. Her eyes sweep over him, taking in the situation and making some swift but astute guesses from both his emotional state and the state of his garments.]

Calm yourself, Master Baggins.

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[somethingprecious]

[He isn't familiar with her, not yet, but he's stunned by her appearance his eyes widening.

She just... Did he know her? Was this a dream?]

I'm sorry, I... Do we know each other?

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[fearbringer]

Thorin is gone, apparently. He left recently.

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[somethingprecious]

[This journal is so curious.]

Left? Where did he go?

[forsometimenow]

[When Jennifer sees the small man, the curly hair and hairy feet make her think for a moment that Frodo has returned, and she almost calls out to him, before hesitating- no, he's not Frodo, but another member of his people.

She approaches him cautiously, not wanting to frighten him further.]

Hey, slow down- are you okay?

[somethingprecious]

[And even if she had he wouldn't have recognized the name. Not yet anyways.

This isn't Erebor, that's very obvious now, but that does little to explain everything else he's experienced here so far. He breathes out.]

Ah- Yes and... no. I've certainly been better. Um... [He gives her a curious look, journal pressed to his chest.] Where am I, if I may ask?

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[itisourfight]

[ Here is, at least, someone who will understand exactly why he is so concerned since she was in fact in the very town Smaug was on his way to burn to the ground just moments before she suddenly found herself in Paradisa.

The name Thorin is what draws her to the sound of his voice, since she knows it and so suspects that she might find another person from Arda wandering about just as lost and confused as she was.

And that is how she comes upon an out of breath hobbit standing in the middle of a hallway. ]

What have you done?

[ Honestly, she really wants to know. Was that the sound of an awoken dragon they heard back in Lake Town? Chances are that this hobbit is part of Thorin's company, and thus might know, even if he isn't perhaps referring to that particular thing just now.

Tauriel suspects that she is about to find out. ]

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[somethingprecious]

[He halts before her, recognizing her almost instantly as one of the elves that took the company prisoner. He nearly drops the journal as he takes an impulsive step back from her.

Would she know? Could they see the burning of Laketown all the way from Mirkwood?]

Oh- Oh no... Oh no...

[beastisbeauty]

Um, it probably isn't something you did. Are you new to Paradisa? People tend to get brought here against their will. What's your name?

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[rapscalliongirl]

[ Ah-that was close. He almost ran into her, because she was coming from the other direction at a high speed. A really high speed.

Thankfully, she managed to jump over him, so there was no crash. When she landed, she rolled, and turned, still in a crouch, at the little man. He's as small as the shortest member of their corps, wow.

She moves from one bare foot to the other, ignoring the sounds of metal from her armor, as she calls out to him. ]

If it's a mistake in your world, I don't think you can do anything about it right now.

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[somethingprecious]

[He feels his heart jump up into his throat when he nearly collides into the armored woman, ducking into himself on impulse as she jumps over him like a hurdle.

Hand gripping the cloth over his heart, feeling it pounding even through the fabric, he swallows thickly and looks back at the woman slowly with raised eyebrows.]

M-My world? [Did she mean Middle Earth?]

[deductiongeek]

[And here is a child about three feet tall watching all of this.]

Why are you in such a hurry? And where is the fire?

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[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ It was the name "Thorin" that caught his attention. Someone calling for the dwarf. Had he returned? For a moment his heart leapt and he hurried down the hall, bare feet tapping. He followed the words still, caught the slapping of feet other than his own.

He rounded the corner, light robes swirling in flashes of cerulean and gold - ]</sub>

Hobbit Bilbo?

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[somethingprecious]

[The familiarity catches him off guard and he gives the strange man a tilted look, breathing just a little harder.]

Excuse me?