king under the mountain shall come into his own

sharpglance:

      “--------Mahal’s stones, Maeglin, did you just...” 

      The dwarf gaped up at the elf for a moment, then blinked before quickly shaking his head. Innuendo was the last thing he expected to come from his smithing partner’s mouth. Clearing his throat, he perked a single thick brow. 

      “Surely, it must have. But from where and when I know not. I do not recall reading anything of it in the history books.”

bravesthobbit

      As Thorin absently spun the ring on his right hand, he wondered if these elves were also made aware of the state of their relationship. Just another reason to stare, he thought. 

      “Aye, we are quite the oddity in these lands,” he agreed, then took another bite of crusty bread. Perhaps chewing would soften his apparently over-dramatic scowl. “Yet, you try to justify their staring when there is no excuse. It’s still rude and should not be done. Especially in the direction of guests.”

      Bilbo was on a roll, and since Thorin would rather not give him any more insult canon fodder, he turned away slightly and focused on eating his meal. 

// look whos here heh

{ underoakandbeech }

      Groaning, Thorin thunked his forehead against the elf’s chest. He looked exhausted, like he’d just spent a thousand years in that council room. 

      “Save me from this wretched place.”

{ sharpglance }

      “Maeglin--lad. Can I have a moment of your time,” Thorin asked coupled with a gentle tug on the elf’s sleeve. The dwarf had a curious, almost mischievous look in his crystal eyes. “Were you about before the invention of the powered hammer? If so, then how did you ever get on at the forge?”

// smol reminder

smokinshield:

bravesthobbit

      The dwarf’s scowl actually deepened as he set the goblet of wine on the tabletop. Of course, he thought he was being perfectly civil. If an uncivil Thorin had arrived at the soiree, then blood would surely have already been spilled. 

      “Unreasonable? I beg to differ,” the king explained, motioning subtly outward, “That she-elf over there has been staring at us like we have horns or some ilk for at least half an hour. We even remain obscured from the host’s line of sight by tall folk next to us. They are lucky I have remained so reserved.”

// ill make some starters if anyone wants one pls like this post?

bravesthobbit:

      “It already-- never mind.” 

      With another gravely sigh, Thorin raised the goblet of wine to his lips. Mahal-- this shit was hard to force down. His other hand pressed against the center of the hobbit’s back, keeping him close. 

      “I do not deign to offer them a smile. Not until I’ve had at least------ two more of these!”