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middlemuses2016-04-11 09:59 pm
honorbound_heir) wrote in middlemuses2016-04-11 09:59 pm
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I live for the nights I can't remember
CHARACTERS: experting & honorbound_heir
DATE: Continuing from this post.
WHERE: Camping out somewhere past Bree on the East-West Road.
SUMMARY: Most of the old Company plus several dozen newcomers are on their way back to Erebor, and now that the entire group has been reunited, it seems like a good idea to break out the good ale and make a party of it now before the roads get more uncertain.
WARNING(S): Drunken shenanigans are likely to abound, but nothing tooo crazy. (... I think?)
[ There are times when Thorin is reminded, very strongly, that this journey is not like his last. Not even like the one that brought him out this far once again, where he had much of the same company as before. It had been less eventful, if anything, with less knowledge and resulting interest in his travel than they had been subjected to before. The fact that the King of Erebor was out and about on the roads was only heard of in rumors, and even those tended to lag far behind his actual presence. The news of a large group of dwarves traveling east, however, is not a secretive affair, but that much is not necessarily a problem. Even if the goblins had recovered enough to cause them significant trouble, it's unlikely that such a large group would make it past the elvish settlements on both sides of the Misty Mountains. No, Thorin is not expecting any significant trouble. Not until they get much farther east.
Which is why he has allowed the younger members of their group to break out the kegs they've brought along, and throw something of an impromptu party at their encampment just past the last town they're going to see for some time. (He's definitely not making a stop in Rivendell this time, not unless forced to due to unforeseen difficulties.) They're still within the borders of the lands that the rangers patrol on a regular basis, regardless, so it's probably the best place to get all of that excess excitement out of their systems. They've staked out an encampment in a small valley near the road, low enough to make their campfires harder to see from a distance - and he has a full-time watch going that has decent visibility on the landscape around them.
There's plenty of food and ale to go around, and though they have no tables, the dwarves seem to make do just fine with convenient rocks, and whatever else they can balance a plate on. Mugs and plates are passed around the campfires with ease, and there's singing, and even some dancing as the clear sky above them begins to sparkle with stars. Thorin manages to excuse himself from the chaos fairly early, after having a few drinks and enough to eat, but he's not going too far. Instead he settles down near his bedroll with one last mug of ale, leaning back against a boulder as he watches the party continue on without him, further along down the way. He's keeping an eye on Bilbo, in particular, as the hobbit is lacking for nothing as far as companionship - he's almost a celebrity of sorts - and some of the younger dwarves, especially, have a habit of drinking a little too much.
... What he's not exactly aware of is the fact that after he left they broke out the stronger drink.
It is late enough, though, that most of the more boisterous revelry is settling down into quieter groups, with the drunker set finally settling in to pass out for the rest of the night. The last of the food that's been set out will doubtless be finished off by midnight, and what's left of the ale put away for another time. It will be some time, still, before the last of the fires are put out, however, and Thorin will likely be awake far past that, as usual. He's smoking his pipe, and looking contemplative as he studies the night sky over them, though still casting a watchful eye over the now quieter milling of the crowd. ]
experting & honorbound_heirDATE: Continuing from this post.
WHERE: Camping out somewhere past Bree on the East-West Road.
SUMMARY: Most of the old Company plus several dozen newcomers are on their way back to Erebor, and now that the entire group has been reunited, it seems like a good idea to break out the good ale and make a party of it now before the roads get more uncertain.
WARNING(S): Drunken shenanigans are likely to abound, but nothing tooo crazy. (... I think?)
[ There are times when Thorin is reminded, very strongly, that this journey is not like his last. Not even like the one that brought him out this far once again, where he had much of the same company as before. It had been less eventful, if anything, with less knowledge and resulting interest in his travel than they had been subjected to before. The fact that the King of Erebor was out and about on the roads was only heard of in rumors, and even those tended to lag far behind his actual presence. The news of a large group of dwarves traveling east, however, is not a secretive affair, but that much is not necessarily a problem. Even if the goblins had recovered enough to cause them significant trouble, it's unlikely that such a large group would make it past the elvish settlements on both sides of the Misty Mountains. No, Thorin is not expecting any significant trouble. Not until they get much farther east.
Which is why he has allowed the younger members of their group to break out the kegs they've brought along, and throw something of an impromptu party at their encampment just past the last town they're going to see for some time. (He's definitely not making a stop in Rivendell this time, not unless forced to due to unforeseen difficulties.) They're still within the borders of the lands that the rangers patrol on a regular basis, regardless, so it's probably the best place to get all of that excess excitement out of their systems. They've staked out an encampment in a small valley near the road, low enough to make their campfires harder to see from a distance - and he has a full-time watch going that has decent visibility on the landscape around them.
There's plenty of food and ale to go around, and though they have no tables, the dwarves seem to make do just fine with convenient rocks, and whatever else they can balance a plate on. Mugs and plates are passed around the campfires with ease, and there's singing, and even some dancing as the clear sky above them begins to sparkle with stars. Thorin manages to excuse himself from the chaos fairly early, after having a few drinks and enough to eat, but he's not going too far. Instead he settles down near his bedroll with one last mug of ale, leaning back against a boulder as he watches the party continue on without him, further along down the way. He's keeping an eye on Bilbo, in particular, as the hobbit is lacking for nothing as far as companionship - he's almost a celebrity of sorts - and some of the younger dwarves, especially, have a habit of drinking a little too much.
... What he's not exactly aware of is the fact that after he left they broke out the stronger drink.
It is late enough, though, that most of the more boisterous revelry is settling down into quieter groups, with the drunker set finally settling in to pass out for the rest of the night. The last of the food that's been set out will doubtless be finished off by midnight, and what's left of the ale put away for another time. It will be some time, still, before the last of the fires are put out, however, and Thorin will likely be awake far past that, as usual. He's smoking his pipe, and looking contemplative as he studies the night sky over them, though still casting a watchful eye over the now quieter milling of the crowd. ]
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[ He leans back then and shifts to face forward once more, shoulders knocking to the stone. He looks down the length of his nose, as though trying to see this smile of his and smiling wider after a moment, then wider still after another, aiding himself for a sight that he'll never accomplish. That doesn't seem to detour him, though thankfully he relaxes his mouth, and breathes out, laughing lightly. ] Goodness, I had no idea. To think it's as clear as that.
[ Fascinated, that's the only way to describe it. See, he's pressing his fingers to his mouth now, touching the end curl and then tracing it around to follow the line of his smile, only to huff one, short exhale of amusement at whatever meaning he finds there. He repeats the motion a second time, quirking his lips higher and begins to wonder if each one is different. They should be, right? That would make sense. Perhaps he should ask Thorin? Thorin does indeed seem to know more about his smiles than even he does; ha, how unusual.
… Only Thorin knows, right?
His fingers pause and slowly he finds a curious, albeit perplexed frown as he stares at the outstretch of his feet. It's of no matter, really – the fact that he's sitting over here in the dark, on the edge of camp is more telling of how much favor Thorin has – but suddenly, knowing the extent of transparency there is in his expressions is of some importance. The most importance.
If he remembers come morning, of having a conversation with Thorin about his smiles, he's going to walk himself off a cliff, watch.] Do you think every one can see? [ And he's actually bothered to lower his voice. He doesn't mean now of course, though he does press his knuckles to his mouth as he, briefly, glances toward camp.Does everyone know Thorin is the dearest of the dear?]