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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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If the distance offended him so, he really could have pulled that bedroll closer to where Thorin has propped himself up, but he realizes that pointing that out would do him no good. Bilbo is clearly not in a mood to negotiate, nor let anyone reason with him. Certain people would possibly point out that there's some sort of justice here, in that. Thorin would give those people a very sour look, in return.
He stares across the arm span's distance at Bilbo, his expression something between incredulous and bemused. He doesn't hold it for too long, however, before he shakes his head slightly and pushes himself away from the wall and to his feet. He takes a moment there to dismissively brush off a few stray twigs from his coat, then takes the few steps necessary to put him directly next to the head of the bedroll. When he sits, he folds one leg underneath himself and props the other up so that he can rest his arm on it. All of this won't do anything to make Bilbo more comfortable, obviously, but if it was company Bilbo wanted, he certainly has it now. Now that he's settled, Thorin turns his attention back to his pipe, which he's presently cleaning out so that he can put it away.
He really needs to have a talk with the younger dwarves that he suspects were the the cause of this. And warn Bilbo not to drink anything if Dáin had any part in brewing it, in advance, as what they were passing around earlier would pale in comparison to some of his cousin's creations. And they will definitely be present at the feast that they'll have once they reach Erebor. Not that he thinks that Bilbo will be prone to letting himself get quite this caught up in the merriment again, not so soon.
Even though this is probably the most comfortable bed to be found anywhere out here, Thorin knows from personal experience that it cannot begin to compare to the beds at Bag End. It's not difficult to imagine that it will take Bilbo some time to get used to traveling again, after being comfortable for so long. It was even an adjustment for Thorin, too, at first, but he's had much more time to come to terms with it. And he's less used to being comfortable in general. He's likely spent more time on the road than Bilbo's been alive. ]
You'll get used to it again. And this time there's a comfortable bed waiting for you in Erebor.
[ Not a dragon, and the dingy accommodations of Laketown. ]