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[honorbound_heir]

[One should not underestimate the ability of a thirsty dwarf to find ale. Even a dwarf that may not have the best sense of direction, and that has been thrown into completely unfamiliar territory. By whatever luck or good grace of higher powers, it turns out that Thorin and Bilbo do not have to travel far in order to find a tavern that looks rather like The Prancing Pony in Bree. The cobblestone road outside of it is cleaner, and the people - mostly humans - milling about this town seem less furtive and hurried than Thorin remembers. This place seems generally less perilous for the average traveler.

The warm glow from within the tavern shines through the slightly dingy windows, and the muffled sound of a merry crowd carries out into the night in brief snippets as patrons come and go.

Good enough.

Shouldering the pack that somehow managed to accompany him, and dropping a hand to the sword at his side, Thorin pulls the door open and heads inside without hesitation, knowing that Bilbo won't be far behind.]


((From over here, cause... reasons.))

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1/3 icoooons. it's a ridiculous habit but.

[experting]

[ It's comforting in a way just to listen to such determination, however, Bilbo would have been happier to hear such an admission if it had come sooner. Instead, there's only faint awareness on his part. Good, great even... but more importantly, what's that? He pauses, hands still full of cloth, caught between setting it on the pile and letting go. Lips parting in silent wonder, he inches up on his toes and leans his weight on his hands, peering over, closer...

And he jerks back. No, he shouldn't. He shakes his head; hard. What's he thinking? Looking through Thorin's things; how, how rude.

He clears his throat and ducks his head, mentally berating and trying his very hardest to not let his gaze wander back toward the curious, very curious splendor of light. As much as hobbits swear by their desire to remain within their boxed in worlds, they have a nosiness to them, one that usually only feeds into a need to gossip and to know all about everyone within the Shire borders. Well, Bilbo's world has expanded greatly, with wider boarders and a larger assortment of faces, so he can't help it. Can't help being curious about Thorin too. ]