Thorin Oakenshield (son_of_thrain) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-03 09:34:00 |
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Who: Thorin Oakenshield & BILBO BAGGINS (dammit Nicky, come on now)
Where: Somewhere near building #8
What: Certainly not hugging out man pain.
When: Morning, 3rd January
Rating: Low?
Status: Closed//ongoing
Thorin sits in the doorway of the human dwelling he and Fíli have been occupying for the last few days. His body still aches but the wounds he had suffered have healed, some with the help of the fine fabric bandages that his nephew had brought home from his first scavenge. Samir Marcus had offered them more help, but it wasn't in his nature to accept too much of a hand out from a stranger - nor indeed from his own family and kin - so they had taken up residence where they were, looking out upon a crumbling stone building and opposite more low-level dwellings that were currently unoccupied.
He had, in his moments of anger and delirium after two days of not sleeping, insisted he and Fíli simply move out to the woods that they had passed through on their way to this settlement. But Fíli, the stubborn chlid, had been more insistent that they stay until Thorin was fitter, if not simply for the sake of ease.
So Thorin sits in the doorway and watches the sun creep up from somewhere in the distance over this strange and confusing land. No one has bothered them, they haven't had to have a lot of contact with anyone else. Fíli, he knows, is getting restless and still misses his brother. Something is going to have to give or change soon, and Thorin has lost sleep wondering what new suffering may be only minutes away.