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towerofanimus2013-04-05 09:45 am
sonof_thrain) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-05 09:45 am
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Unexpected arrival [open]
Characters: Thorin Oakenshield and you.
Setting: Room 2-18 then down the corridor and staircases down the tower afterwards
Format: Anything
Summary: Thorin wakes up and is not in a good mood
Warnings: Swearing in Khuzdul and possible angst
Room 2-18
Thorin awoke with a start. What in Durin's name was going on? He'd been sleeping at their camp last time he remembered. Now, he looked up and saw a stone celing. The room looked circular in shape slightly. Where the hell was he? He looked down where he lay and frowned. White clothes? Why was he wearing a white suit?
He felt his neck. A collar? Who did this to him? His heart beat a little faster as he swallowed. Was this some kind of sick game? In more out of panic than rage, he removed the shirt and threw it onto the floor. He was still dressed in his white trousers as he gazed around at his new environment.
How had he got here and why? Where were the rest of the company? Was this some kind of elaborate magic trick? Witchcraft. He growled under his breath as he spotted a chest at the foot of his bed. Opening it, he saw some items familiar to him. His sword, his armour and other belongings. He rooted through the items and found the map and key.
Thank Durin he still had that. His heart was pounding as he went towards the door. Was he in some kind of prison? Damn, if the elven king had done this....
No. It couldn't be. This was no elven design. He was annoyed and angry now. How dare someone yank him from his journey. He slammed on the door and yelled.
"Who did this to me? Answer now! You cannot keep me within this cage!"
Setting: Room 2-18 then down the corridor and staircases down the tower afterwards
Format: Anything
Summary: Thorin wakes up and is not in a good mood
Warnings: Swearing in Khuzdul and possible angst
Room 2-18
Thorin awoke with a start. What in Durin's name was going on? He'd been sleeping at their camp last time he remembered. Now, he looked up and saw a stone celing. The room looked circular in shape slightly. Where the hell was he? He looked down where he lay and frowned. White clothes? Why was he wearing a white suit?
He felt his neck. A collar? Who did this to him? His heart beat a little faster as he swallowed. Was this some kind of sick game? In more out of panic than rage, he removed the shirt and threw it onto the floor. He was still dressed in his white trousers as he gazed around at his new environment.
How had he got here and why? Where were the rest of the company? Was this some kind of elaborate magic trick? Witchcraft. He growled under his breath as he spotted a chest at the foot of his bed. Opening it, he saw some items familiar to him. His sword, his armour and other belongings. He rooted through the items and found the map and key.
Thank Durin he still had that. His heart was pounding as he went towards the door. Was he in some kind of prison? Damn, if the elven king had done this....
No. It couldn't be. This was no elven design. He was annoyed and angry now. How dare someone yank him from his journey. He slammed on the door and yelled.
"Who did this to me? Answer now! You cannot keep me within this cage!"
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"Uruk-hai are stronger, faster and more intelligent than the average orc. Nazgul serve Sauron. You recall the tales of the rings of Power? Nine were given to the kings of men... There are nine Nazgul. Ringwraiths."
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He nodded. "Aye. I know of the tales. Ringwraiths? Ill news indeed, Legolas. We are not alone in our cause though. Perhaps elf and dwarf can reunite against this evil. Put aside out differences for now." He looked up at the elf with a glimmer of hope. Prejudices aside, Legolas was one of the closest allies he had at the moment.