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I don't suppose there are many hobbits here. Or any for that matter.
[ He still hates this tab… let thing; technology, what… is that? Either way, he's seated somewhere that's quaint and small and unassuming – his bedroom perhaps? - and there, he's staring down at the tiny camera, fingers fiddling at the hard backing of the device. ]
We're hardly a thing to notice, unless you're looking down, far down, but there isn't much sense in watching one's feet while going. Quite a few of you know that well, hm? [ He hasn't been bumped into as much lately, but that first day in the courtyard… – You guys know who you are.
Clears his throat now, lips pursing, then twisting, then flattening through a shuffle of expressions that border on excessive. At least he's seated and his hands are busy rapping, otherwise he'd have straightened his neck scarf, vest and jacket twice as of now. ] I meant to ask… – I believe a mistake's been made with my being brought here, for hobbits are not well-suited for… whatever business this is. We know gardening and eating and smoking the finest… – [ A pause. Right. The topic is making a wide arching turn to the left and he really ought to bring it back. So. Ahem. ] … But I've noticed there's a, ah, variety of… types here. I've never been quite as well informed when following the relations of you bigger folk, so…………… how is everyone making along? Are – ah, I suppose it would be we – … are we all amongst agreeable company?
[ aka do dwarves hate elves or elves hate men or men hate everyone here too? Because being bffs and singing kumbaya in horrid surroundings sounds so much better. ]
[ He still hates this tab… let thing; technology, what… is that? Either way, he's seated somewhere that's quaint and small and unassuming – his bedroom perhaps? - and there, he's staring down at the tiny camera, fingers fiddling at the hard backing of the device. ]
We're hardly a thing to notice, unless you're looking down, far down, but there isn't much sense in watching one's feet while going. Quite a few of you know that well, hm? [ He hasn't been bumped into as much lately, but that first day in the courtyard… – You guys know who you are.
Clears his throat now, lips pursing, then twisting, then flattening through a shuffle of expressions that border on excessive. At least he's seated and his hands are busy rapping, otherwise he'd have straightened his neck scarf, vest and jacket twice as of now. ] I meant to ask… – I believe a mistake's been made with my being brought here, for hobbits are not well-suited for… whatever business this is. We know gardening and eating and smoking the finest… – [ A pause. Right. The topic is making a wide arching turn to the left and he really ought to bring it back. So. Ahem. ] … But I've noticed there's a, ah, variety of… types here. I've never been quite as well informed when following the relations of you bigger folk, so…………… how is everyone making along? Are – ah, I suppose it would be we – … are we all amongst agreeable company?
[ aka do dwarves hate elves or elves hate men or men hate everyone here too? Because being bffs and singing kumbaya in horrid surroundings sounds so much better. ]
[video]
She turns on the video function of her own tablet, silver hair pulled back into a braid to keep it out of her face while she mends a dress. Behind her is a painting, a place that should be familiar to Bilbo.
She gives the burglar a smile, quickly finishing her sewing before setting it aside.]
There was a young hobbit here some months ago, Pippin Took if I recall right. [She does.]
I find that many people here are agreeable, it really depends on who you enjoy keeping company with.
[video] 1/3 just because
A Took is more suited for... well, here than a Baggins, I suppose. I cannot say I've heard of a Pip—
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That painting of the Shire. ]
Is that... [ Brows tightly knit now and yes, he's as flabbergasted as his expression shows. ] … How did you come by that?
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[Even after having met and spoken with Pippin on a couple occasions. The onesthat come to memory quickest were, well, the ones regarding the painting that Bilbo is drawing her attention to now.]
Hm? I painted it. Pippin asked it of me, a piece of home in a faraway place. He was sent back before I could give it to him, I fear.
[She pauses for a moment and gives it a careful look before sighing softly.] I'm still not sure if I have it right, I meant to ask him of a few other details.