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[goldsickness]

[ It takes little time for Thorin to realize he must learn as much as he can about these lands. If he can't leave, if he can't go back, then at the very least he ought to make sure he finds a safe place for him and the few he keeps close. He has not met many so far he would ask questions, and even the few he did ask could only tell him so much.

Library it is, then. However, this becomes a problem when, after almost an hour of looking through the castle, he can't find the place.

Not only that, but he also ends up getting lost through the corridors.

When he speaks to the locket, he is not actually asking anyone. He is asking the locket itself for directions. ]

Tell me the way to the library.

[ He frowns at the locket for the longest time, waiting for some kind of immediate response, frown deepening when it doesn't come. ]

This useless-- [ And it shuts off. ]


((ooc: open for action at the seelie court!))

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[kilimanjaro]

Some things never change. [Kili smiles, that old fondness and affection in his eyes for Thorin as before. He nudges his uncle's side lightly, relieved that the two are on speaking terms again.]

I missed you, Uncle.

[goldsickness]

Indeed not. [ In his tone it is clear he does not mind that at all, quite the contrary. Even if in some things he believes his younger nephew still has a lot to learn and grow up. ]

And I you. [ He speaks after a thoughtful pause, though he knows that the time they've been apart is much longer for Kíli, having arrived in this place weeks before himself, while to him only a few days had passed. If anything, he had missed them being on speaking terms, that would be more accurate to say. ] Which room are you staying in? Do you know the way?

[ Because predictably, Thorin does not quite know the way to his own room. ]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili beams up at Thorin. The fondness in his uncle's voice is good to hear after their shouting match from before.]

Oh, it's this way. [He leads the way towards his room, leaning onto his cane a bit as he does so.] Do you keep getting lost, uncle? [Kili adds the tease.]

[goldsickness]

[ Thorin stares flatly at the last remark, though not actively scolding Kíli for the tease. Still, his voice is gruff, as he lifts his chin up just slightly as he turns to follow after his nephew in the right direction this time. ]

I've barely been here long enough to know these halls and rooms. [ Neither confirming nor denying that he gets lost often, even if he would never admit to it happening to him every once in a while. His eyes glance at the cane for a brief moment, but Kíli does not ask for help, and Thorin does not offer it. They are dwarves after all, strong and resistant, stubborn and proud just as well. ] Surely you do not expect me to have committed all of this place to memory by now.