memory. open to both courts.

[orcsurfing]

[ All around is white, snow whips across the picture along with long strands of pale golden hair. A pace or two away a couple figures stand huddled together, pressed against a wall of a mountain. Two tall men, four hobbits whose heads barely stand above the surface of the snow, A DWARF* that stands a little taller yet still, and a greying man dressed in greys in a pointed hat. The image, oddly enough, shows them from somehow above all. ]

If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you.

[ For some, perhaps a familiar voice, for others perhaps not. Light of heart and little troubled by the storm. The man in the pointed hat answers him. ]

If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us.

[ But no matter the wizard and elf exchanging jabs at each other, there are still Men with ideas here. One speaks: ]

Well, when heads are at a loss bodies must severe, as we say in my country. The strongest of us must seek a way. See! Though all is now snow-clad, our path, as we came up, turned about that shoulder or rock down yonder. It was there that the snow first began to burden us. If we could reach that point, maybe it would prove easier beyond. It is no more than a furlong off, I guess.

[ Another - the tallest - answers him: ]

Then let us force a path thither, you and I!

[ And for a moment there it seems that would be the end of the conversation, the camera - so to speak - follows the toiling men, the way they work through the snow with great trouble yet also with some success. Yet not before long, Legolas speaks up again, his voice rising easily in the noise of the snow storm. ]

The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow - an Elf!

[ With that said, he springs forth nimbly. The camera briefly showing his feet on the snow, sinking but only a little, leaving little imprints in the cover of snow. And he runs light and easy. ]

Farewell! I go to find the Sun!

[ He says with a last look to Gandalf first, then to the toiling men, Aragorn and Boromir. For them, he has a wave of a hand, before he speeds off. ]

( ooc; paraphrased book excerpt, sassing off to a maia, have at! visual aid, I mean what. *blanche is a loser kill me now I FORGOT GIMLI )

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[orcsurfing]

I beg to disagree.

[ Ever so politely he nods his head. ]

[goldsickness]

I am not keeping up this pointless discussion.

[ That doesn't mean you win, by the way. ]

[orcsurfing]

[ Oh, but it does! ]

I find it most engaging, myself!

[goldsickness]

[ No. It doesn't. ]

How you find interest in things which will lead nowhere, I do not understand.

[orcsurfing]

[ It most assuredly does! ]

Do you not think that the journey as important as the destination? You learn a great deal, about yourself, about the others, about the world itself.

[goldsickness]

[ I most certainly does not! ]

It may be so, but there is no reason for the journey without a destination in mind.

[orcsurfing]

[ It most definitely does too! ]

The destination may not be a physical place, but perhaps a state of mind? A goal to reach within one's heart! A journey to learn of the world, where it shall take you. There are plenty of reasons to travel with no destination in mind.

[goldsickness]

[ It does not times infinity ARGUMENT OVER.

Also, he knows perfectly well what Legolas means, but he chooses to pretend not to. ]

To you, perhaps.

[orcsurfing]

[ NUH UH. Not until he is done with them!

Stubborn dwarf. ]

And to you there is no point in such?

[goldsickness]

[ Oh Thorin is so more than done. (Plus he called infinity.) ]

None much at all. A journey may be enjoyed, yet there must be a destination in mind, otherwise it would not be a journey, not to me.

[orcsurfing]

[ How very mature! ]

What name would you give it, then?

[goldsickness]

[ Maturity is not called into this. ]

Walking in circles.

[orcsurfing]

[ True enough, though only one of them is ... child sized. :) ]

What of a journey [ As he calls it! ] that always, no matter what, goes in a straight line?

[goldsickness]

[ Amongst his own, Legolas may as well be just the same. ]

With no end? [ A pause. ] Only an elf could go on such a journey.

[orcsurfing]

[ Touché.

Legolas laughs, brief but genuinely amused. ]

Perhaps so! While a dwarf would not ever set out without a destination in mind, yes? The destination too being the entire purpose!

[goldsickness]

We would not. We do not have the same time you do to waste it on pointless strolls either.

[orcsurfing]

I think it could bring you great happiness if you looked at the world around you and beyond the rocks and riches. [ He wipes what sadness threatens to enter his voice. ] It could give you a very fulfilling life! Instead of pointless as you may be thinking.

But 'tis not place for an elf to be lecturing a dwarf, as I am certain you will agree with me! My apologies, once more.

[goldsickness]

[ He'll not respond to that first remark as sharply as he wants to, instead just ignores it entirely and replies to the apology, light as it may be from the elf. ]

No, it is not. Not here, nor anywhere. I would spare your lectures.

[orcsurfing]

[ It's just too bad, for he truly thinks Thorin could be happier for it, but he says nothing to this effect. ]

And so I shall.

[ In the end that's all he has to say to this now. ]