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eachdraidh2014-07-16 01:17 am
goldsickness) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-16 01:17 am
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[ The video starts to the image of a clearing in the midst of trees, in the distance a mountain range with snowy peaks frames the picture. At the centre of the shot, two men call to attention, or rather, two dwarves. One easily recognizable, with his dark hair and short beard, even without the white streaks or as many wrinkles counted on his face - it is Thorin. The other, perhaps an inch taller than him, hair lighter but by only a little, and a smile wide and easy on his face, looking younger though not by much.
The taller one aims, with a bow and arrow in hand, at a marking on a tree nearby. A second of silence, and he releases the arrow, sending it flying right past the tree. Thorin's mouth twitches into a smile, and he sounds most amused when he says. ]
You do understand you are meant to hit the centre of that mark.
[ The other dwarf, puffing his cheeks in a manner most childish, shrugs at Thorin as if this had been his plan all along. ] I know. This is just practice. I will be a master bowman in no time, you will see.
[ With that, he retrieves another arrow, stretches the bow once again. This time the arrow does land on the tree, though as far from the mark as one could possibly get. A soft chuckle is heard, and though on the video it is not seen, it is a clear sound from Thorin. ] You are terrible at this.
[ The last taunt to be exchanged, the taller dwarf all but shoves the bow onto Thorin's hands, then gestures dramatically at their impromptu target. ] Really? Well, let us see you do better if you can!
[ At first, Thorin does nothing but stare between his companion and the weapon in his hand. But then, with a resigned sigh of someone who is clearly used to this kind of thing from before, he takes the bow, pulls an arrow from the other's quiver and gets into position. A second, a deep breath, and when he releases, the arrow pierces right at the center of the mark.
A moment of silence passes, then finally the taller turns to the other, mouth still hanging open before he simply lifts his hands up in a shrug. ] ... you are the most infuriating brother I could ever have.
[ At that, Thorin's expression opens into a wide grin, and of all things, he laughs genuinely as he hands the bow back to his brother, resting a hand on his shoulder. ]
I will tell you this, little brother: all things worth having in life will come difficult to you. Were this easy, anyone could do it.
[ A smile soft still remains on his features as he squeezes both his brother's shoulders reassuringly, and finally that pout from earlier disappears, bright expression returning to the taller one. Then Thorin lets go and takes another step back, gesturing at the tree once more. ] As you said, this is practice.
[ With that, the tallest turns back to his practice, while Thorin looks on in silence for now - or until he misses the mark again, perhaps. ]
The taller one aims, with a bow and arrow in hand, at a marking on a tree nearby. A second of silence, and he releases the arrow, sending it flying right past the tree. Thorin's mouth twitches into a smile, and he sounds most amused when he says. ]
You do understand you are meant to hit the centre of that mark.
[ The other dwarf, puffing his cheeks in a manner most childish, shrugs at Thorin as if this had been his plan all along. ] I know. This is just practice. I will be a master bowman in no time, you will see.
[ With that, he retrieves another arrow, stretches the bow once again. This time the arrow does land on the tree, though as far from the mark as one could possibly get. A soft chuckle is heard, and though on the video it is not seen, it is a clear sound from Thorin. ] You are terrible at this.
[ The last taunt to be exchanged, the taller dwarf all but shoves the bow onto Thorin's hands, then gestures dramatically at their impromptu target. ] Really? Well, let us see you do better if you can!
[ At first, Thorin does nothing but stare between his companion and the weapon in his hand. But then, with a resigned sigh of someone who is clearly used to this kind of thing from before, he takes the bow, pulls an arrow from the other's quiver and gets into position. A second, a deep breath, and when he releases, the arrow pierces right at the center of the mark.
A moment of silence passes, then finally the taller turns to the other, mouth still hanging open before he simply lifts his hands up in a shrug. ] ... you are the most infuriating brother I could ever have.
[ At that, Thorin's expression opens into a wide grin, and of all things, he laughs genuinely as he hands the bow back to his brother, resting a hand on his shoulder. ]
I will tell you this, little brother: all things worth having in life will come difficult to you. Were this easy, anyone could do it.
[ A smile soft still remains on his features as he squeezes both his brother's shoulders reassuringly, and finally that pout from earlier disappears, bright expression returning to the taller one. Then Thorin lets go and takes another step back, gesturing at the tree once more. ] As you said, this is practice.
[ With that, the tallest turns back to his practice, while Thorin looks on in silence for now - or until he misses the mark again, perhaps. ]
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It is how it is. Peace was never meant for him, and happiness he only regards as an ever passing thing. The only thing he hopes for is that he will find it for his nephews, unknown to himself how their fates are too cursed. ]
Now you know. [ At least of the circumstances of Frerin's death, though his life mustn't be terribly difficult to imagine either, from this memory alone. ] If your curiosity is satisfied, I will take my leave now.
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Of course. Be well until next we meet.
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