bland_beanie
- Bagginshield Inspired by North & South -
"What business would a family of halflings have this far east?"
"Hobbits." Thorin said quietly. His father, and future King Under the Mountain, turned around to look at his eldest son. There was a curious light in the blue of his eyes that greatly reminded Thraín of a time long ago; from when he had first married the Lady Frís.
"What?" He asked.
"They're called hobbits, father. The halflings are known to the wizard. Our friend, Tharkûn, appears to be the cause of this mischief and had prompted the Bagginses to move abroad. To satisfy some lost inspiration as I was told."
"The Bagginses! Tell me, who is it that you spoke with, Thorin. Are you also on first-name terms with these visitors from the west?"
Thorin brought his teeth together, he still spoke too much and often, a poor habit that his young nephews were beginning to pick up. His eyes were drawn towards the south-side barracks, where the city of Dale sat in the distance; he allowed his mind to wander to the curly-haired, bright-eyed fellow that had shouted at him earlier.
"Aye... There was an incident, with the son."
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