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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]A smile was plain on the dwarf's face, and he repositioned himself to make more room for Bilbo on the bed. Despite it only occurring once before, Bilbo braiding his hair was one of Thorin's favorite activities. "Where did you learn to braid, anyway?"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]Thorin tried to hide his surprise, and failed remarkably. He had never thought of Bilbo as having relatives. He just sort of existed in his own little world, was snapped up by the company, and that was that. Thorin had Dís, and once had a brother, but Bilbo had never seemed to sibling type. More of an only child, honestly. "You have a sister?" He asked in clarification. "Older or younger?"

vix wrote:

how r u feeling esk

sesílee wrote:

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]that's good esk, i hope you sleep well <3

he cute 10/10

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]im super sorry you're still sick esk i hope whatever you have goes away </3

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]Thorin tilted his head in curiosity. Bilbo had a whole other life in the Shire that the Company didn't even exist in. It was an odd thought. Did he want to go back to that life? He must, after all the terrible things that had happened since he had joined the dwarves. Thorin felt responsible for that, for turning Bilbo's comfortable little life upside down and inside out. He knew what it was like to be separated from his siblings. Frerin had died with their grandfather Thror outside Khazad-dûm in the Battle of Azanulbizar. Thorin hadn't seen it happen. He couldn't recall the last time he had seen his younger brother. The weight of his past pressed heavily upon his shoulders. "You must miss her."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]Thorin smiled faintly at those words, assuming he was included in those friends. Despite having rested, he felt exhausted. It was as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders and he was eternally struggling to hold it up. His innumerable injuries screamed to be noticed; he didn't give them the satisfaction. They would always be there. Why waste time attending to them, when he could be doing something useful? Useful. As if Thorin could do anything useful in this bedridden state. He just lay here, and gave everybody grief. Look what happened when he had tried to get out of bed (albeit in a rage). He had probably bumped back his recovery time by weeks by falling on his leg like that. His thoughts drifted back to Frerin. Younger than Thorin by five years, but older than Dís, he had perished at only forty eight years old. He had died more than one hundred years before his time.

"You've met Dís, Fili and Kili's mother," he began, his voice slow and somber but also distant. His mind was far off. "but I had a brother as well. His name was Frerin." The dwarf's voice cracked upon uttering his long-dead brother's name. In their youth, before the dragon had come to the mountain, Thorin and Frerin had been almost inseparable. Much like Fili and Kili, to be honest. Thorin hadn't always been as serious as he would later become; however, he was nothing compared to Frerin. No one could control Frerin; in fact, even Thráin could not. He was more hot-headed than Thorin would ever be; their mother often referred to him as a wild thing. Nonetheless he was the kindest, most compassionate dwarf Thorin ever had the pleasure of knowing. Frerin adored all animals and almost all living creatures, and they felt the same about him. Horses are spooked by most dwarves, but the men of Dale's horses loved Frerin.

Thorin's smile grew more nostalgic and sentimental as he continued speaking. "We used to spar in the throne room, at the feet of our grandfather Thrór. We each tried to impress him more than the other." Thorin's voice hitched and he covered his eyes with a bandaged hand. Thrór had always been amused by his grandsons play-fighting beneath his magnificent throne, but now Thorin thought perhaps they had also helped him to feel more kingly. As children they had lived for his approval, his acknowledgment, his amusement. Such little fools they had been. They had always been in a disagreement over something or other. Thorin wanted to go back in time and shake his younger self by the shoulders and give him a cuff over the ear. You don't have much time left with him, he wanted to shout at his younger self. Enjoy it. Stop fighting. You're brothers, for Mahal's sake. Appreciate what you have, for you won't have it much longer.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]Thorin's face twisted up in something between a grimace and a horrible grin. "That's not true. I have to be strong." If he wasn't strong emotionally and mentally what good would he ever be again? He would never be as strong as he had been physically. The king couldn't show weakness of any sort, especially now that he was bedridden and was basically one big mess of weakness. Bilbo was wrong. He knew nothing of what it was like to rule. He knew nothing of what Thorin had to do.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]claire we love you and we would miss you so much but
i have taken several past hiatuses and totally understand what you're going through
do whatever makes you feel comfortable bby <3

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[justify][size=8]im here hoes

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]/no problemo mi amigo <3

Thorin pulled his hand out of Bilbo's and set it in his lap. He avoided the hobbit's gaze, his eyebrows drawn into a scowl. "That's not the problem." Just tell him, Thorin. Tell him you want to die and don't want to waste precious time and energy on developing relationships now when you're going to be dead as soon as you can figure out how to kill yourself when you can't even fvcking walk. Tell him you love him, tell him your darkest secret.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]Thorin flinched at this comment. He had been doing his best to try to get Bilbo to leave him alone, but now that the opportunity was being offered up, he couldn't think of any he would rather not have. He didn't want Bilbo to leave. "I...do you want to leave?" Thorin asked, his voice choked and broken. He needed Bilbo to stay; he needed him to be here or else he wasn't sure he could put up with it any longer. He needed to die, but now wasn't the time.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]This time Thorin let himself remain under Bilbo's touch. The hobbit meant well, and if he was going to be gone soon, why not try to make Bilbo as happy as he could while he was still here? The dwarf raised his eyes and met Bilbo's gaze, then felt his ribs with his free hand. "Do you think they'll even give me anything, if I ask?"

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"...planted in your necks are little devices that will shut down your brain entirely - yes, they will kill you - with the push of a button..." artemis swore internally, and opened one eye briefly to get a peek at the man who had spoken. he was fairly young, but too professional to worth wasting time on. she might have tried to seduce him under different circumstances. she remained in her pod for the duration of the conversation, taking careful note of the behavior patterns evident in the two girls, the boy and agent kane. the first girl, whose hair artemis thought might be dyed, was obviously terrified and that was her reason for reacting so violently. the second girl had adjusted rather quickly to the situation, and didn't seem to shocked by everything. that was interesting. the boy she wasn't going to spend much time on. he unnerved her, and not because he had been muttering to himself. she couldn't put her finger on it, but she intended to stay away from him.

artemis herself had been anticipating something like this to happen. america was a dangerous place for the gifted. she had been drawn to the country; it had been decades since she had last visited it, and things had changed so much since then. like a fool, she had enrolled in a school with help from her forged papers and documentation. despite her age, she had never attended a real school before. during her first childhood, the one in which she had actually aged, there had been no schools in that area of china. only children of the rich noblemen and women were educated. since then she had learned to read and write and do mathematics, naturally, but she still lacked that fundamental high school experience. the japanese animations she so dearly loved had romanticized it to the maximum, she had rapidly discovered. it was much more work than she had expected. it wasn't beyond her; she merely didn't want to put in the effort. it wasn't as if she was going to attend any of these colleges they were always talking about.

so she simply stopped going. they must have reported her absences to the family she was staying with, but seeing how they weren't remotely close to her legal guardians there had been no consequences until the kidnapping. legally, artemis did not exist. it was easy to disappear when you were already invisible. she hadn't used her real name on her fake papers, not that anyone would have recognized it, for her own amusement. artemis had been leaving a club, in the middle of the night, when they had taken her. she wasn't much bothered by the kidnapping itself; though, she had made a few appointments for later that night. those she was disappointed to have missed out on. now, this whole boarding school for superpowered teens was another matter. the government clearly had an ulterior motive for going to all this trouble for a few gifted teenagers. she intended to play along, at least until she could figure out how to escape both this freak show and the united states.

"i have a question." artemis announced as she stepped out of her tank. the slim girl was dressed casually in tight-fitting jeans, a t-shirt, and a loose pink hoodie. she looked fairly unthreatening, but the arrangement of her finely boned face and her penetrating eyes said otherwise. her question was frankly bizarre given the situation, but these were the things that mattered to artemis. "will we be taught to master our powers only, or will we receive other education?"

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]He glanced away momentarily, but brought his eyes back to Bilbo. Thorin continued to probe his ribs, letting out a sharp gasp when he found the spot where it hurt the most. "My ribs feel like they're worse everyday." He grumbled, his face drawing into a scowl again. "They have more important dwarves to give their medicine to, though. And I won't take the sleeping herbs."