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 Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 9:47 am
This is a private RP between my soquili Thorin and Frerin. Please do not post unless invited. ((If you have a dwarf you may actually get invited.))  
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:17 am
The summer sun produced more heat than the winter sun did. It was the same whether you were in the east or in the west. It didn't matter if you were in the mountain or on top of one the summer days were always hotter. For some reason, however, Thorin often found that the summers in the west were far more unbearable than they ever had been at home in Erebor. Perhaps it was the long meetings he not only had to attend but also host now, summer days were best for these meetings because there was more time to hold discussions. Perhaps it was all just a matter of perception, it wasn't home so it would never be as comfortable. Or perhaps things really just were warmer in these western peaks then they ever were in Erebor.
In the end the reasons behind the heat didn't matter. The day's scheduled meeting had come to a close early thanks to the insufferable heat. No one but Thorin had been willing to suffer any longer and almost as soon as they had been dismissed they had run off to one watering hole or another. Thorin did not join them in the public areas though he walked past several where mature dwarf soquili were soaking in the cool water while younger ones ran about splashing through streams or swimming through ponds or small lakes. Thorin had similar plans to soak himself, his rich black coat soaked up more heat than should have been physically possible, but he would do it in private. There were pools set aside specifically for the higher ranking dwarf soquili and one exclusively for Thorin's family.
As he entered the nobles' area past the guards he noted almost instantly how tranquil it was. The screams of children could still be heard in the distance but he could easily tune them out now and relax. He wandered down the familiar path to his family's pool, a small crystal lake with a thin stream taking water out and a little waterfall pouring water in. Unsurprisingly the area was empty when he arrived. Standing off to one side Thorin loosened the straps on his leg guards and slipped them off before setting them in a neat pile away from the water to keep them safe. The Arkenstone he left situated around his neck as he always did. Then he slowly walked into the water far enough that it covered his back. If he was careful he wouldn't need to get his hair set back in order after this.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:47 am
Deep inside the nobles' spaces Frerin stood by the fire bowl. It didn't have much of a use on top of the mountain but it was a welcome reminder of where they had come from. Frerin couldn't remember whose idea it had been to set up bowls like this throughout their territory or if it had been anyone's idea at all. All Frerin remembered was that one day he had gone walking and found one, a large clay bowl set on top of a large, flat rock and filled with tinder and sticks that fed a mighty fire. In the weeks that had followed more and more had shown up until he was able to count 26 separate bowls. Only dwarves his age and older seemed to have any idea what these fires were for though he had seen a few foals trying to look as touched by the presence of these flames as their parents. Today no one was around the fire bowl except for Frerin and the guard positioned there. It wasn't particularly surprising given how few dwarves were even allowed to be back here to begin with. It was even less surprising considering the fact that he was well shaded but still sweating. It was time to get away from the extra heat source and go cool off.
As he left Frerin took a moment to ensure that the guard was looking after himself, once he was certain that the stallion would be fine Frerin set off for the family pool at a trot. It was still early enough that he would be able to have at least an hour of time to himself, unless Dis suddenly turned up. When he made it to the rock pool Frerin immediately looked to the sky. His brother was standing in the shallows, not doing anything, just standing. He took a few steps closer to the water and judging by the way Thorin's ears swiveled Frerin knew that his brother was well aware of his presence.
"I thought you had a council session to attend today." Frerin ventured as he worked his necklace off and set it by Thorin's armor. Deciding against being a nuisance, for now, Frerin sloshed his way into the water slowly instead of leaping in from a rock like a child. Perhaps later he would play some sort of game if Thorin wasn't dealing with anything more serious than he normally had to endure. It wasn't good for Thorin to carry so much on his back all the time but forcing him into playing would only add troubles if he tried it when Thorin wasn't remotely up to it. Forcing him into games was fine, however, if Thorin was feeling no more grumpy than usual. Some days Frerin could even wrangle a laugh out of his stoney-faced brother. If he was lucky.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 7:23 am
The familiar sound of footfalls alerted Thorin to his brother's presence long before either of them would be able to spot the other. After living so many years with his siblings he had learned to identify the unique patterns in their steps. It was possible that other soquili might have similar walks to that of his brother or sister but he highly doubted that any of them would have been able to get past the guards and the thick growth of trees that clustered around the paths would make it next to impossible for a foreign creature to fly in. All the same he turned to confirm that it was his brother when the younger stallion’s footsteps came to a stop. Catching sight of the familiar golden-tan coat put Thorin’s mind at ease and he was able to relax in the water again.
Thorin had been a bit tense even when they had lived in Erebor but the attack and the journey west had made everything just a tiny bit worse for the already serious stallion. It seemed that he had fewer and fewer chances to rest or relax each day. There always seemed to be one thing or another plaguing his mind and potential dangers came in first, even before reclaiming his home.
“And so I attended.” He replied keeping one eye trained on his brother just in case he was preparing to try some stunt. Thankfully Frerin seemed to be in a calmer mood today. Thorin could tell because he had not come screeching into the water like he usually chose to do. “But the day is hot so the reports were all a bit…rushed.” During the next counsel gathering Thorin would have to ensure that nothing had been left out. He would not hold the desire to cool off against them; he could understand that better than many of his people, but he also couldn’t risk the chance that any crucial information had been neglected. “We will be reconvening next week rather than the week after.” Typically Thorin’s inner counsel that oversaw the day to day workings met twice each month unless some catastrophe struck. Individual members of his council could also come to him on any day should something need his attention or clearance. It was rare that a day passed when one trouble or another didn’t come to his attention.
“You could come.” Thorin suggested his eyebrows raising the barest fraction of an inch. His brother rarely attended such meetings even though he had duties of his own that he should be reporting on. Frerin was meant to oversee that everything operated smoothly for the nobility specifically. However, Thorin usually saw more of Frerin’s own committee at the meetings than he did of his brother. Frerin would often only be seen once every other month.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 8:14 am
Frerin was relieved; the old stiffs had just gotten tired of being out in the hot sun and nothing bad had happened. He got the feeling that he should have thought of such a thing before assuming something terrible had occurred. Most of the stallions that worked under Thorin were old. They had served Thorin and Frerin’s grandfather back in Erebor and they were not pleased with the current arrangements. Things weren’t as comfortable here, as Frerin was often told. They always seemed to find something new that was wrong with the west and, on occasion, a few braver souls even found things that were wrong with their king.
Frerin just looked at his brother as he requested Frerin’s presence at the next meeting. It was hard to ignore such an appeal from his older brother but Frerin hated meetings. He hated to listen to the old men complain about life, life that was hard for them but still harder for the common dwarf. He hated standing around listening to report after report where each stallion puffed himself up to say how good of a job he was doing. Most of all he hated how a fair few treated his brother like he was incompetent still. Thorin had been their king for years and he had done a marvelous job at it. It was true that they had settled far from their homeland and it was true that things were different and less prosperous but it was preposterous to say that Thorin had not made the best out of a horrible situation. Their new land was still in the mountains, a region familiar to all dwarves. It had been uninhabited and wild when they had arrived and now it looked like they had lived there for generations. They were no longer homeless wanderers. This place was safe and much of their normal ways of life had resumed like nothing had happened. Yes, things had changed, but Frerin would happily kick the teeth out of anyone who blamed Thorin for things not being “as good.”
Unfortunately it seemed that most of the complaints came from his council. “I send someone to report for me, do I not?” Frerin countered in an effort to avoid saying how he really felt. “Does it really matter who makes the report so long as the report is made? Besides, it is not like you do not have a good thirty stallions who can tell you exactly what is wrong with noble life as it is today.” As soon as the words passed over his lips Frerin wished he could take them back. He was supposed to be helping his brother not piling more troubles on his shoulders. Knowing it was too late to take it back and knowing what was coming, he decided to just approach the subject directly. “Have you ever thought of selecting a new council? Yours worked great for grandfather but…I do not think they are the best for you.”
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