2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin had not woken up to the sound of hundreds of dwarves breaking camp. That had been the first tiny hint that things were not as they had been when he'd fallen asleep last night. The second hint was that the ridiculous 'roomba' that he'd had years ago had attacked his foot as he escaped the room he had been given.

Yeah, that had factored in.

He was definitely back at that school and away from his people until the island felt it well and good to release him. How lovely.

For now he was going to enjoy a cup of coffee with only a little lot of guilt over having such a luxury right now.

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[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a fun filled time," he replied with a shake of his head. "You end up in a war too? Thorin here did."

[not_a_moonie]

"Yeah, I knew that was going to happen even when I was here," Alana sighed. "It's one of those fun long wars where everybody fights, and nobody wins, and nobody can even really tell you what it's about anymore."

She smiled apologetically. "I wasn't that good a soldier. But I met my ex during the war, so I figure I'm one of the few to get anything out of it."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"So, this war's still going on?" he guessed. "Gives people something to bitch about, I guess."

[not_a_moonie]

"Yep, and probably it'll still be going when I'm an old lady," Alana said, resigned. "I'm done caring about it."

Well, unless Hazel were to get drafted too, but somehow she doubted that would happen.

She glanced over to Thorin. "I hope he at least won his."