What Will Soon Be Turkmenistan Yurt, Sunday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

"I thought there would be tents," Edward said.

Well. There were tents. Just not assembled tents. And while Edward was proud of the letters he now had, the manual he had been given was... a little arcane. He could grasp the pictures on the other tome he'd been given just fine, and now he was putting considerable thought to the idea of building his futon and then simply draping a piece of tent fabric over it.

"Right," he added. "I suppose this is a thing I'll be doing. Then."

Beat.

"Jaysus."

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[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin wandered over to check on the progress of his neighbors whilst taking a short break from his own work.

"Enjoying yourself, Kenway?"

[doesnotkneel]

Edward was holding on to a tool of some sort, staring quizzically at the yurt-to-be. "Ah, I'm just... finding my legs, is all."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Ah. So I see."

Now he was just being a judgemental jerk.

[doesnotkneel]

"What's that supposed to mean, mate?" Edward demanded, his judgmental noble 'dar pinging in the back of his neck.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Nothing at all," Thorin replied, eyebrows going up to convey his innocence. "I was merely marveling over the skills of your people with building."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward scowled at him. "Pick up a hammer and hop to it if you think you can do it better," he said.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin glanced back at the Uzbekistan yurt at that. "Are you asking for assistance?"

[doesnotkneel]

"No, I'm tellin' you not to go around judging someone else's work if you've no intention of doing some yourself," Edward grumped.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I promise, that once I have finished my 'yurt', I will help with yours."

It might have random stone features in it. Don't question them. It was a dwarf thing.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward was Edward, and would mostly just be happy to have a roof over his head.

Doubly so if it didn't wobble in the wind. He was dubious about this whole tent plan as it was.

"Thank you," he said firmly, even if he did sound almost sad that it hadn't come to a fist fight. (Edward.) "...You making any sense of this thing?"

He held up the manual.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin would have hated to break Edward's hand with his skull, though.

"...I may have used mine for kindling."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward frowned. "...You're experienced in this sort of thing, then?" he said. "Or stupidly hard-headed."

[dwarvenswagger]

A little of column a, a little of column b...

"I have experience with building."

[doesnotkneel]

"Have you ever seen a tent like this before?" Edward asked.

[dwarvenswagger]

"...not as such." Maybe the men of Rohan did tents like these? "It cannot be too difficult."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward let out a laugh, a little more comfortable now. "I believe that's what we'd call famous last words, mate," he said.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Dwarven craftsmanship is without parallel."

JUST AS AN FYI.

[doesnotkneel]

"It may well be, but you've never seen this kind of craftsmanship before," Edward was obliged to point out.

[dwarvenswagger]

"The roof goes on top and the walls go on the sides. It's merely making them stay that way." With ornaments added on for funsies.

[doesnotkneel]

"It's a tent," Edward reiterated. "I think there's a hole, as well."

[dwarvenswagger]

"You don't say."

[doesnotkneel]

"I'm just sayin' it might be more complicated than that."

Because Ed didn't know what to do with 'hole in the roof'. All of the holes in his house back home weren't a feature.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Simplicity is the best plan," Thorin replied. "And from there, a more complex nature may flow."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward parsed that.

"...Right," he said. "You do that."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I will. And then we will see what plan works best."

SO NYAH.