Third Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[dwarvenswagger]

With his classes for the semester finished, Thorin was a bit at a loss with what to do with himself for the next week. Further attempts to return home had continued to result in failure, which left him in A Mood.

One that was not lifted even by watching these 'Olympics' that everyone seemed so interested in.

And yet he continued on watching. Hey, look at him fitting in! Kinda.

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille returned to the common room after her library shift to make some tea and perhaps, if she managed to find the right channel, watch an opera. All technology might not be useful, but some of it made enjoying music so much easier.

Of course she found Thorin watching stupid games.

"Good afternoon. What are those stupid games you're watching?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin rolled his eyes in a manner he liked to believe was majestic. "I will contain my surprise that you don't approve of athleticism."

[crimson_sister]

"I will quite easily express my surprise that you do." She wasn't even being sarcastic. "There are no swords involved, are there?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"There was fencing." With wimpy looking swords.

[crimson_sister]

"How sad that I missed that." Fencing might not have been that terrible, but Lucille wasn't going to admit that. "I came here to watch opera."

She held out a hand for the remote.

[dwarvenswagger]

He ignored said hand.

"Opera."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille still held out her hand. "Do you even know what it is?"

Dwarven opera sounded a little scary, even to Lucille.

[dwarvenswagger]

Rude! It probably involved a little more violence than the variety of Men, but...

"I know what it is," he said sourly.

[crimson_sister]

"Well, do you think this is better?"

Lucille should have considered that Thorin now would claim he did.

[dwarvenswagger]

"...perhaps. What is your opera about?"

[crimson_sister]

That he didn't immediately disagree with her was a bit of a surprise, but as he asked, Lucille would offer a sincere response. Sadly she couldn't answer the question.

"It depends on the opera," she said. "I don't know which one they choose to show today. They are often about passionate love and death, although there are comedic ones as well."

[dwarvenswagger]

Look, it was synchronized swimming. He needed to watch something else.

"I believe I would prefer the former to the latter."

[crimson_sister]

"Those are the ones I prefer as well."

Lucille still held out her hand.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin huffed in annoyance and handed it over.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille switched through the channels and finally found the right one. She smiled. "This is beautiful."

[dwarvenswagger]

"It is... serviceable." Because agreeing completely was difficult. Even when the music was very good.

And here he thought most Men incapable of decent musical skill. Because Tolkien loved writing dumb songs for the Elves and Dwarves.

[crimson_sister]

There was blood, knives, madness and wonderful music.

"Serviceable?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"For men."

[crimson_sister]

"What kind of opera would suit Dwarves?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"Perhaps one of historical interest." Let's be real, he'd love an opera about the fucked up Noldor.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille would probably also enjoy an opera about the Noldor, if she knew about them.

"There are plenty of operas set in the past. Including this one."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I suppose..." They were terrible people who really enjoyed the kinslaying of Elves.

[crimson_sister]

Kinslaying of Elves would make a good tragic opera.

"Then we watch this." Lucille took a seat on the couch.

[dwarvenswagger]

He didn't have to like it!

"Will you be be staying here for the next schooling session?"

[crimson_sister]

"I will," Lucille replied, her eyes on the screen. "And yourself?"

[In my head I had added that question.]

[dwarvenswagger]

"Unfortunate." One day he would return hoooome.

[crimson_sister]

"I am sorry to hear that. You have told me you miss your home."

And if he left he wouldn't be here to annoy her, although there was a possibility that she would miss the irritating Dwarf.

[dwarvenswagger]

He missed it do much, it was painful.

"I have duties," he muttered as the singing continued. "And my siblings..."

[crimson_sister]

"I miss my brother too," Lucille said sweetly.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I would hope so." Thorin so would not if he knew their ~special~ relationship.

[crimson_sister]

He would never find out.

"So I understand that you miss yours," Lucille continued.

[dwarvenswagger]

As was only right!

"I have continued to test whether the island will allow me to leave. As of yet, no."

[crimson_sister]

"I hope you can find some meaningful pastime while you're stuck here," Lucille said, her voice less caring than her words. "How is the mining going?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"It is... fine." Oh, he was so suspicious when she was asking about mining. Because someone here was a harlot about such matters!

[crimson_sister]

"I'm glad to hear that," Lucille said, smiling deceptively. "It seems important to you. Although you have yet to invite me to see it."

It was so rewarding to tease him about mining.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I doubt you would find it of interest," he replied stiffly.

[crimson_sister]

"Oh? And why is that?" She probably wouldn't find it very interesting, but it was amusing to try and make him talk about mining.