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Orual · 02-21-2004, 10:51 PM

Óin glanced over at the debate going on around him. He glanced at Maron darkly, sighing and rolling his eyes at the sky, where he noticed a cloud that looked a little bit like his mother. He shrugged and turned to Balin and Flori, and the small crowd gathered around them.

"If you ask me--which I know none of you did, but I don't care--we'll avoid Mirkwood as much as we can," he said loudly. Most of the dwarves turned to look at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued. "Balin, the last time we went through Mirkwood, it did us no good and cost us a lot of time. You can ramble on about honor and appearances, but what I think most of us are worried about is mithril. Who will know that we didn't pass through Mirkwood when we had the chance? A better question yet, who will care? Alrik over there has the right idea. Don't ask for trouble and it'll still come to you, but perhaps in smaller quantities than otherwise."

A couple of the dwarves turned to each other, agreeing with him or talking about the grumpy old spoilsport who was trying to ruin the adventure, he could not tell. And he did not care. "We'll do well enough to keep our skin intact on the safe route to Moria, if there's such a thing. Why waste time and energy going through Mirkwood? What's in Mirkwood? Elves and spiders, that's what. Trouble and danger. If you're taking a vote, Balin, my vote's no, and if you're taking the advice of old friends I'd have you looking at the past as a learning experience instead of a grudge. The elves were mean to us. We're not children anymore, Balin. Is it worth risking injury and lost time and perhaps worse to go and say 'I got through your forest, so there, you pompous, pointy-eared mischief-makers'? I think not." He nodded sagely and fell silent.

02-21-2004, 10:51 PM	#11
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Óin glanced over at the debate going on around him. He glanced at Maron darkly, sighing and rolling his eyes at the sky, where he noticed a cloud that looked a little bit like his mother. He shrugged and turned to Balin and Flori, and the small crowd gathered around them. "If you ask me--which I know none of you did, but I don't care--we'll avoid Mirkwood as much as we can," he said loudly. Most of the dwarves turned to look at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued. "Balin, the last time we went through Mirkwood, it did us no good and cost us a lot of time. You can ramble on about honor and appearances, but what I think most of us are worried about is mithril. Who will know that we didn't pass through Mirkwood when we had the chance? A better question yet, who will care? Alrik over there has the right idea. Don't ask for trouble and it'll still come to you, but perhaps in smaller quantities than otherwise." A couple of the dwarves turned to each other, agreeing with him or talking about the grumpy old spoilsport who was trying to ruin the adventure, he could not tell. And he did not care. "We'll do well enough to keep our skin intact on the safe route to Moria, if there's such a thing. Why waste time and energy going through Mirkwood? What's in Mirkwood? Elves and spiders, that's what. Trouble and danger. If you're taking a vote, Balin, my vote's no, and if you're taking the advice of old friends I'd have you looking at the past as a learning experience instead of a grudge. The elves were mean to us. We're not children anymore, Balin. Is it worth risking injury and lost time and perhaps worse to go and say 'I got through your forest, so there, you pompous, pointy-eared mischief-makers'? I think not." He nodded sagely and fell silent.