||: oof, calm yo'self there Thorin.

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||: Describe your muse: Me: He's old. He's cantankerous. He's pissed af. He's the dad friend. All he wants is to drink and kill everything at the moment.

—; Oғ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴘɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ, Aɴᴅ ʜɪs sᴋɪɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀʀᴇᴅ sᴀʟᴛ, Oғ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɢʟᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ’s ᴅᴀʀᴋ Aɴᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴏʀᴅ.

“. . . Alright then.”

:|| Me. Every. Single. Day.

"Reasoning with this one (𝑽 𝑰́ 𝑹 𝑰) is like cutting rock with butter." He huffs.

—; 𝒯ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ 𝘤 𝘰 𝘮 𝘮 𝘰 𝘯 ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ℬᴀʀɢᴇᴍᴀɴ, ℱᴏʀ ʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ 𝘤 𝘰 𝘮 𝘮 𝘰 𝘯 ᴍᴀɴ. 𝒩ᴏʙɪʟɪᴛʏ 𝘣 𝘦 𝘤 𝘰 𝘮 𝘦 𝘴 ʜɪᴍ, ℬ𝐴𝑅𝐷, 𝒦𝐼𝑁𝐺 ᴏғ 𝒟𝐴𝐿𝐸.

Grunts, scratching at his bearded jawline

"Why is he staring at me...?"

Doesn’t know whether to be flattered or offended.

Groans.

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎...” #𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 #𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚃𝚑𝚎𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗