runestone_promise: (Yes I am paying attention)
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Who: Anyone [Open]
What: A shopping trip to the market
When: Post Fairy Tale Event
Where: The Market
Warnings: None at this time
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Now that he wasn't enchanted, Kili had decided that it was time to visit the market. When he'd explored the place with Tauriel he had not focused on necessities, wanting to show 'Rapunzel' the world instead. He had faint memories of the stalls and vendors and realized that since the market might change to something less hospitable, he should gather what supplies he could before they lost access to the place.

As he wandered the stalls, he tried not to garner too much attention, remembering the Head Librarian's warnings not to upset the locals. As promised, he had coin enough to pay for what he needed, and a bit more if he was careful. Browsing the stalls, he took note of food and other supplies that might improve their stay in their new home. Occasionally he would stop his search to look around to see if he recognized any of the others who now called the Library home.
huntingorcs: (just leave it to me)

[personal profile] huntingorcs 2015-09-04 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hah!" Elladan grins at the thought. "Well it could be worse - you and I, we only known Thranduil. But Glorfindel used to tell us stories of Thingol, the Elvenking of Doriath long ago, and I know my sister loved the tale of Beren and Luthien, but Thingol, it seems, is even worse with the shinies."

"Tauriel?" He blinks at Kili and shakes his head. "No - I was referring to Glorfindel. He is Imladris' Captain, and so he is mine as well, you see."
huntingorcs: (my other half)

[personal profile] huntingorcs 2015-09-07 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"To be fair to Thingol and the dwarves, who were... Broadbeams, I believe, not Longbeards like you and your family - they were dealing with a Silmaril, which has historically developed a reputation for making otherwise sane people do increasingly insane things." Elladan allows.

He grins at Kili and drops the bombshell "Oh, they're true all right. Thingol is my great-great-great grandfather - Luthien and Beren and my ancestors. Why else do you think my father is called 'Half-elven'?"

He shakes his head. "No, I don't think so, but I don't spend as much time in Thranduil's Halls since Legolas grew up and it became Mirkwood, so I don't know everyone there. And trust me, if you met Glorfindel, you would remember him - he's kinda... noticeable."