[Closed] Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky

[espigeonage]

Who: Thorir, Aaron, Julien
What: Let's find the prodigal pigeon and haul him back home
Where: Within the Neuschwanstein boundary; a mountainous place without that many people
When: This weekend


yes okay maybe the main reason I cut this was for the text.

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[elfstoned]

He knows. God, he knows what a bad idea it was.

"Twice," Aaron said, "once traveling east to west, then again west to east. Aragorn made it out alive both times, but I'd rather not talk about what happened there. I'll just say it was necessary, and leave it at that."

[disdainfully]

"Thorin never entered." For other reasons, but still. One good decision that he made.

"...Did your other know any Dwarves?"

[elfstoned]

He was smart not to. But Aaron is glad to leave the topic of Moria behind.

"One," he says. "His name was Gimli. We traveled together."

[disdainfully]

An echo.

He really should have suspected that that would happen, but it still takes him by surprise and he almost slips at the sudden vertigo. "Gimli, son of Glóin."

[elfstoned]

"The very same," says Aaron, not sure if he should be surprised or not -- it's probably racist to assume all Dwarves know each other, but since Aragorn and Thorin had been alive around the same time and been in the same places, well...

"He knew one called Balin, and one called...Ori, I think it was. I -- never met them." The expression on his face darkens. He's not sure Thorir will want to hear what he knows of Balin and Ori. "And Dain." Dain, at least, was alive -- or at least, Aaron got that impression.

[disdainfully]

"...Dain is my cousin, as is Balin. I don't know the degree of separation, though." He listens to himself and then shakes his head abruptly. "Thorin's cousins. Ori and Balin where with him when he reclaimed his mountain, Dain came to his aid later, first to defend them against Elves and Men and then against Orcs and their ilk."

[elfstoned]

Aaron nods. "It's hard to keep distance when you talk about it sometimes, isn't it?" he says, understanding. "Especially when discussing people with strong feelings connected to them. But Balin -- he was--"

But here, Aaron cuts himself off. They've arrived: Aaron points forward at the building.

"That's it. He was in there when we started the climb." Aaron reaches into his bag to pull out the crystal ball, to check one more time.

"....yeah. He's there."