[This strange human's even more excitable than mister Bombur when he gets to have an extra helping of stew. Were they all like this?] O-oh, begging your pardon sir, I forgot to introduce meself.
Ori, at your service. [Ori bows and rises again just like he'd been taught, his hood falling off to expose his rather unique pudding-bowl haircut with the little braids.]
W-well, it is wonderful to meet you... m-mister Buddy. [Oh my, Buddy has an awfully large smile and he's very big, isn't he? But he seems to be in good spirits and Ori politely shakes his hand.]
I'm named for me brothers Dori and Nori. D-do you have any siblings, sir?
Ha, that makes sense! And you can just call me Buddy, Mister Buddy sounds silly.
[And because he feels rude hovering over the dwarf, and because he thinks it must be a pain to keep looking up so much, Buddy settles on the floor, legs folding beneath him.]
I have a brother from my real dad! His name's Michael! He has a big winter coat and goes to school and is really good at snow ball fights. We always decorate the tree together for Christmas, it's one of my favorite things to do with him. What do you do with your brothers?
Oh- but... but we don't know eachother very well yet, sir. [Ori sits down as well, feeling it'd be rude to keep standing and lo!, he's shorter again. He looks up at him and smiles.]
Your brother sounds like he's a great brother. I-I like snow balls. [Though Ori is more the snowman-building type himself. He blinks and considers the human's question.] M-many things, Dori taught me how to knit and make the perfect cup- cup of tea and Nori taught me how to fire me slingshot!
[Buddy blushes and lets slip a tiny giggle.] Sir. If it makes you more comfortable, then that's okay. I was just letting you know that I am a-okay with my name and my name alone.
Ooo, a slingshot! [Claps his hands once and holds them to his chest.] Can I see? Will you show me?
I've been raised by me mummy and me brother Dori to call strangers sir and ma'am. [And friends as well, more often than not. Ori's a little too polite at times!]
[He smiles and takes his slingshot out of his cardigan pocket, presenting it like a priceless sword.] No- Nori made it for me himself.
I never got to meet my mom, but I saw her in a picture once. [He doesn't dwell on this sad bit of news, he's just making small talk. He talks a lot, in case you haven't noticed.]
[Buddy coos over the weapon but doesn't touch it out of manners and such.]
Show me what you can do!
[It is, of course, encouraging and not demanding.]
Oh, yes, I am rather, aren't I? [Just brushing six feet in height, John is rather a lanky specimen even in his native London, often being able to crane over the heads of those around him. Holmes included. It's one of his few advantages, in fact.]
[And as if to get a better understanding of the situation, Watson looks down first at himself and then at Ori for comparison, coming to the conclusion that, yes, perhaps he is a little intimidating.] But then I suppose you're used to it, aren't you? Being, erm -- [How best to phrase this delicately?] -- at a disadvantage? In terms of, uh... Right, yes. [Shut up, John.]
R-rather. Rather tall, sir. [The small dwarf peers up at him from under his hood with the kind of innocent shamelessness you'd expect from a child. He's actually studying the human, taking in all his features and trying to find out of he's a bad human or a not-so-bad one if such a thing exists.]
[He nods quietly at the human's question, his eyebrows falling ever so sightly in defeat.] Most- most dwarves are taller than I am. But me older brother Dori says that I'm still growing, perhaps. [And perhaps not... although Ori won't admit to that.]
[Yes, John's noticed, and has to admit that Ori's apparent fascination with him is just a tad disconcerting. One would almost think he'd never seen a man of, uh, more or less average height before.] I'm certain he's right.
[The poor fellow seems so downcast about the whole thing that Watson simply doesn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.] Besides, I think it's a bit of a mistake to measure a person's worth by their stature alone, wouldn't you say?
[Other than mister Gandalf, Ori has never met anyone as tall as John Watson before. He's fascinated and wonders what it'd be like to be so tall. Why, he'd tower over his own older brothers at that height!]
S-some say that it's not the- the height but the width that matters, sir. [There too, little Ori falls short. His thick, layered knits hide some of it but the dwarf's mostly skin and bones.]
I suppose I might be. *Stephen is a little taller than average and then this fellow, at a child's height really. But he also doesn't resemble any of the smaller people he's ever seen before.* But there are certainly others taller than me.
[Ori looking up at him and squints, briefly thinking he recognizes this tall man from somewhere. Then, he nods timidly.]
S-some orcs are- are taller than you, sir. And. And trees. [He clutches his book to his chest and his other hand finds his trusty slingshot, his small eyes never leaving the other's. He'd been warned not to trust humans.]
:D because Ori is too adorable to pass up <3 i play Fili btw
Trees to be sure, but I can't say that I've heard of orcs before. *Stephen isn't so sure what to make of the little fellow either, the feeling is somewhat mutual. But he is trying to be polite about it.* My name is Stephen, what's yours?
[Considered unusual looking even for a dwarf, little Ori's definitely something else to behold. The layers and layers of over-sized knitwear he's wearing doesn't help... but he does look very cozy like this and it's snowing which justifies it a little.]
Me name's Ori... [And then, quietly.] Are you a human?
Why- why yes. [This particular dwarf is only a little taller than a small human boy and he's generally not a fearsome looking sort. That question made him raise his eyebrows and blink.]
I am not afraid of salt, young master human. I quite- I quite enjoy a bit of salt on me chips! [He's smiling fully now, wondering why any dwarves'd fear salt.]
[Ori fidgets with his wooly mittens, feeling silly for saying such a thing to a hobbit even if said hobbit was a bit taller than the only other hobbit he knew.]
S-scuse me, mister hobbit. 'm sorry. Didn't mean to be rude.
[The dwarf's noticably thin for one and that along with his whispy beard and freckled cheeks make him most unintimidating... even to a hobbit. He's still fussing, with the strings of his cardigan this time, when he finally looks back at Pippin and speaks up.]
Me name's Ori and it- it's wonderful to meet you, mister Peregrin Took. [ A very long name but it's nothing to the tiny scholar. More difficult would be to overcome his natural shyness and adress the hobbit by Pippin and only Pippin.]
You'd think there would be more out and about now...
[This dwarf wasn't anything like Gimli, that was for sure. He was probably much younger too, is the beard was anything to go by. He did wish he had listened more to Gimli's tales when they were together.]
Have you come for the party as well mister Ori? I'm sure we could find some food for your liking. Gimli shouldn't have eaten it all yet. Especially not if someone has asked him about his battles.
[He turned and waved for the dwarf to follow him into one of the large tents they had erected in the market place.]
We've had some ale brought in from the Shire. I assure you it's the best you can find in all of Middle-Earth!
[Ori's very polite for a dwarf... and awkward, which is why he's all the way in the back of the crowd and not dancing with the lasses and mingling like the other young dwarves and hobbits. But food... food sounds safe enough! And he liked hobbit food the last time he ate it.] O-oh... yes, thank you, I love parties, mister Took. [The travel to get here made him hungry, even with Dori making sure his youngest brother ate enough. Ori worries that Dori's already missing him since he wandered off, in fact.]
I. I enjoy alcoholic drinks very much, although me older brother greatly disapproves of me drinking them. [He follows the hobbit around to the tents with food and drinks. And he waves at Bombur, think Gimli but thrice as fat, who's too busy inhaling an entire chicken to notice him.] Gosh, it- it seems like mister Bombur found the food as well.
[Pip gave a laugh as he watched his cousin, Merry, dance with one of the lasses who had come out to the party. He could also see some of his other family members mingling in with the crowd, but his attention was on the dwarf who he was leading to the food. He gave him a grin as he spotted where his eyes had wondered to.]
Your brother sounds like my older cousin Frodo. He didn't ever approve of Merry and my merriment, though when we were younger he would join us. I think it comes with age, though I do hope it never happens to me. [He grabbed a tankard as he passed by one and took a large sip.] We best hurry, before all the good food is gone!
Yay! <33333 Maybe you should talk with the person who plays Fili? (also in this post)
[He's ducking away in his hood when they pass the large crowd of dancing hobbits and a few dwarves as well, in fact. Fili, Kili and Bofur each found a comely hobbit lass to hop around with and Ori's very glad he's not them; dancing seems very difficult and lasses giggle'n such. He focuses on mister Took's words instead.]
Oh... I don't think me brother Dori ever did any drinking. He likes tea best. [But Ori, Ori's mighty curious about that tankard that Pippin's holding. He holds two mitten-covered hands out to it, smiling.] I'll- I'll only take a few small sips.
[Pippin shouldn't be handing the tankard to the dwarf. He shouldn't be encouraging that kind of behavior, but he couldn't help it. He gave a smile and pressed the thing into Ori's hands.] A few sips it is then. Perhaps you will come to like it.
[His eyes drifted to the dancing party and laughed as Merry finally got the Lady Éowyn to dance with him. He'd been trying nearly all night long, but she had been refusing him. Pip was glad for his cousin.] Do you not like to dance with the rest of your friends, master Ori? [He found himself humming along to the tune and tapping his foot.]
[Ori's almost a fully grown dwarf, though you wouldn't think so, and he had alcohol before. Just not a lot of alcohol; Dori made sure of that. He took it and can't help but grin a little, feeling very sneaky indeed when he takes a few big gulps of alcohol. Then, he returns it to him and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.] Better than- than dwarven beer, mister Took!
[He looks back at the dancing couples and quickly shakes his head, the little braids next to his face moving along.] I-I. I never danced before. [He lowered his voice to a whisper.] And I think- I think the ladies only want to dance with handsome men.
We hobbits have a few good recipes. I am glad you like it.
[Pippin stopped moving as he looked over at Ori. Was the dwarf confused by something? The women folk at this party had been eying them both since Pippin had led them into the tent.] As for the ladies... I do believe there are a few who wishes you'd catch their eye. [He points to a curly haired hobbit lass who was eying Ori with much curiosity. Which he would know of anywhere, as the lass was none other than his own older sister Pearl.]
Go on master Ori, go ask the lass for a dance. For I fear if you do not, she will come claim it on her own.
[Being a dwarf and looking like Ori, with his whispy beard and his thin frame and gentle nature, the female dwarves couldn't care less about the little fellow. But it seemed the hobbit ladies and one in particular thought differently about that. Shyly, he peeked at the hobbit lass mister Took pointed out to him... surely she wouldn't really want to dance with him?]
Ask... ask her? [Suddenly, he thought of how impressed his new friend would be if he actually did it. And not to mention the look on the other dwarves' faces! He lowered his hood and arranged his braids and shuffled over to her.] I-I beg your pardon, ma'am. Miss.
[Pippin's grin nearly split his face as he watched Ori. A few ladies had come up to him and were begging him to dance with them, but his attention was still on Ori, and his sister. Sure he knew Pearl could handle herself, but he was still her brother. Even younger, he had to watch out for her.]
Pearl. Me name's Pearl. [Pearl for her part, batted her eyes and rearranged her curls around her face. Flirting came simple to her. She was a Took after all.]
Miss- miss Pearl... me name's Ori and I'm a dwarf and I like to- I would like to knit you a scarf one day. If- if you'd like that sort of thing. Scarves, I mean. Or- or mittens. I knit mittens too.
[So much for Ori asking Pippin's sister for a dance... he'd really wanted to ask her but before he knew it, she'd batted her eyes at him and he'd begun about his knitting!]
[Pippin nearly tripped over his own feet as he leaned forward to listen to the conversation, and his head hit the table anyways when Ori failed to ask Pearl to dance. His sister however wasn't one to be denied so easily.]
That would be very lovely mister Ori. I do much like a good scarf. Hobbit ones aren't very good. [She gave him a smile and held out her hand.] In the meantime, would you care to join me? I much desire to know about you, for I have never met a dwarf before.
[Ori nervously took her offered hand and looked back at Pippin, his expression somewhere between 'awfully lost' and 'in need of a great deal of help' He was on his own, however. Just him and this talkative and pretty hobbit lass.]
A-aye. I'd love- love to join you and... and... [Not dance? Mister Pippin had wanted him to dance with her but he didn't know any dances yet! Not even one.]
Dance? Or we- we can just... sit and. And talk, if you'd want to. I know many things about being a dwarf, miss Pearl. [He smiled shyly.]
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Oh, thank you! I take after my mom, I think, since Papa Elf isn't so tall himself.
Nori and I look just like father but Dori takes after mummy. [In a lot of different ways.]
All your names rhyme! That's fun, what's your??
Ori, at your service. [Ori bows and rises again just like he'd been taught, his hood falling off to expose his rather unique pudding-bowl haircut with the little braids.]
Ori! I like that name. Orrrii. My name's Buddy!
[And as he doesn't have a bowing custom, the green clad gentleman holds out his hand towards the dwarf.
He...hasn't stopped smiling yet.]
I'm named for me brothers Dori and Nori. D-do you have any siblings, sir?
[And because he feels rude hovering over the dwarf, and because he thinks it must be a pain to keep looking up so much, Buddy settles on the floor, legs folding beneath him.]
I have a brother from my real dad! His name's Michael! He has a big winter coat and goes to school and is really good at snow ball fights. We always decorate the tree together for Christmas, it's one of my favorite things to do with him. What do you do with your brothers?
Your brother sounds like he's a great brother. I-I like snow balls. [Though Ori is more the snowman-building type himself. He blinks and considers the human's question.] M-many things, Dori taught me how to knit and make the perfect cup- cup of tea and Nori taught me how to fire me slingshot!
Ooo, a slingshot! [Claps his hands once and holds them to his chest.] Can I see? Will you show me?
[He smiles and takes his slingshot out of his cardigan pocket, presenting it like a priceless sword.] No- Nori made it for me himself.
[Buddy coos over the weapon but doesn't touch it out of manners and such.]
Show me what you can do!
[It is, of course, encouraging and not demanding.]
[And as if to get a better understanding of the situation, Watson looks down first at himself and then at Ori for comparison, coming to the conclusion that, yes, perhaps he is a little intimidating.] But then I suppose you're used to it, aren't you? Being, erm -- [How best to phrase this delicately?] -- at a disadvantage? In terms of, uh... Right, yes. [Shut up, John.]
[He nods quietly at the human's question, his eyebrows falling ever so sightly in defeat.] Most- most dwarves are taller than I am. But me older brother Dori says that I'm still growing, perhaps. [And perhaps not... although Ori won't admit to that.]
[The poor fellow seems so downcast about the whole thing that Watson simply doesn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.] Besides, I think it's a bit of a mistake to measure a person's worth by their stature alone, wouldn't you say?
S-some say that it's not the- the height but the width that matters, sir. [There too, little Ori falls short. His thick, layered knits hide some of it but the dwarf's mostly skin and bones.]
S-some orcs are- are taller than you, sir. And. And trees. [He clutches his book to his chest and his other hand finds his trusty slingshot, his small eyes never leaving the other's. He'd been warned not to trust humans.]
Me name's Ori... [And then, quietly.] Are you a human?
I am. But I have to admit, I haven't met one of your kind before, Ori.
[Squints at.]
[Now, that's news! Were there supposed to be dangerous? Dean wasn't around to say, but he seemed harmless enough.]
Are you afraid of salt?
I am not afraid of salt, young master human. I quite- I quite enjoy a bit of salt on me chips! [He's smiling fully now, wondering why any dwarves'd fear salt.]
S-scuse me, mister hobbit. 'm sorry. Didn't mean to be rude.
No need for apologizes, master dwarf. No harm has been done.
[He bounces on his feet for a moment before taking in the dwarf.]
I don't believe we've ever met. Peregrin Took, though most just call me Pippin.
Me name's Ori and it- it's wonderful to meet you, mister Peregrin Took. [ A very long name but it's nothing to the tiny scholar. More difficult would be to overcome his natural shyness and adress the hobbit by Pippin and only Pippin.]
Have you come for the party as well mister Ori? I'm sure we could find some food for your liking. Gimli shouldn't have eaten it all yet. Especially not if someone has asked him about his battles.
[He turned and waved for the dwarf to follow him into one of the large tents they had erected in the market place.]
We've had some ale brought in from the Shire. I assure you it's the best you can find in all of Middle-Earth!
I. I enjoy alcoholic drinks very much, although me older brother greatly disapproves of me drinking them. [He follows the hobbit around to the tents with food and drinks. And he waves at Bombur, think Gimli but thrice as fat, who's too busy inhaling an entire chicken to notice him.] Gosh, it- it seems like mister Bombur found the food as well.
Your brother sounds like my older cousin Frodo. He didn't ever approve of Merry and my merriment, though when we were younger he would join us. I think it comes with age, though I do hope it never happens to me. [He grabbed a tankard as he passed by one and took a large sip.] We best hurry, before all the good food is gone!
Oh... I don't think me brother Dori ever did any drinking. He likes tea best. [But Ori, Ori's mighty curious about that tankard that Pippin's holding. He holds two mitten-covered hands out to it, smiling.] I'll- I'll only take a few small sips.
[His eyes drifted to the dancing party and laughed as Merry finally got the Lady Éowyn to dance with him. He'd been trying nearly all night long, but she had been refusing him. Pip was glad for his cousin.] Do you not like to dance with the rest of your friends, master Ori? [He found himself humming along to the tune and tapping his foot.]
[He looks back at the dancing couples and quickly shakes his head, the little braids next to his face moving along.] I-I. I never danced before. [He lowered his voice to a whisper.] And I think- I think the ladies only want to dance with handsome men.
[Pippin stopped moving as he looked over at Ori. Was the dwarf confused by something? The women folk at this party had been eying them both since Pippin had led them into the tent.] As for the ladies... I do believe there are a few who wishes you'd catch their eye. [He points to a curly haired hobbit lass who was eying Ori with much curiosity. Which he would know of anywhere, as the lass was none other than his own older sister Pearl.]
Go on master Ori, go ask the lass for a dance. For I fear if you do not, she will come claim it on her own.
Ask... ask her? [Suddenly, he thought of how impressed his new friend would be if he actually did it. And not to mention the look on the other dwarves' faces! He lowered his hood and arranged his braids and shuffled over to her.] I-I beg your pardon, ma'am. Miss.
Pearl. Me name's Pearl. [Pearl for her part, batted her eyes and rearranged her curls around her face. Flirting came simple to her. She was a Took after all.]
[So much for Ori asking Pippin's sister for a dance... he'd really wanted to ask her but before he knew it, she'd batted her eyes at him and he'd begun about his knitting!]
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That would be very lovely mister Ori. I do much like a good scarf. Hobbit ones aren't very good. [She gave him a smile and held out her hand.] In the meantime, would you care to join me? I much desire to know about you, for I have never met a dwarf before.
A-aye. I'd love- love to join you and... and... [Not dance? Mister Pippin had wanted him to dance with her but he didn't know any dances yet! Not even one.]
Dance? Or we- we can just... sit and. And talk, if you'd want to. I know many things about being a dwarf, miss Pearl. [He smiled shyly.]