[center][h2][color=999999]Thurin Stoutarm[/color][/h2][/center] 
[center][h1][i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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In Thurin's own little world, the smell of fish brought something different than one would expect. For he was dreaming of the Battle of the Five armies, when he and his lads had charged the Elves and Men only to be halted by foul Goblins at the last moment! Bodies lay strewn across the battlefield, and even this far from the village he could smell the victims that still smouldered from Smaug the terrible's wrath. They smelled like- 

"[color=999999]Fish,[/color]" he muttered, opening his eyes groggily. Something was off, for not only was there a small weight on his side, but his otherside was being poked repeatedly by something that just couldn't let him sleep. He mumbled something in Dwarvish, then sat up, which caused Ellaryn's front half to slide down and rest on his stout leg. "[color=999999]Eh? Wha?[/color]"

Ellaryn awoke, she felt warm and surprisingly refreshed from her first good nights sleep in ages. The tent she had draped over herself had moved during the night, now it completely covered her and something or someone else, her eyes opened in shock. She stiffled a gasp as the object she slept on moved. She slid down and came fully awake, arms and legs started to flail about as she realised she was completely covered in the tent. She was about to panic when the aroma of freshly cooked fish reached her nose, her mouth watered immediately and her mind raced about where she was.

Slowly she poked her face out, the state she had gotten herself into faded the impression of dwarf made mail that was imprinted on the left side of her face. "[color=bc8dbf]Breakfast already?[/color]" it was said so fast, none could decide if she meant the the time or more likely if it was actually ready to eat.

Thurin's eyes squinted at the light of day, but other than that he seemed ready to go as soon as he had sat up. The sturdy Dwarf let out a groaned and lifted himself up, standing tall (for his kind) and steady. "[color=999999]Ah, seems we've got a bit of a meal going. There's little better in this world full of darkness and danger, little better to lift your spirits than a fine meal and a fine tune.[/color]" Now all he needed was the tune, and he muttered as much to himself. 

It was almost as if the smell of food reminded him of something, and he turned to see the Halfling with her hair a mess asking about the fish. He knelt down and grabbed the back of her shirt, lifting her up to her feet with one strong arm. "[color=999999]Up ye go, little one. Ye can't be traveling on an empty stomach, though I'm for thinking that there won't be a second breakfast.[/color]" He gave her the smile of a comrade. He'd always thought Hobbits were fine people, though curious in nature. 

Ellaryn, fell back into very old hobbit self, having been hoisted to her feet she gave out a very feminine squeal of surprise. She had never been handled like that ever (her infantcy in this situation didn't count) and her face shone red as the ripest tomatoe, while her stomach growled its deepest.