Elendor
Gimp Party
Hildis and Ranol pay Thari a visit after the troll fight.
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Location: Erebor
Description: What a painful walk. Not the worst he's dealt with, but this was definitely a bad idea. It's mostly uphill to where the richer dwarves live and Balur is one of the wealthiest. Ranol is stubborn at times though and he does little more than grit his teeth and press on. Thari's home is an enclosed tunnel that's a door at the top of a flight of stairs. And now the two are standing at the bottom and Ranol is looking up them with doubt. "This is the place.." He says, out of breath with his free hand pressed against his chest beneath the heavy blue cloak.
It was not long after they left that Hildis began gritting her teeth but not at her own pain. Twice she asked him to turn back along the way, the second time he was brusque and were she not truly concerned she would be angry. She tries to support him, glances at him with the suspicion that something is wrong."Finally, I was wrong to bring you here." She hefts the basket, heavy to her now, and begins the long climb up the stairs, goes to the door and knocks.
"It's just the ribs, when I relax I'll be fine. Don't worry of it.. I knew what the walk would feel like.." Ranol says, leaning agaist the wall to catch his breath. He's not ready to climb those steps, not yet.
The huskarl is fairly battered, though he doesn't look it under the heavy cloak. He has his left arm in a sling and cast, and there are numerous unseen injuries, and a few cracked ribs.
Hildis puts the basket down while she waits, one handed adjusts her green gown and the black sling, brushes her beard down then looks down the stairs at him in worry.
Ranol begins climbing, his pace slow, but after a couple of steps he figures out a way to make it less agonizing by favoring his left side. "Go ahead.. I'll get there.. " He says, one hand against the wall. He knew the stairs would be bad, but seeing Thari will be fun.
There are several silent moments passed before the door opens, and when it does there is a rush of noise.
"--bloody well WON'T!" someone is shouting into the house.
"When your father gets home home he'll--" this voice is much more distant and has neither the volume or the vigor to make up for the one right at the door.
"Oh, hello!" Thari, who is the one at the door, interrupts whoever is still shouting inside to speak to Hildis. She has her own left arm in a dark sling, a black eye, and several long scratches across her face.
She looks beyond Hildis. "Ranol! What by Durin do you think you're doing?" she says, aghast.
[Hildis(#23062)]
The Barazin daughter will not allow it.
"Go ahead? Where? The door is closed," she hisses and leaves the basket on the upper step and starts to come down to him. while voices rise behind the door and Thari appears. She stops, looks back at her guiltily, mouth open at the magnificient black that Thari sports and weakly raises her one good hand, "We came to visit?"
"Thari!" Ranol calls up cheerfully, denying the pain he's in. He forces a smile on his face. "Visiting, cousin. Am I not allowed to come visit?" He asks in a joking tone. "Is your mother home? I have a message for her."
Thari gives a crooked smile to Hildis. "Glad to have you." She then calls within. "Mother! Ranol is here to see us!"
Her voice drops again and she hisses down at Ranol, "What were you thinking? Get inside and into a bed." She starts slowly easing down the stairs as if to help him, her face paling with pain.
"Coming!" calls the lady within-- Thari's mother, presumably. "Go sit down, Thari dear, you're in no condition to be up!"
Hildis's expression would be more appropriate to being charged by a flying dragon, albeit a hurt one, and simultaneously being attacked by a squad of orcs. She's horrified at the prospect of helping them both up the stairs and quite unexpectedly (she would look surprised had she the time) snaps, "Stay right there, Thari! I will get him."
She doubles her speed down the stairs and with as much gentleness as she can muster slides an awkward arm of support under his free one.
"Come along you. I should have known you were stubborn."
"What good is a bed going to do?" Ranol asks, still slowly climbing. He's nearly to the top, his breathing heavy and he winces with each deep intake of air. Hildis moves up alongside him and he doesn't begrudge her aid at this point. "All dwarves are stubborn.." He mutters, trying to avoid leaning on her anymore than neccessary. Once they reach the top he lets out a breath slowly, relieved. "I hate your stairs Thari."
"Thari." A blonde dwarf appears at the top of the stairs, her eyes a pale blue. She sounds less exasperated than simply tired. "You know what Olur would say after how he had to carry you up."
Thari begrudgingly returns up the stairs. and steps back inside, swaying a bit. The family's entryway is wide, all pale marble and dark wood. "I'm fine, Mama, don't worry."
[Hildis(#23062)]
At the very last, the young Barazin daughter begins to pale, too.
"He is hurt, he is hurt," she chants as they make the climb. And looks up at Thari's kin for help.
"Bed, please," she manages forgetting all courtesies in her worry.
"Aunt Nari.. " The huskarl says, still breathless. "My mother says.. hello." Ranol pulls away from Hildis now that they're at the top of the stairs and his mind is noticing more than just his pain. Such as.. the fact that his is so very close to Hildis and thinking about how close he is.. which clearly means he's too close.
"It was her idea." He says with a grin, trying to brush off his haggard state of health.
[Thari(#31038)]
"There isn't a bedroom on the main floor," Nari tells Hildis, flustered. "I don't--" she looks uncertainly at Thari and then to Ranol. "Thari, show them the upstairs parlour and-- I don't know-- I'll have the cook send for a healer?"
"How nice, dear," Nari responds in a distracted, patronizing way to Ranol. She is wringing her hands.
Thari moves toward a side door, the skirts of her soft dress dragging quietly across the cold marble. "I could probably look at him, Mother..."
"That's very kind of you, Thari dear, but a real healer would be better now, I think." Thari only sighs a little.
[Hildis(#23062)]
Ranol pulls away and she doesn't protest, a deep frown presses her mouth together under her moustache and she looks at him sideways under her shuttered eyelids. A stair landing of all places is not where she should begin her "run away" shuffle. She is breathless as well but her upbringing comes back to her and she bows as low as her shoulder will let her. She speaks into the seeming chaos their arrival provokes, "Hildis, daughter of Hilvor," she says with an air of embarrassment and then looks at the Huskarl in horror.
Dismally she nods, "It was me!
Ranol looks back and forth as all the women speak, licking his dry lips slowly. "No more stairs.. please." He says in his soft manner, then moves closer to his aunt, reaching to touch her arm. "Aunt Nari, please. Thari can check my health if you are concerned. She saved my life on the trip, and has patched me up at least half a dozen times."
[Thari(#31038)]
"You hit him?" Thari wearily responds to Hildis. "Bloody good strike then, my lass. Come on, you lot," she adds from the doorway to the other room. She doesn't stop but continues shuffling her way in, thick carpeting padding the room beyond. "There's enough couches in here for our whole company to sleep with or without ponies."
"Oh, well, I don't---" Nari twists the end of her long beard like a beardling at Ranol's assertation. "Whatever you think is best, of course, Ranol dear."
[Hildis(#23062)]
"No more stairs," she sighs as much for her own benefit as Ranol's. Hildis walks past Nari with an abbreviated bow following Ranol in case he falls. Her eyes sweep the rich room, it has more couches than her own household has in beds, chairs and sofas altogether. She shepards him as best she can without touching him though she had liked it. He felt so warm.
"Thari, I don't pretend to tell you what to do but look to his ribs."
"I'm fine, Aunt Nari. It's not as bad as it looks." Perhaps a bit of a stretch, but Ranol doesn't like people to worry after him. Once inside the sitting room he makes his way to soft looking chair and sinks into it in relief, laying his head back for a moment to wait for the pain to fade. And perhaps for thoughts of Hildis to pass before he finds himself staring at her.
"You can bring us hot drinks, Mother," Thari calls back in a reassuring tone, and Nari, still wringing her hands, disappears while muttering.
"Ranol, you should lie down." Thari turns toward Ranol's chair in her slow and easy walk, still looking tired. "You really can't go home now that you've come here. Your father is going to have a fit over this." She reaches with her good hand for her cousin's chest and feels with a ginger prod, starting to become firmer.
Without an invitation Hildis sits down, too, misery makes her green eyes dull when she looks at Ranol. She slumps as much as her shoulder will let her in the seat and can't resist saying, "Alright, if all dwarves are stubborn then among them there must be: stubborn, stubborner, and stubbornest." She subsides muttering, "How can anyone be so nice and so stubborn? Please lie down for a while, Ranol."
"I'm sitting and resting, I'm not being overly stubborn. I'll be fine to walk home in a bit. It's all downhill.. And my father won't care." Ranol mutters the last, shooting his cousin a look. When Thari pushes against his chest he hisses sharply in pain. "Stop! That's where the spike got me.. " He says in a strained voice. "And the ribs.. " When her prodding moves to tender, cracked bones.
"I can't do anything about the ribs. You know that," Thari says this as if broken ribs were an old familiar thing. "I've got 'em myself. You can't go home though. If you argue with me, remember what happened in Beoville. I'll do it again and it'll be a week before you stop seeing double."
She turns away from her wounded cousin to go to another couch-- This room is tastefully arranged with a fireplace at a focal point, but is still indeed generous with plenty of places to recline. Slowly she eases herself to lying down. "If you continue to sit up, your ribs might jab into your insides and you won't be able to breathe."
"Yes.. I know.." Ranol mutters, but makes no effort to move. "And if you do that again I'll stop drinking anything you give me." He adds, glancing over towards her. "Anyway.. we came to visit and see how you're doing. Hildis didn't know where you lived, so naturally I had to show her."
"It is a lovely household," the Barazin daughter replies in a subdued voice. "Truly lovely, Thari. And you will look lovely lying in state here, Ranol. But I think you should take off your cloak first," she says pointedly, stirring herself.
Ranol pushes himself to sit up, "No.. no. I can't spend the night. I really can't. My parents will worry." The huskarl is frowning now, shaking his head.
Thari has slumped over to lie down on her own couch. "Hildis," she says in a tired voice. "I know you're not entirely healthy yourself, but would you do me a favor and go box Ranol's ears, please?"
Being the least injured among them she rises, "I feel it is," she glares at Ranol, "imcumbent on me to do so. Pray, Master Huskarl, tell me how does taking your cloak off become staying the night?"
She stands over him now, "Please," she asks in a soft, low baritone.
Ranol looks up at Hildis, slightly confused by the demand but finally sighs softly and leans forward with a grimace, pulling the cloak over his head and letting the excess fall to bunch up on the chair behind him. His overshirt is hanging open, and a thin creamy shirt is beneath with the heavy bulk of dark bandages about his chest seen through the thin shirt. "Okay?"
"You're staying the night, Ranol. Several nights. I can't believe your mother let you out of the house." Thari sounds like she's drifting off herself-- perhaps somebody in her strong-willed family slipped something into her food.
Shock registers on her face and she opens her mouth to speak, looks at Thari and thinks the better of it.
"I will be right back," she says with short finality after seeing the bloodsoaked bandages. She goes through the door she saw Nari leave through calling softly, "Nari?"
"What? Why?.. " Ranol looks down at his chest, and sighs when he sees the blood. "Hild-.. It's fine!" He calls in a loud whisper, and groans. Women. He sinks back into the chair, giving up on his fight to go home. It's not like it will be the end of the world and Purna knows where he is.
It was not long after they left that Hildis began gritting her teeth but not at her own pain. Twice she asked him to turn back along the way, the second time he was brusque and were she not truly concerned she would be angry. She tries to support him, glances at him with the suspicion that something is wrong."Finally, I was wrong to bring you here." She hefts the basket, heavy to her now, and begins the long climb up the stairs, goes to the door and knocks.
"It's just the ribs, when I relax I'll be fine. Don't worry of it.. I knew what the walk would feel like.." Ranol says, leaning agaist the wall to catch his breath. He's not ready to climb those steps, not yet.
The huskarl is fairly battered, though he doesn't look it under the heavy cloak. He has his left arm in a sling and cast, and there are numerous unseen injuries, and a few cracked ribs.
Hildis puts the basket down while she waits, one handed adjusts her green gown and the black sling, brushes her beard down then looks down the stairs at him in worry.
Ranol begins climbing, his pace slow, but after a couple of steps he figures out a way to make it less agonizing by favoring his left side. "Go ahead.. I'll get there.. " He says, one hand against the wall. He knew the stairs would be bad, but seeing Thari will be fun.
There are several silent moments passed before the door opens, and when it does there is a rush of noise.
"--bloody well WON'T!" someone is shouting into the house.
"When your father gets home home he'll--" this voice is much more distant and has neither the volume or the vigor to make up for the one right at the door.
"Oh, hello!" Thari, who is the one at the door, interrupts whoever is still shouting inside to speak to Hildis. She has her own left arm in a dark sling, a black eye, and several long scratches across her face.
She looks beyond Hildis. "Ranol! What by Durin do you think you're doing?" she says, aghast.
[Hildis(#23062)]
The Barazin daughter will not allow it.
"Go ahead? Where? The door is closed," she hisses and leaves the basket on the upper step and starts to come down to him. while voices rise behind the door and Thari appears. She stops, looks back at her guiltily, mouth open at the magnificient black that Thari sports and weakly raises her one good hand, "We came to visit?"
"Thari!" Ranol calls up cheerfully, denying the pain he's in. He forces a smile on his face. "Visiting, cousin. Am I not allowed to come visit?" He asks in a joking tone. "Is your mother home? I have a message for her."
Thari gives a crooked smile to Hildis. "Glad to have you." She then calls within. "Mother! Ranol is here to see us!"
Her voice drops again and she hisses down at Ranol, "What were you thinking? Get inside and into a bed." She starts slowly easing down the stairs as if to help him, her face paling with pain.
"Coming!" calls the lady within-- Thari's mother, presumably. "Go sit down, Thari dear, you're in no condition to be up!"
Hildis's expression would be more appropriate to being charged by a flying dragon, albeit a hurt one, and simultaneously being attacked by a squad of orcs. She's horrified at the prospect of helping them both up the stairs and quite unexpectedly (she would look surprised had she the time) snaps, "Stay right there, Thari! I will get him."
She doubles her speed down the stairs and with as much gentleness as she can muster slides an awkward arm of support under his free one.
"Come along you. I should have known you were stubborn."
"What good is a bed going to do?" Ranol asks, still slowly climbing. He's nearly to the top, his breathing heavy and he winces with each deep intake of air. Hildis moves up alongside him and he doesn't begrudge her aid at this point. "All dwarves are stubborn.." He mutters, trying to avoid leaning on her anymore than neccessary. Once they reach the top he lets out a breath slowly, relieved. "I hate your stairs Thari."
"Thari." A blonde dwarf appears at the top of the stairs, her eyes a pale blue. She sounds less exasperated than simply tired. "You know what Olur would say after how he had to carry you up."
Thari begrudgingly returns up the stairs. and steps back inside, swaying a bit. The family's entryway is wide, all pale marble and dark wood. "I'm fine, Mama, don't worry."
[Hildis(#23062)]
At the very last, the young Barazin daughter begins to pale, too.
"He is hurt, he is hurt," she chants as they make the climb. And looks up at Thari's kin for help.
"Bed, please," she manages forgetting all courtesies in her worry.
"Aunt Nari.. " The huskarl says, still breathless. "My mother says.. hello." Ranol pulls away from Hildis now that they're at the top of the stairs and his mind is noticing more than just his pain. Such as.. the fact that his is so very close to Hildis and thinking about how close he is.. which clearly means he's too close.
"It was her idea." He says with a grin, trying to brush off his haggard state of health.
[Thari(#31038)]
"There isn't a bedroom on the main floor," Nari tells Hildis, flustered. "I don't--" she looks uncertainly at Thari and then to Ranol. "Thari, show them the upstairs parlour and-- I don't know-- I'll have the cook send for a healer?"
"How nice, dear," Nari responds in a distracted, patronizing way to Ranol. She is wringing her hands.
Thari moves toward a side door, the skirts of her soft dress dragging quietly across the cold marble. "I could probably look at him, Mother..."
"That's very kind of you, Thari dear, but a real healer would be better now, I think." Thari only sighs a little.
[Hildis(#23062)]
Ranol pulls away and she doesn't protest, a deep frown presses her mouth together under her moustache and she looks at him sideways under her shuttered eyelids. A stair landing of all places is not where she should begin her "run away" shuffle. She is breathless as well but her upbringing comes back to her and she bows as low as her shoulder will let her. She speaks into the seeming chaos their arrival provokes, "Hildis, daughter of Hilvor," she says with an air of embarrassment and then looks at the Huskarl in horror.
Dismally she nods, "It was me!
Ranol looks back and forth as all the women speak, licking his dry lips slowly. "No more stairs.. please." He says in his soft manner, then moves closer to his aunt, reaching to touch her arm. "Aunt Nari, please. Thari can check my health if you are concerned. She saved my life on the trip, and has patched me up at least half a dozen times."
[Thari(#31038)]
"You hit him?" Thari wearily responds to Hildis. "Bloody good strike then, my lass. Come on, you lot," she adds from the doorway to the other room. She doesn't stop but continues shuffling her way in, thick carpeting padding the room beyond. "There's enough couches in here for our whole company to sleep with or without ponies."
"Oh, well, I don't---" Nari twists the end of her long beard like a beardling at Ranol's assertation. "Whatever you think is best, of course, Ranol dear."
[Hildis(#23062)]
"No more stairs," she sighs as much for her own benefit as Ranol's. Hildis walks past Nari with an abbreviated bow following Ranol in case he falls. Her eyes sweep the rich room, it has more couches than her own household has in beds, chairs and sofas altogether. She shepards him as best she can without touching him though she had liked it. He felt so warm.
"Thari, I don't pretend to tell you what to do but look to his ribs."
"I'm fine, Aunt Nari. It's not as bad as it looks." Perhaps a bit of a stretch, but Ranol doesn't like people to worry after him. Once inside the sitting room he makes his way to soft looking chair and sinks into it in relief, laying his head back for a moment to wait for the pain to fade. And perhaps for thoughts of Hildis to pass before he finds himself staring at her.
"You can bring us hot drinks, Mother," Thari calls back in a reassuring tone, and Nari, still wringing her hands, disappears while muttering.
"Ranol, you should lie down." Thari turns toward Ranol's chair in her slow and easy walk, still looking tired. "You really can't go home now that you've come here. Your father is going to have a fit over this." She reaches with her good hand for her cousin's chest and feels with a ginger prod, starting to become firmer.
Without an invitation Hildis sits down, too, misery makes her green eyes dull when she looks at Ranol. She slumps as much as her shoulder will let her in the seat and can't resist saying, "Alright, if all dwarves are stubborn then among them there must be: stubborn, stubborner, and stubbornest." She subsides muttering, "How can anyone be so nice and so stubborn? Please lie down for a while, Ranol."
"I'm sitting and resting, I'm not being overly stubborn. I'll be fine to walk home in a bit. It's all downhill.. And my father won't care." Ranol mutters the last, shooting his cousin a look. When Thari pushes against his chest he hisses sharply in pain. "Stop! That's where the spike got me.. " He says in a strained voice. "And the ribs.. " When her prodding moves to tender, cracked bones.
"I can't do anything about the ribs. You know that," Thari says this as if broken ribs were an old familiar thing. "I've got 'em myself. You can't go home though. If you argue with me, remember what happened in Beoville. I'll do it again and it'll be a week before you stop seeing double."
She turns away from her wounded cousin to go to another couch-- This room is tastefully arranged with a fireplace at a focal point, but is still indeed generous with plenty of places to recline. Slowly she eases herself to lying down. "If you continue to sit up, your ribs might jab into your insides and you won't be able to breathe."
"Yes.. I know.." Ranol mutters, but makes no effort to move. "And if you do that again I'll stop drinking anything you give me." He adds, glancing over towards her. "Anyway.. we came to visit and see how you're doing. Hildis didn't know where you lived, so naturally I had to show her."
"It is a lovely household," the Barazin daughter replies in a subdued voice. "Truly lovely, Thari. And you will look lovely lying in state here, Ranol. But I think you should take off your cloak first," she says pointedly, stirring herself.
Ranol pushes himself to sit up, "No.. no. I can't spend the night. I really can't. My parents will worry." The huskarl is frowning now, shaking his head.
Thari has slumped over to lie down on her own couch. "Hildis," she says in a tired voice. "I know you're not entirely healthy yourself, but would you do me a favor and go box Ranol's ears, please?"
Being the least injured among them she rises, "I feel it is," she glares at Ranol, "imcumbent on me to do so. Pray, Master Huskarl, tell me how does taking your cloak off become staying the night?"
She stands over him now, "Please," she asks in a soft, low baritone.
Ranol looks up at Hildis, slightly confused by the demand but finally sighs softly and leans forward with a grimace, pulling the cloak over his head and letting the excess fall to bunch up on the chair behind him. His overshirt is hanging open, and a thin creamy shirt is beneath with the heavy bulk of dark bandages about his chest seen through the thin shirt. "Okay?"
"You're staying the night, Ranol. Several nights. I can't believe your mother let you out of the house." Thari sounds like she's drifting off herself-- perhaps somebody in her strong-willed family slipped something into her food.
Shock registers on her face and she opens her mouth to speak, looks at Thari and thinks the better of it.
"I will be right back," she says with short finality after seeing the bloodsoaked bandages. She goes through the door she saw Nari leave through calling softly, "Nari?"
"What? Why?.. " Ranol looks down at his chest, and sighs when he sees the blood. "Hild-.. It's fine!" He calls in a loud whisper, and groans. Women. He sinks back into the chair, giving up on his fight to go home. It's not like it will be the end of the world and Purna knows where he is.
Players: Hildis, Ranol, Thari, Nari
Located in: Erebor
