THORIN OAKENSHIELD

So here's the post for HMD. If you wish to let me know anything about my portrayal of Thorin, this is the place. Questions, comments, constructive criticism, plotting, or anything? Don't hesistate to comment, they're screened, unless you want to make it public. No anons enabled, and flames will be ignored.

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[It seems Thorin is finally more at eas.]

To those of you who commissioned items at my forge a while back, I regret to inform you it will take longer than I thought. Unfortunately I ran into a... family situation last month, and I was unable to devote much time to my work.

Before you retire your order because of this unexpected delay, contect me so that I may inform you of the state of your item. We could renegotiate delivery day or payment. I deeply apologize for this. It will not happen again.

Sincerely,

Thorin son of Thráin son of Thror.

Posted here @ dreamnet

[Thorin's face appears on the screen, first too close and then at a good distance as he moves the Dreamberry further away.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[It's the first time he broadcasts a message, though he has answered to a few videos.]

Good evening, ladies and gentleman. My name is Thorin son of Thrain. I would like to inform you that my nephews and I will be opening a forge for Dwarf-made objects. Weaponry, armor and other items will be available. Pricing upon request, as most pieces are custom-made. For more information you may contact me through this device.

I remain at your service.

[He nods his head before turning off the feed.]

Posted here @ dreamnet

Who: Thorin III Oakenshield and YOU!
Where: By the bunny fountain in Espoir.
Style: Action or prose, I don't mind either.
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN!

[Thorin wakes up and looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Last he remembers, he was being deposited on top of a large rock by the Eagles. The Dwarf is quite sure there was no village nearby, especially not one with such a stupid fountain on it's main square. Whatever had happened, he must have been knocked unconscious from the wounds he had recieved at the hands of Azog and his army.

He gets up and looks around, hoping to find his companions. They seem to be nowhere in sight, but his friends know how to hide themselves from their enemies. Keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword, he moves around cautiously, just in case someone is observing him.]

Balin? Fili and Kili? Is anyone there? Mr. Burglar Baggins? Gandalf? Anyone?

[He recieves no immediate answer, making him fear the worst. Hopefully he will find them all in time...]

Posted here @ somarium