paradisalogs | What soothes a savage Dwarf

Who: Thorin Oakenshield and anyone!
What: Explorin' and whatever else
When: Now
Where: The Music Room
Rating: Ehhh PG-13 because Thorin and his language

Considering how easily Thorin gets lost, he probably shouldn't be wandering around the castle unsupervised. But, being the stubborn Dwarf that he is, he's exploring anyway. Besides, how can he really get lost if he doesn't know where he's going?

The heir of Durin took a few turns, climbed a few staircases and somehow found himself in a room filled with instruments. He smiled a bit to himself, perhaps there was hope for this place yet! Thorin walked across the floor, blue eyes scanning the variety of instruments just laying about, begging to be played.

Of course the violin caught his eye.

Thorin had decent skill with the violin at least, but there were certainly other Dwarves better at it than he. His education had mostly focused on politics and battle strategy - but of course he knew some aspects of Dwarf culture. The violin was one of those aspects.

He picked it up carefully, taking the bow in one hand and holding the neck of the instrument with the other. His eyelids fell a bit as he looked to the strings and began to draw the bow across them, starting a slow, somber tune at first before he started moving quicker. Soon a fast, merry tune echoed through the room. Thorin began to smile to himself as he continued to play.

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Thorin smiles to himself as he sees his new companion tapping his foot in time to the music. He continues to play, gaining speed again before finishing the piece with an artistic flourish. Skillfully he flairs the bow of the violin before bringing the instrument down from his chin.

He heaves a deep breath before flashing a smile to the other man.

"You've some skill indeed, lad!" Thorin chuckles. "Just by whistling you gave me a run for my gold! Who are you?"

When they finish, Blues will finally leave the door frame and move closer toward Thorin.

"I could say the same about to you, it's not often I find someone so talented playing in here." He'll smile in return, something that doesn't happen very often.

"You can call me Blues, and you are?"

Thorin smiles and glances to the violin.

"I've been playing since I was a wee lad," Thorin chuckles as he recalls the memory. "My father insisted, 'tis a Dwarf tradition, you see!"

He bows his head to acknowledge the name.

"I am Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain - but you may call me just Thorin if it pleases you."

"Hm. I could say I've done the same when it comes to whistling. Can't say it's a tradition, but I've had a thing for music for as long as I can remember." He'll raise a brow at the name, but will nod regardless.

"Thorin certainly rolls of the tongue better."

"Music is one of the few things I've found that can unite even the most different of people," Thorin muses - this is obviously displayed considering the two people standing beside each other now.

"Aye, that it does - Thorin Oakenshield. But, as a descendent in the line of Durin, I must introduce myself as such. So tell me Blues, from where do you hail?"

"Hm. I have to say it's hard to argue with you on that one." After all, Blues is a robot, Thorin's a dwarf. Seems like an odd pairing right there.

"I can't say I hail from anywhere to be honest. I've stayed here longer than I have any other place in the world I came from. This place is more a home to me than there."

"Now there's a statement I haven't heard before..."

Thorin is actually surprised by this. He sets the violin down beside the other instruments where he found it.

"Most I have spoken to say this castle, while it has its pleasures and perks, is very much akin to a cage - and a fickle one at that," Thorin glanced around, staring at the walls that surrounded them as they spoke. "I can't say as I've ever heard anyone say that they enjoy this place more so than their world of origin."

Blues will shrug at that, he knew a handful of people who would rather be here than where they came from. He wasn't sure how many of them still remained here at the moment though.

"It may be a cage yes, and in a sense that can be frustrating. But, it's a still a place where I can live and for the most part do as I choose. That's enough for me take this place over the other."

"There's the lure of that, I suppose. Perhaps I'd feel more at home here if my family were with me," Thorin sighed. He missed his nephews terribly.

"But we shall not speak of such sad things!" Thorin forced his own cheerfulness and managed a smile. "Do you play an instrument, lad? Or do you just whistle?"

He does not mean the question in a condescending manner, he's merely curious.

"Hm. I suppose so." Not that Blues would ever admit to having a family or anything. He'd fine if his creators name was never mentioned here at all.

"Originally I just whistled, since I've arrived here I've picked up an instrument or two." The guitar he picked up pretty much right away, he's still learning how to play the piano.

Speaking of a guitar, he's going to go and pick one up now.

Thorin chuckles as Blues heads toward the guitar. It's not an instrument he's familiar with - there are instruments similar to it in Middle Earth though.

"An odd instrument to pick, but I trust you can play it well enough," Thorin smiled. "Shall we make it a competition then?"

Think 'dueling banjos' but with a violin and guitar...

"I know my way around it, yes."

"I certainly think we could." He'll stand ready to play, but he'll courteous enough to let Thorin start them off.

Thorin smirks as he pulls the violin up again, resting the base against his chin and holding the neck gently in his hand. His other hand takes the bow, and flourishes it a bit.

He draws it across the strings at differing angles and squeezes different fingers on the neck of the violin against the strings and plays a series of ten notes, then pulls the bow away and waits for Blues' response.

Blues will listen to the notes. He'll pull the guitar closer to his chest before he slowly strums the exact same notes back in response.

Thorin smiles as he pulls the bow back up again and repeats the process, this time performing a more complex series of ten notes with the bow and his fingers.

He's rather enjoying himself! It's been a very long time since he just sat back and enjoyed some nice music, particularly with another person.

What soothes a savage Dwarf

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