thecapitol | ( open ) Arrival

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( open ) Arrival

Who| Fíli and anyone!
What| Fíli arrives, and he is still quite lost despite whatever information has been given to him.
Where| Anywhere around the Training Center (also District 6 Suites), let me know in the subject line!
When| Now & during the next couple of days (ICly)
Warnings/Notes| None that I can think of.

FOR KÍLI;

Things happen entirely outside of him, beyond himself. Fíli feels as though he is nowhere at all, words spoken that he does not hear, things placed on his hands that he cannot touch. He demands then he asks, he all but begs, where his brother is, where Lake-town is, but the people around him only seem to answer questions that he is not making. Vague mentions of some games and a battle to the death hover at the back of his mind, but by the time he thinks to ask about those, he finds himself being taken to someplace else.

He does not stay for one second once he is left at the apartment, and makes off to find a way back, or at least someone he knows. He walks and runs, for however long he does not know, screaming and shouting for Kíli, for Bofur or Óin, but there is no one, he recognizes no one or nothing in this place.

It is a fear that coils at the pit of his stomach, settling heavier with each step he takes. How did he find himself here, and why? How is he to return? Panic surrounds him until it is too great for him to keep going and he all but collapses against a wall, sliding down until he is sitting on the ground, legs folded, head resting against his knees.

He can't breathe, and he realizes now that he is also lost.

FOR ANYONE;

All of this may be explained a thousand times over, still Fíli remains just as lost. He has found his brother, but that is as much familiarity as this place brings. He walks the halls and the rooms, everything strange and entirely foreign, and therefore all too intimidating to him, but he does not show it. He makes his best effort to keep his step sure as he peeks into each corner, watches each person that passes him attentively, and opens every door that he does not find locked - including doors to other people's rooms, but it is not as if he knows that.

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The kitchen and dining area is as much of a mystery to Fíli as everything else in the apartment, perhaps even more so. At least the beds he can still recognize as beds, but he has never seen anything even remotely close to a fridge or a stove before, and to him they just look like metal boxes that he does not know if he can touch.

He rounds the table just as the man talks to him, and his eyes move from the counters of the kitchen to him, a slight arch to his eyebrows. Tiny one, really. But he will not say anything to that, not just yet at least. "I feel as if I will never see all there is to see, no matter how many doors I open."

"Ah, so you are new here, then. That feeling may not ever wear off, but you may learn not to open so many doors. There's a good deal here you may not wish to see."

Bert gets up from the table and comes closer. If Fili isn't going to rise to the bait of being called short there isn't much more Bert can do about it. He will just have to introduce himself and try to be a gentleman instead.

"Welcome to District 3, or our little piece of it. I'm Cuthbert Allgood, son of Robert." He offers a hand to shake.

Fíli spares a brief look down at the hand before he reaches over to take it, though he wraps his hand around his forearm rather than the hand itself.

"I am Fíli," there is a slight pause as he considers how Cuthbert has introduced himself, and he adds. "Sister-son of Thorin Oakenshield. What is it that you think I may not wish to see?"

It's not a handshake he's terribly familiar with, but it's not utterly new to him either. Still, interesting.

"Well met, Fili." He nods his head and then smiles almost sinisterly. "There are more things here than marvels, and curiosity may be of certain fatality to the cat, but 'tis not much better for humans. Or dwarves."

He's making a guess, and a safe one at that. Considering he knows another dwarf with a similar name and look about him.

"That may very well be true," he offers a slight bow of his own as he releases the arm. "Though I wonder if it has discouraged anyone from at least trying yet."

Perhaps soon enough he would learn of the potential consequences, what the people in charge here could do to those who tried to find out too much. For now it is clear he is blissfully unaware. Either way, it does not seem to him that much harm will come from peeking into closets and rooms. The whole place seems rather inconspicuous so far.

"I fear not, but I would be a poor friend not to at least try to warn you. And Cuthbert Allgood many be many things, most of them terrible, but he is not a poor friend."

Bert knows there's nothing on his floor worth hiding, but he also knows there is plenty around here that IS worth hiding. He likes messing with the other dwarf he knows too much to want to see this one get in trouble right off the bat. Still, he can't help but tease a little.

"What if I told you there was a dragon hiding behind one of these doors?"

That is indeed more than enough to get a reaction out of Fíli. His back straightens and his eyebrows knit together, his hands moving to curl around the hilts of daggers that he no longer has on him. He curses to himself when he realizes that, though he knows that a simple blade would cause no damage to a dragon to begin with.

"A dragon," he repeats warily, eyes already darting around the room. Which is silly, frankly, as he'd checked all the doors in that floor already. He asks just as quickly. "What is his name?"

That was not the reaction Cuthbert was expecting, but he can work with it anyway.

"Her name is Iskierka. And she's not on this floor, I just wanted to make a point about strange doors."

Bert leans back and takes in the whole dwarf. He doesn't think one of Fili could take on a whole dragon, even if she is fairly small.

Perhaps not, but Fíli won't let that stop him from at least trying. His family and his people have quite the ongoing feud with a particular dragon, and even if the one who is here is not Smaug, well... she is still a dragon, and dragons are all the same where he comes from.

"Then I suppose I shall have to open doors a little more cautiously from here on out," he replied simply. "How can a dragon fit in these rooms, in any case? How big is she?"

"Bigger than thee and even bigger than I. I've tried more than once to convince her to let me ride, but she's not agreed yet. Still, one day I will ride out with her beneath me and nothing will stop us."

Cuthbert likes to dream big, especially when those big dreams involve riding a dragon into battle like a hero of old. The smile on his face is dreamy and far off and he's clearly just imagining how great it will be.

"Ride?"

It is a concept unfamiliar to him, and puzzlement is written all over his face as he arches an eyebrow quizzically. "Why would you want to ride a dragon? They are vile and dangerous creatures, and they will kill you the instant they have that chance."

Or those are the dragons Fíli hears of, at least.

"She's had many a chance and never taken it, if I cannot trust her now, when can I trust her?"

He has been in a few dangerous situations with her, and she has yet to be anything but mildly impolite. And really Bert can't see the disadvantage to having a dragon for a friend.

"Never, I would say. To trust a dragon is to court death."

It does not yet cross Fíli's mind that dragons may be different in other worlds, but as far as he is concerned, all of them are monsters and no more than that.

"I must say, sai, you speak as if you know a thing or two about dragons. Do they actually roam the land where you live?"

Cuthbert comes from a land where dragons are all pure fiction. He already knows there's a place where they are real or they wouldn't be one in the Capitol. But he's fascinated by other possibilities as well.

"They do not roam the land so much as they settle. They tend to find places with treasure and take them for themselves. And though there are few now, they are indeed very real."

Fíli had not yet seen Smaup, but last he remembers the beast was flying right towards Lake-town. The roars could be heard even from afar, carried by strong gusts of wind.

"Well, I would think they can do as they please. I would do exactly as I pleased if I could spit fire."

It's all so theoretical to him, even though he's talked to a real dragon and fought by her side. He's enjoying poking at Fili, too, he didn't rise to the short comments, but that doesn't mean he's not impervious to a little teasing.

Fíli does not spare a narrowing of his eyes at the man. Though it be teasing, to him it is a threat all too real, not one to be joked with. Not anymore.

"Then perhaps luckily so, you are not a dragon."

"Not yet, at least. But we may all dream."

He's fairly sure he's hit a nerve and it's worth remembering.

"I won't keep you on your quest. But do be careful what doors you open."

If only he knew how big of a nerve that is. And still, to think that Fíli's reaction is nothing compared to what Thorin's would have been if he were here.

"I shall be alert from now on. Thank you, in any case."

And with a small bow, he turns to continue on his way.

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