001 BITE. VOICE.

[bewareofdog]

It's a bit to take in. The entire world is gone... or my world.

And all I got to console myself is with this fuckin' oatmeal bullshit.

These people really don't know how to treat anyone, do they?

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[keeps_count]

I'm afraid that they do with us as they please. They may claim to have rescued us but there is little peace to be found but for the friends you make.

If it is any consolation, you need only eat the oatmeal but one time while you are here.

[bewareofdog]

I'm not really one who likes pallin' around too much.

Just once, eh? I suppose you've already eaten this. Like chokin' down warm vomit, right?

[keeps_count]

It makes it much easier to stay alive if you find companions.

I have, yes. I wouldn't compare it to something so... vulgar but I suppose it is a close enough comparison.

[bewareofdog]

Listen, I just lost all of my companions and family. I ain't thinking about finding anyone, even a warm body to cuddle up with right now. Besides, I heard somethin' about infinite lives. So, why worry just yet?

I would. And I did. Chunky flavored.

[keeps_count]

Yes, we do come back from the dead here but it will not lessen the trauma of dying. Attempting to be solitary is foolishly reckless and I advice against it.

[Legolas just... makes a face.]

I think I have enough of a visual, I needn't have it explained to me or I might be sick.

[bewareofdog]

Yeah, yeah... I'll keep it in mind. We can get each other some friendship bracelets later, okay?

[ A beat. ]

Yer like that one, eh?

[keeps_count]

Friendship bracelets? This is a matter of survival more than anything. And considering I've hardly met you, I wouldn't consider us friends.

[A tilts of his head.]

That one?

[bewareofdog]

[ Shrugs. ] I ain't guardin' nobody's back if I don't consider 'em a friend. Survival or no, 'cause there's no point in it.

[ Friend or family, but ah, he's already gotten into that. ] Another one from the Lother-whatever.

[keeps_count]

It seems you will be quite lonely until you make friends then, does it not?

[That is... not helpful.] I'm afraid you may have to tell me more, that isn't very clear.

[bewareofdog]

Yer only lonely if you don't like yer own company.

[ He sighs. He hoped that would get under this one's skin, but he decides to be little bit more clear. ]

Haldir of Lothlórien. You part of the Galadrim?

[keeps_count]

A good way to think.

[Legolas is surprisingly patient, in comparison to the Marchwarden.]

Ah, Haldir. I am not part of the Galadrim however, but I know of them. I am a warrior of Eryn Lasgalen, better known as Mirkwood.

[bewareofdog]

'Course, it's my way of thinkin'!

[ Hm. ]

Like yer own family and branch, eh?

[keeps_count]

Quite confident in your own ways, aren't you?

Aye. Our homes are separated by Anduin, the Great River. And I am Sindarin.

[bewareofdog]

[ His head bobs from side to side before nodding. ] Yea, I am.

But still loyal to one another? I can respect that.

[keeps_count]

Of course. Blood may not tie us together but we are kin. I would lay down my life for him, as he would me.

[bewareofdog]

An oath sworn, or simply how it is for you lot?

[keeps_count]

That is how it is among Elven-kind.

[bewareofdog]

Yakuza, too, which is what I am.

It's not a race of people, but what I was part of. Both in world and in organization. Nice, huh?

[keeps_count]

Yakuza? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with what that is.

Perhaps you would care to tell me of it?

[bewareofdog]

Well, since you've been all nice about givin' me information about yer faery world, I should be nice and give some info back. 'Sides, it's not critical info.

The way that most people would say that we are is organized crime syndicates. Bit more complicated than that. Got more honor and loyalty than what that title gives. We're organized and stricter than what people'd think. Got a set code -- don't get innocents involved in our business. Shit like that. Gettin' the idea?

[keeps_count]

Faery world?

I believe that I am, yes. I am curious as to why others would describe it as a crime syndicate however.

[bewareofdog]

Yea. Faery world.

'Cause we are a bit, and there are a few of us that seem to forget themselves. [ eeeheeeheee! ] But the bonds are tighter than anywhere else. It's one of the things that we uphold above all else.

[keeps_count]

That's hardly a fitting 'name' for Ennor

[Oh great-- No, Legolas wouldn't judge. His father had named Bilbo Elf-friend, an honorable burglar.]

That is quite noble. Such bonds are to be respected.

[bewareofdog]

"'n' or," what?

[ He points at the screen, smiling wide. ]

Damn straight!

[keeps_count]

Ennor.

[Slightly more emphasis on the word.] It is what we elves call Middle Earth.

[No comment... Swearing, blegh.]