fandomhigh | Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part I

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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part I

The last picnic for new arrivals had involved a bonfire, but there was no need for artificial warmth today. The weather outside was sunny, and just breezy enough that no one would roast, hopefully. There were tables and chairs arranged around the lawn, along with a long table of food, drinks, and desserts for anyone who stopped by.

There were stacks of nametags for people to label themselves with, and lists to help folks find their siblings and roommates. With everything in order, it was time to welcome some new people!

[OCD is up! This is part one of the picnic, specifically for meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. The rest of the picnic is happening here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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"Elsa..." He managed to pull the name-tag off only to have it stick to his tunic. Because his life was the worst right now.

He huffed and just let it be so that he could give a small bow. "Thorin, son of Thrain. At your service."

Oh, traditional greetings. Weren't they fun?

Fun? They were exciting! It had been a long time since Elsa had been greeted formally, and she fell into a small curtsy of her own, in response.

"Princess Elsa of Arendelle, in that case," she replied, before straightening up and giving him a warm smile. "And I'm guessing you're a bit lost."

She had a hunch, anyway.

"You'd be correct," Thorin replied, looking ever so slightly more relaxed to be around other royalty. "What is this place?"

"This is Fandom Island," Elsa replied, looking around. "The castle over there is actually a school, which you're probably here for, even if you don't know it just yet."

That kind of happened, here.

"The country is America, the planet is Earth, the year is 2015, and it's all a little overwhelming, I know."

"...I don't know what any of that means." Other than 'Not near Dale anymore'. "Is there a way to leave?"

"I'm guessing, 'the way you came here' isn't the most helpful answer?" Elsa was still rocking the sympathetic looks game, here. "Portalocity might be able to help you, then. Or you could even attempt a trip across the causeway. Sometimes it leads to Baltimore, except when it doesn't."

She sighed.

"And I realize how utterly unhelpful that answer is, yes."

Thorin just sighed like he was preventing a mild freak out. Because princes did not freak out. They stayed calm and did their duty.

Which was not helpful here, but.

"My family will be looking for me should I not return in a timely fashion."

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"And I hope they find you," Elsa replied, honestly enough. "But for now, let's get you settled in, just in case. Better to be prepared than be sleeping in the woods, right? And then I can show you where the Portalocity office is located, to see if they can arrange to get you home, from there."

... Sometimes they couldn't. That was the trouble.

"I'd be in your debt for this kindness," Thorin told her seriously.

"No debt necessary," Elsa replied, shaking her head. "I can't make any promises that it will even work. Do you remember how you got here?"

That always seemed like a normal question to ask, around Fandom. Funny, that.

"I was walking from from--a nearby city and when I emerged from a cluster of trees, I was here."

"Ah..." Well, that actually got a little frown out of Elsa, there. "And I don't suppose turning and walking back the other way did you any good?"

He probably wouldn't be here if it had.

Thorin shook his head at that. "I only found myself at a great body of water instead."

Oceans, yo. Not in his experience.

"The Atlantic Ocean," Elsa supplied, helpfully. "You... probably wouldn't want to try to swim that."

Obviously.

"The island seems to have picked you up, then," she settled on, pursing her lips a little. "Apparently it wants you here for something."

"You make it sound as though this land has a mind of its own."

Sounded a little... elvish.

"... Yeah," Elsa replied, looking a little uneasy. "I know, it sounds odd. But after some time spent around here, it's hard to think anything but."

She figured he'd get it eventually, if he didn't make it home soon.

Thorin sighed again, eyeing the assembled mass warily. "This is, what, a place of learning?"

"It is," Elsa agreed. "They teach... a lot of different things here, actually."

Some of which might actually be useful in running a kingdom someday! If you squinted!

"You sound so certain," Thorin replied, almost teasing.

Well, if he was almost teasing, Elsa was almost blushing.

"They're not the sort of lessons I was expecting to be taking when I enrolled in this school," she admitted, reaching a hand up to awkwardly touch her hair. "Classes on navigating rough terrain and so on aren't really what I had in mind, anyway."

Thorin frowned at that, but the race of men were very different in how their females were taught, he supposed.

"It's a valuable skill. A ruler should learn all they can for the benefit of their people."

"And that's why I took the class," Elsa said mildly, though she was smiling a bit to herself all the same. It would be practically scandalous back home, but this place has given me an opportunity to learn things I never would have in Arendelle."

Like how to wear trousers. And that she had some very fabulous hips.

If they were clad in a well crafted armor, Thorin might notice them. But alas.

"Truly?" He'd never really understand that strange separation among the genders of men.

"Truly," Elsa agreed, giving a little shake of her head. "Not that most people back home would know me to see me, I suppose."

She paused, and then gave him a wry smile.

"Is that really so strange, where you're from?"

"While our females are rarer than those of men." Because Tolkien was effin' weird. "We would not keep them from their chosen craft. It is the purpose of our race to honor our maker with the skills granted to us."

And his sister hit far harder than his brother could.

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