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

So, the heat meant that many of the tables and chairs had been set up in the shade, and someone had found outdoor table umbrellas in blue and gold, god help us all. But hey, a little heat never hurt anyone who wasn't a vampire, right?

Ahem. The picnic was open for warm, sunny business.

[OCD is up! This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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"Not nearly as much as they presume," he replied with a smile. Because he was always down with mocking Elves. Well, not that one nervous one here. She was alright after a fashion. "I believe your home better without them, even if it means my people are not there either."

"More's the pity, but I suspect we humans make enough trouble of our own in my world," Margaery said, smiling. "There's enough feuds between Houses as it is. I can't imagine it would be any easier if half the people my father argues with knew they would outlive him by centuries, perhaps indefinitely."

"We have good relations with Dale," Thorin replied. "My people are craftworkers. Weapons, armor, jewelry... all manner of goods. The market of Dale grants us the opportunity to share these things."

And he had an Etsy page that Blue took care of for him because he got pissed someone said a scepter looked fake.

"Really?" Margaery asked with a grin. "Are you an artisan of that sort yourself? I'd be very interested in seeing the kinds of things your people make."

She liked her jewelry. She also liked acquiring more of it, and the change of location shouldn't impact her shopping habits.

"I have continued my craft while I have been here." He looked through the crowd to point out Blue. "My roommate has been selling my goods when they are too numerous. Her future school is at a cost, it would seem."

SILLY MENFOLK.

Margaery looked at Blue across the crowd, then cocked her head back at Thorin. "You don't keep the profits yourself?" she asked, mildly surprised. "That's very generous of you."

"I have little need of the money here," he replied. "Erebor is rich enough."

"Some would say gold is gold, and more can only be better," Margaery said lightly. "It speaks well of you."

"They know not the wealth of Erebor."

Wait until he got the dragon sickness. He so cray then.

"Probably not," Margaery agreed. "It is still an admirable trait, to help those in poorer circumstances than oneself. Do you miss Erebor terribly? You speak of it so highly."

She was already beginning to miss Highgarden - not just the castle itself, but the surrounding village and fields, too, neither of which she had truly never considered much before today.

It helped that Blue didn't get too mad when he tried storing tiaras in her sock drawer.

"I find I miss my brother and sister far more than the halls of my people," he admitted.

"Are they older or younger?" Margaery asked with a soft smile. "And are you able to write to them?"

She still held hopes for visits, but letters would see her through, at least. She refused to think about the possibility of not hearing from her family for at least a year.

"Both are younger than I," he said with a faint smile at the memory of them. "But unlike most here, I have not been able to contact them since my arrival here."

Now would be an inappropriate time to verbally latch onto that 'most', and Margaery recognized it. She still felt her heart give a little leap of hope.

"Don't give up," she urged him, reaching out to touch his arm lightly, if he'd allow it. "I'm sure they think of you often. Perhaps there is something...blocking the letters to your world?"

She had no idea how any of this worked, but the very concept sounded too painful to bear, and her instinct was to offer him some sort of explanation, so he might have hope, too.

He did not acknowledge the touch beyond the comfort he was assuming it was meant to be. Even if Men were super weird about these things. "I will hold out hope," he agreed firmly. "Perhaps soon the island's whimsy will find a different target."

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