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tr_ficTitle: Be Like Them
Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Ori, Nori, Dori, Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Óin, Glóin, Balin, Dwalin
Rating: PG
Prompt: 049. Club
Words: 603
Summary: Ori thinks of all the members of the company as great dwarves and an inspiration to their kind.
When Ori thinks of his brother, Nori, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: quick, skillful, witty, and seemingly fearless. Nori is a dwarf who isn’t afraid.
When Ori thinks of his brother, Dori, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: graceful, polite, courteous, and always friendly. Dori is a dwarf who knows how to make anyone feel welcome.
When Ori thinks of their king under the mountain, Thorin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: majestic, fearless, powerful, and hard working. Thorin is a dwarf who fought many armies to get his home back.
When Ori thinks of Fíli, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: smooth, amusing, talented, and loyal. Fíli is a dwarf who would fight to the end for his kin and that is admirable.
When Ori thinks of Kíli, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: unafraid, light-footed, skilled with a bow, and (like his brother) loyal to the end. Kíli is a dwarf who isn’t afraid to follow those he loves into the unknown.
When Ori thinks of Bifur, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: wild, crazy, rugged, and unpredictable. Bifur is a dwarf who you want to have on your side when you’re fighting someone you really should be afraid of.
When Ori thinks of Bofur, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: friendly, charming, concerned, and sociable. Bofur is a dwarf who you want as your friend because he will always listen to you and give you the best advice.
When Ori thinks of Bombur, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: sympathetic, understanding, gluttonous, and warm. Bombur is a dwarf who you would want to be your host that provides you with a good meal and a warm home to come back to.
When Ori thinks of Óin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: healer, helpful, intelligent, capable, and inventive. Óin is a dwarf who you want around to help save your life if it was at risk or in peril.
When Ori thinks of Glóin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: adventurous, loud, independent, optimistic, and devoted. Glóin is a dwarf who you want to speak up for you, to stand up for you when perhaps you don’t have the words to do it yourself.
When Ori thinks of Balin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: articulate, observant, wise, noble, and gentle. Balin is the one you should go to first to seek counsel and get an opinion because he always knows best.
When Ori thinks of Dwalin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: fearless, commanding, protecting, and strong. Dwalin is someone you want to support you, because if you don’t then you better not stand in his way.
When Ori thinks of himself, he thinks other dwarves shouldn’t be like him: shy, quiet, studious, and boring. He is someone that only watches and writes things down about what other people do and that isn’t very special.
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When the others think of Ori, they think everyone should be like him: smart, capable, resourceful, friendly, loyal, and considerate. Ori is someone you want to have around you to know what to do next because he listens and watches enough to know what is the best for you at heart.
Title: The Scribe
Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Ori, Balin
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 065 Passing
Words: 721
Spoilers:Major Character Death, Spoilers for LOTR and perhaps the Hobbit
Summary: Ori was always a student of Balin, and he’ll always know him as his mentor
If he closes his eyes and thinks long enough while hoping just a bit, he can remember when he was a little dwarf who still enjoyed bedtime stories. The only ones who had ever given them to him properly had not been one of his brothers.
Dori had a bad habit of making every story moralistic; good triumphing over evil and right always won out in the end. Ori appreciated the effort, but he could never force himself to believe that right always won, not when they weren’t bad dwarves but could hardly keep themselves afloat, or why they had to move around or settle in the Blue Mountains when they had a perfectly good home back in Erebor. Right didn’t seem to win when they had been forced away from their homes.
Where Dori was the pillar of moral fortitude, Nori (when he was home) was not.
Nori’s stories were full of adventure, certainly, but there was always a monster hiding in the darkness, or a thief just behind him to catch you and slit his throat. More often than not, Ori would have the blankets pulled up past his nose with only his eyes staring at Nori in fear while he dramatically recounted the latest story. Ori still wondered if they had been exaggerations and incredible hyperbole or some impossible true story.
No, neither of his brothers had told the best stories. The best teller of them all had been Master Balin, Ori’s teacher. Many nights in his apprenticeship, Ori would sit (not always by his feet, but he had done, especially when he had been younger) and listen to every tale that the older dwarf had to tell. Some were happy, many were not. And, while they had a lesson in them somewhere, Ori was allowed to choose whether or not he wanted to listen to the story and seek out a deeper meaning, or just accept them for face value.
Balin had never pushed his learning upon him; he had let Ori learn at his own rate, which, as it had turned out, had been quick indeed.
Ori almost smiled when he thought of those days, so very long ago now. Almost, but he didn’t. Now, Ori didn’t have time for the luxury of bedtime stories. Now, he had his own nightmare to finish living out, although how he would survive it, he wasn’t quite sure.
Of the old Company, only him, Óin, and Balin were there, in the darkness of Moria. Of the old Company, only they would know what truly happened here and Ori, faithful as he was, kept writing the record every day. He wrote about who had died, who was injured, who survived, and what the supply quality was like. He reported on how many of the enemy they had managed to survive this time, what the scouts had reported, and the hopes and prayers to the Gods that everyone seemed to make.
It was with a great amount of horror that Ori put the record down to help bring in a wounded Balin from the great room.
From the obvious extent of his injury, the revered dwarf was not going to survive. Ori felt the tears in his eyes but refused to cry them, at least not yet. The others gave him a moment alone with his old master, having already said their goodbyes.
Balin tried to speak but Ori shushed him softly when he heard the small whimper of pain come from the older dwarf’s mouth.
“Let me…let me tell you a story, Master dwarf.” Ori started nervously, recalling the words Balin had spoken to him if ever he had been upset. Balin’s pained look faded slightly, as if he also remembered those words.
“It’s about the great lord of Moria, Balin was his name. He was a legend if ever there had been one…” Ori started and continued, even after Balin’s eyes had closed for the final time. There was a salt-stained trail down his cheek by the time he whispered his final words. “And they all lived evermore in peace.”
Ori closed his eyes as his hand tightened around his master’s hand and offered a silent prayer to the gods for his soul.
As he took a shuddering breath to steady himself, the sound of the drums started again.
Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Ori, Nori, Dori, Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Óin, Glóin, Balin, Dwalin
Rating: PG
Prompt: 049. Club
Words: 603
Summary: Ori thinks of all the members of the company as great dwarves and an inspiration to their kind.
When Ori thinks of his brother, Nori, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: quick, skillful, witty, and seemingly fearless. Nori is a dwarf who isn’t afraid.
When Ori thinks of his brother, Dori, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: graceful, polite, courteous, and always friendly. Dori is a dwarf who knows how to make anyone feel welcome.
When Ori thinks of their king under the mountain, Thorin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: majestic, fearless, powerful, and hard working. Thorin is a dwarf who fought many armies to get his home back.
When Ori thinks of Fíli, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: smooth, amusing, talented, and loyal. Fíli is a dwarf who would fight to the end for his kin and that is admirable.
When Ori thinks of Kíli, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: unafraid, light-footed, skilled with a bow, and (like his brother) loyal to the end. Kíli is a dwarf who isn’t afraid to follow those he loves into the unknown.
When Ori thinks of Bifur, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: wild, crazy, rugged, and unpredictable. Bifur is a dwarf who you want to have on your side when you’re fighting someone you really should be afraid of.
When Ori thinks of Bofur, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: friendly, charming, concerned, and sociable. Bofur is a dwarf who you want as your friend because he will always listen to you and give you the best advice.
When Ori thinks of Bombur, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: sympathetic, understanding, gluttonous, and warm. Bombur is a dwarf who you would want to be your host that provides you with a good meal and a warm home to come back to.
When Ori thinks of Óin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: healer, helpful, intelligent, capable, and inventive. Óin is a dwarf who you want around to help save your life if it was at risk or in peril.
When Ori thinks of Glóin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: adventurous, loud, independent, optimistic, and devoted. Glóin is a dwarf who you want to speak up for you, to stand up for you when perhaps you don’t have the words to do it yourself.
When Ori thinks of Balin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: articulate, observant, wise, noble, and gentle. Balin is the one you should go to first to seek counsel and get an opinion because he always knows best.
When Ori thinks of Dwalin, he thinks other dwarves should be like him: fearless, commanding, protecting, and strong. Dwalin is someone you want to support you, because if you don’t then you better not stand in his way.
When Ori thinks of himself, he thinks other dwarves shouldn’t be like him: shy, quiet, studious, and boring. He is someone that only watches and writes things down about what other people do and that isn’t very special.
*
When the others think of Ori, they think everyone should be like him: smart, capable, resourceful, friendly, loyal, and considerate. Ori is someone you want to have around you to know what to do next because he listens and watches enough to know what is the best for you at heart.
Title: The Scribe
Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Ori, Balin
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 065 Passing
Words: 721
Spoilers:
Summary: Ori was always a student of Balin, and he’ll always know him as his mentor
If he closes his eyes and thinks long enough while hoping just a bit, he can remember when he was a little dwarf who still enjoyed bedtime stories. The only ones who had ever given them to him properly had not been one of his brothers.
Dori had a bad habit of making every story moralistic; good triumphing over evil and right always won out in the end. Ori appreciated the effort, but he could never force himself to believe that right always won, not when they weren’t bad dwarves but could hardly keep themselves afloat, or why they had to move around or settle in the Blue Mountains when they had a perfectly good home back in Erebor. Right didn’t seem to win when they had been forced away from their homes.
Where Dori was the pillar of moral fortitude, Nori (when he was home) was not.
Nori’s stories were full of adventure, certainly, but there was always a monster hiding in the darkness, or a thief just behind him to catch you and slit his throat. More often than not, Ori would have the blankets pulled up past his nose with only his eyes staring at Nori in fear while he dramatically recounted the latest story. Ori still wondered if they had been exaggerations and incredible hyperbole or some impossible true story.
No, neither of his brothers had told the best stories. The best teller of them all had been Master Balin, Ori’s teacher. Many nights in his apprenticeship, Ori would sit (not always by his feet, but he had done, especially when he had been younger) and listen to every tale that the older dwarf had to tell. Some were happy, many were not. And, while they had a lesson in them somewhere, Ori was allowed to choose whether or not he wanted to listen to the story and seek out a deeper meaning, or just accept them for face value.
Balin had never pushed his learning upon him; he had let Ori learn at his own rate, which, as it had turned out, had been quick indeed.
Ori almost smiled when he thought of those days, so very long ago now. Almost, but he didn’t. Now, Ori didn’t have time for the luxury of bedtime stories. Now, he had his own nightmare to finish living out, although how he would survive it, he wasn’t quite sure.
Of the old Company, only him, Óin, and Balin were there, in the darkness of Moria. Of the old Company, only they would know what truly happened here and Ori, faithful as he was, kept writing the record every day. He wrote about who had died, who was injured, who survived, and what the supply quality was like. He reported on how many of the enemy they had managed to survive this time, what the scouts had reported, and the hopes and prayers to the Gods that everyone seemed to make.
It was with a great amount of horror that Ori put the record down to help bring in a wounded Balin from the great room.
From the obvious extent of his injury, the revered dwarf was not going to survive. Ori felt the tears in his eyes but refused to cry them, at least not yet. The others gave him a moment alone with his old master, having already said their goodbyes.
Balin tried to speak but Ori shushed him softly when he heard the small whimper of pain come from the older dwarf’s mouth.
“Let me…let me tell you a story, Master dwarf.” Ori started nervously, recalling the words Balin had spoken to him if ever he had been upset. Balin’s pained look faded slightly, as if he also remembered those words.
“It’s about the great lord of Moria, Balin was his name. He was a legend if ever there had been one…” Ori started and continued, even after Balin’s eyes had closed for the final time. There was a salt-stained trail down his cheek by the time he whispered his final words. “And they all lived evermore in peace.”
Ori closed his eyes as his hand tightened around his master’s hand and offered a silent prayer to the gods for his soul.
As he took a shuddering breath to steady himself, the sound of the drums started again.
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