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Formendacil · 05-23-2006, 12:15 AM

Náin had taken his breakfast in the partially finished new kitchen, as had quite a few members of the Mead Hall's household, for the Great Hall was abustle even at that early hour with preparations for the Court.

The Dwarven sculptor was still rather uncomfortable talking one on one with most human women, especially those he didn't know, but three weeks of living in Edoras had made being around humans, of both genders, fairly normal seeming. He rather missed Erebor, where he had been accounted one of the taller ones of his people, but even among the tall Rohirrim he wasn't a Dwarf easily pushed around.

So he ate his impressively large (though not QUITE so large as the Hobbit, Falco's) breakfast in silence, sitting in a corner of the kitchen and Kara and Frodides saw to the feeding of the household, and people came and went fetching and eating food. Following a leisurely after-breakfast drink, Náin departed for the Great Hall with just enough time to beat the start of the proceedings.

He quickly found himself a good spot to watch with several of the Hall's retainers- people he knew, at least somewhat. Náin was not the sort to go stand with strangers when friends were about.

"Excuse me," he pushed his way to the front, "too short to see over your overgrown heads." A smile or two from the Men, and he was there.

Lighting his pipe, Náin made himself comfortable. He was here for the spectacle, there was no doubt about that. Present as a matter of courtesy between the Kings of Rohan and Erebor, he had no position to maintain or acquire.

Falco's statue, he thought to himself, was definitely not going to be finished today.

05-23-2006, 12:15 AM	#11
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	Náin had taken his breakfast in the partially finished new kitchen, as had quite a few members of the Mead Hall's household, for the Great Hall was abustle even at that early hour with preparations for the Court. The Dwarven sculptor was still rather uncomfortable talking one on one with most human women, especially those he didn't know, but three weeks of living in Edoras had made being around humans, of both genders, fairly normal seeming. He rather missed Erebor, where he had been accounted one of the taller ones of his people, but even among the tall Rohirrim he wasn't a Dwarf easily pushed around. So he ate his impressively large (though not QUITE so large as the Hobbit, Falco's) breakfast in silence, sitting in a corner of the kitchen and Kara and Frodides saw to the feeding of the household, and people came and went fetching and eating food. Following a leisurely after-breakfast drink, Náin departed for the Great Hall with just enough time to beat the start of the proceedings. He quickly found himself a good spot to watch with several of the Hall's retainers- people he knew, at least somewhat. Náin was not the sort to go stand with strangers when friends were about. "Excuse me," he pushed his way to the front, "too short to see over your overgrown heads." A smile or two from the Men, and he was there. Lighting his pipe, Náin made himself comfortable. He was here for the spectacle, there was no doubt about that. Present as a matter of courtesy between the Kings of Rohan and Erebor, he had no position to maintain or acquire. Falco's statue, he thought to himself, was definitely not going to be finished today. Last edited by Formendacil; 05-23-2006 at 03:07 PM.