Easier
Inspiration
‘Disaster’ had struck Erebor, the Princes’ nickname. Their latest prank thankfully backfiring and quickly spreading fast, a large blob of orange goo smelling curiously of ink and raspberry jam, leaking through the stairwells and well into the throne room. A few Dwarves were covered in the stuff and somehow it was making their skin burn, Balin was doing his best along with Oin to get their burning to stop. Balin spotted you as you entered the room, calling out, “Lass, I need you to fetch me some more ‘fdhoufhfdahf’, your mouth dropping slightly as he sounded it out slowly for you, against your better judgment through the screams from your friends you ran into the apothecary supply closet down the hall, why it was so far you would never get a logical answer to. Spotting the chest of vials, throwing the door open and lifting a few vials out trying to read the labels, “Runes...they’re all in RUNES!!” you muttered to yourself, you turned to the doorway as you heard another loud scream and Balin repeating the name again and “Lass Hurry!!”.
Thorin and the Company had all entered the room asking, “What do you need?”
Balin glanced up at them saying, “I sent the Lass to fetch a vile for me.”
Their heads all turning as you shouted back, “What does it look like?!!”
The group all chuckling as they realized what the problem was, as he shouted, “IT’S BLUE!!”
you scanned all over the vials, shouting again, “HALF OF THEM ARE BLUE!!”
“IT’S GOT LEAVES IN IT!!” Thorin’s shoulders were now violently shaking as he covered his face holding in his laughter, the others using each others shoulders to muffle their laughs as Dwalin was nearly flat against the King, his chest heaving violently with muffled laughter.
you muttered to yourself, “Smartest Dwarf in the bunch and he sends me!! This would be easier if I could read Runes!!” shouting again as you lifted two vials, “IS IT THE ONE THAT’S BOAT AXE SQUIRREL, OR AXE HOE CROSS?” Thorin was now on his knees fighting for air, laughing with his face still covered as Dwalin was spread across his back, barely able to breathe.
“WHAT? IT SAYS ‘fdhoufhfdahf’!!!!”
your face dropped as you let out a small growl as they screamed again, you slammed the door shut and started to shove the chest along the floor at a running pace through the hallway of confused Dwarves, why none of them had helped you was beyond your reasoning.
The Company all looking at you with tear filled eyes as they saw you enter, Balin raised his eyebrow at you as you stopped the chest right before him, he quickly opened the door as he let out a small huff, lifting the small vile and holding it for you to see before he pulled the cork out with his teeth, you rubbed your forehead as you pointed your finger and said, “Boat Axe Squirrel!”
Balin squinted at the label before the fact dawned across him as he looked back at you with a fierce blush and his ears turning red, coughing for a moment as he said, “Sorry Lass, forgot.” The groups laughter now exploding as the injured Dwarves finally found some relief from their burns.
