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[histori]

CHARACTERS: Ori and you
LOCATION: in the gardens somewhere
WARNINGS: cuteness overload (Ori has a habit of doing that by accident)
SUMMARY: Ori's sketching random passersby while pretending he isn't overheating; today you're his subject!
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Ori sits quietly beneath the shade of one of the trees in the gardens. He's been working hard here, helping the others out, and there's smears of dirt and mud across his cheeks. But right now, he's taking a break.

Sleeves rolled up high to expose skinny little arms and sweat beading on his face, Ori has his knees drawn to his chest, sketchbook propped out on them and charcoal in hand. He's picking random people to be his subjects -- anyone that's sitting still enough, really -- and carefully drawing out a scene. So if you happen to notice a little auburn haired shadow stealing glimpses at you from over his knees, don't worry. He's just drawing.

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[elvenking]

When Ori first arrives, there's an elf sitting against a tree, not really looking all that put out by the heat. In fact, he seems pretty oblivious and relaxed, eyes half-open and staring into space. Lying between his nerveless fingers is a carved wooden token, as if he stopped in the middle of toying with it and simply let it lie.

[histori]

Elves have a beauty to them that dwarves could never hope to achieve, and Ori's eager to catch that in his art. To see someone sprawled out against a tree, in a daydream or something is a perfect opportunity; he can draw them without attracting too much attention to himself.

Quietly and frankly, quite gleefully, Ori starts to draw, looking up every few moments to be sure he's capturing the moment just right.

[elvenking]

Ordinarily a dwarf could never sneak up on an elf. Ordinarily, Thranduil isn't this oblivious when he sleeps. But while the heat isn't uncomfortable, it certainly has encouraged him to sleep more deeply. Most people wouldn't try anything anyway--his eyes are still open and can still see. They just aren't looking at Ori.

[histori]

Ori wouldn't exactly call this sneaking up. He's just observing, sketching.

There's something...vaguely familiar about this elf. Like Ori has seen his like before. As he continues to sketch, he realizes the connection. Legolas looks very similar to the elf he's drawing. Close kin, perhaps? Or maybe it's just Ori's dwarvish inability to tell one elf from another, he's not sure.

Beneath Ori's clever fingers, the scene starts to develop. He's rather proud of this one.

[elvenking]

The foliage rustles. A young deer ambles out, totally casual, and nudges at Thranduil's shoulder. Without waking, Thranduil raises a hand to touch his muzzle, at which point the deer begins to lick at his hand. The half-closed eyes begin to blink slowly.

[histori]

Oh. That's an unexpected surprise. Ori smiles, carefully wiping away some of his work to add the young deer to his sketch. It's so very...elvish. He can't wait to show Bilbo.

Assuming that he gets back, of course.

[summerlord]

Between working in the Medbay and in the gardens, Elrond has kept himself quite well occupied. It's better that way: he's not dwelling on anything, as is his habit. The heat has, of course, been noticed, but he's barely feeling it. It doesn't bother him though he has been a little more cautious, just in case the temperature rises to something uncomfortable for him and his kin.

There are always people wandering the garden, so while Ori is noticed, Elrond doesn't pay him much attention. Not yet; he still has a few plants to attend to.

[histori]

Ori doesn't think that he'll really escape notice, but elves seem peaceful and content enough to let him be. He recognizes this one, Lord Elrond of Rivendell.

Ori just hopes that he won't be recognized. The rest of the Company was a bit...well...disrespectful during their stay and he doesn't want that to be his reputation.

He sketches quietly, peering up at the elf every few moments as he gets the outline on paper.

[summerlord]

Disrespectful or not, Thorin's Company of dwarves certainly left a lasting impression on Elrond and on the whole of Rivendell. As much as Elrond had felt his patience waning a bit during that time, he had enjoyed their stay. Mostly.

When he realizes that this particular dwarf is observing him quite carefully, he stills but does not look up. "Master Dwarf," he calls, just loud enough to be heard. "Is all well?"

[histori]

Ori's cheeks color slightly as the elf calls out to him, and the hand holding the charcoal stills.

"L-Lord Elrond," he says, a little embarrassed at being caught. "Forgive me, I was only...well...I was..."

[summerlord]

"It is forgiven." There was nothing to forgive anyway. He dusts off his hands and finally turns to look at Ori. "Do you need something?"

[bemerry]

Merry doesn't care much for the heat, so he's stripped down to just his top shirt mostly unbuttoned and a pair of breeches. The sleeves are rolled up and he's working at his little pipeweed garden, clearing out the leaves that have 'mysteriously' shrivelled up and wilted, and picking the ones that are ready to dry. It's a good temperature for it: once he brings them back to his room they will be ready in no time at all.

He doesn't notice the sketching dwarf in the corner at first, but when he does he gives Ori a little wave before turning back to his garden. He just needs to finish this row first.

[histori]

Honestly, Ori loves to draw hobbits. They're so curious to him, so very strange with their beardless faces and woolly toes. And there's a vivacity to them that could rival even Kili's.

So naturally he's rather excited when he notices Merry working nearby, and plops down in another spot to get a better angle on him before he starts to draw. Merry waves and Ori can't help but smile, waving back and watching him work for a few moments before he continues his sketching.

[bemerry]

He finishes the last of his gardening, and looks up to find Ori writing (or something-ing) furiously in his little book, and Merry is terribly curious to see what it is.

He's very quiet about it, using his little hobbit feet to sneak up until he's half-leaning over Ori's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

And, yeah, so he does also want to startle him a bit

[histori]

Ori can get a bit caught up in his art, and once he has most of it sketched out, he doesn't need to refer to his model too much. He works on the finer details, humming to himself and smiling rather proudly as he continues. It's looking very nice, a fairly basic sketch of Merry tending dutifully to his garden.

Luckily, Merry decides to make his appearance when charcoal is not pressed to paper, so when Ori yelps in surprise and jumps, it doesn't ruin the whole thing.

"Oh! Master Merry, you scared me." Ori smiles sheepishly. "I was just drawing a bit."

[bemerry]

Merry smiles, a tad mischievous and a tad sheepish. "Sorry to surprise you." He glances down at the page and does a double take. "Oh, is that me? Can I see, Master Ori?"

He's fairly bouncing with excitement. When they finally get off this ship, Merry hopes he'll be able to take the picture with him. An actual portrait of him by Ori of the company! It's terribly exciting. He'll probably frame it if he gets the chance.

[onsilksheets]

Bela is perched beneath a group of tropical looking plants, a book in her hands. She occasionally flicks a page over when she's finished with it, completely focused on her reading. Because of the heat, she's wearing a vest top and some loose shorts, but it only helps a little; her skin is still flushed.

If it wasn't so bloody warm she would have been doing target practice with the bow and arrow that Clint had left her. When the temperature goes back to normal, Bela was going to catch up on a lot of training.

[histori]

Dwarves are sturdy folk, meant to handle just about any weather, but this heat isn't something Ori's used to. He's grown up in the cold, the snowy mountains of Ered Luin and the crisp mornings among the trees.

His sleeves are pushed up high as they can go, the angry red scar just above his right elbow exposed for the first time in a couple decades, and he distracts himself with drawing.

Humans intrigue him nearly as much as hobbits and he finds his subject quickly, reading beneath some plants. Ori starts to sketch, looking over at her every few moments in order to capture her likeness properly.

[onsilksheets]

Jetting off to to exotic locations was a frequent pastime for her back home; but at least she had access to proper air conditioning there. Now, on the ship, Bela didn't have that luxury. Nobody on board had it.

She had tied her hair back from her face, rather than having it sticking to her and making her feel even warmer than she already was. The last time there had been a disruption in the temperature, it was subzero; far easier to warm up than it was to cool down.

Bela glances up from her book, catching sight of Ori looking in her direction. She wonders what he was doing until she notices the sketchpad on his lap. Well, this was interesting. She wouldn't do anything to interrupt him, so Bela resumes her reading and allows him to finish the drawing.

There's a smile on her face.

[histori]

Ori doesn't mean to be rude or anything. He's happiest when he's left alone, for the most part, so he keeps quiet as he continues to draw.

The smile enhances the scene dramatically, he thinks. Happiness is so rarely seen these days and he's more than pleased to draw it.

Ori gets very caught up in his drawing, smearing charcoal across his face accidentally without even noticing as he works. Should she approach him, he probably wouldn't notice until she was right in front of him.

[onsilksheets]

Bela waits five minutes before she closes her book and gets to her feet, curiosity getting the better of her. She wants to see the drawing and it wasn't possible from this distance.

She's quiet when she comes over to him, smile growing at the streak of charcoal on his face. It was good to see someone being creative in a place that could be so cold and lifeless; she's referring to the halls of the ship, not the gardens.

"Hello." Her tone is warm and soft.

[disfavour]

It's absolutely sweltering in the heat, but instead of divesting himself of leathers and weapons (especially after the altercation with the Shadow in the halls), Nuada casts a simple Glamour and stays under its spell for a few days, letting black fur soak with sweat that he washes off in the stream. So it is that a six-foot wolfhound pads in front of the quiet little dwarf and flops a few feet ahead in the shade of a bush, sprawling on his stomach. He huffs and takes up a great deal of space, brows twitching over golden eyes as he idly watches the makeshift artist take down sketches. At least, it looks that way.

It's so terribly hot that he can't quite fall asleep, though not for want of trying.

[histori]

Ori stifles a gasp as the great beast approaches, pressing a hand to his mouth to himself quiet. For a moment, it looked so much like a warg that he couldn't help himself. But the wolfhound seems content to leave him be, and Ori tries to calm down, taking deep, slow breaths.

His hand that had gone immediately for his slingshot relaxes after a few moments, and he picks up the charcoal again.

May as well get a sketch in of the beast before it runs off or tries to eat him.

[disfavour]

The beast, such as he currently is, merely blinks over lazily before taking a nap. Ample time to doodle him, that's for sure. It's around twenty minutes later when he shakes his fur and sits up, once the worst of the heat-fatigue has passed, tilting his head inquiringly at what it is the dwarf is doing.

[histori]

Ori gets caught up in what he's doing, even humming to himself as he continues to draw. He glances up every now and again just to be sure he's got the angle right, or the lighting, or small minor details of the sort.

But then he glances up to see the creature watching him. Instinctively, he shrinks back against the tree, drawing his knees closer to himself and his eyes widening.