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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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[summerlord]

Elrond sits on the ground next to Ori, uncaring that the robes he wears will get dusty. (He's already been working in the dirt for several long hours.) "It is a pleasure, Ori."

He looks at the sketch, eyebrows arching a bit when he sees exactly who Ori was sketching. "It seems a fine likeness indeed."

[histori]

"Oh!"

If Ori blushes any more, he will permanently stay red as a tomato, he is sure of it. As Elrond sits, perhaps he will notice how the young dwarf instinctively covers the scar below his elbow with a hand, though the compliments make him forget himself.

"Do you truly think so?"

[summerlord]

Elrond notes the gesture, but says nothing of it. He knows too well how such things sometimes come with shame or uncertainty.

"Truly, I do. You have talent."

[histori]

He smiles, adding a few more lines to his drawing. "Thank you, that's...thank you."

A compliment from an elf! Still, Ori feels like...well...there's more to apologize for.

"I-I'm sorry about...um...my companions. When we passed through. We were...disrespectful of you," he stammers out.

[summerlord]

Elrond settles a little more comfortably on the ground. Now that Ori has opened up a little, he will stay for conversation. He shakes his head at the apology.

"There is no need to apologize. It is done." After a pause, he speaks again. "Your Company gave many of the elves stories to tell for weeks afterward." (Including the one about the look on the Lord of Rivendell's face during dinner. That was a fun one to hear time and again.)

[histori]

Ori laughs a little nervously and nods quietly. "I-I would imagine so!"

[summerlord]

"Apparently," and Elrond's tone is dry and vaguely self-deprecating, "my expression was quite memorable."

[histori]

Ori smothers an uncontrollable giggle into his arm, golden eyes bright with amusement. After a few moments, he manages to control himself again.

"F-forgive me, My Lord. The memory sticks out well to me."

[summerlord]

"I thought it might." It's said a little dryly, but there's no rebuke.

[histori]

Ori colors a little. "Sorry, m'lord. It's...n-not something that my company forgot easily, either."

[summerlord]

Elrond shakes his head. "If you left Rivendell with lighter hearts, then all is well."

[histori]

Ori smiles at that. "You're...very generous, Lord Elrond."

He can't imagine having a troupe of dwarves as guests was terribly enjoyable for Lord Elrond and his kin.

[summerlord]

It's not the first time he's heard someone say that, but he still accepts it graciously. "Thank you." He raises a brow and gestures toward the sketchpad. "What else have you drawn?"

[histori]

Ori hugs his sketchpad closer just by instinct, his scar flexing and tugging.

"Oh, um...a f-few others in the gardens. M-my family and friends."

[summerlord]

"They must be honored indeed." Elrond sat back, not intending to invade Ori's space.