Prompt Post 13
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PROMPT FREEZE. This will stay in place for a bit longer than normal; we have a lot of prompts still to fill. So instead of 72 hours, let's go for a week, okay?
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Both anon and non-anon posting is allowed. If you think you recognise an anon, keep it to yourself and don’t out them. IP tracking is off ( Read more... )
But there is suddenly a surprisingly large shadow falling over them. Craning his head far back, Bilbo blinks in shock as Balin spins in a circle or three on the table, his ale held high above his head as he sings loudly with his kin. Awed, the hobbit watches as the wise advisor, always so dignified and posed, moves back and forth across the table with increasing speed, his face full of glee, his voice rising in volume with the last chorus. He does a series of high kicks with a laugh. Never did the Halfling suspect he would see his friend in such a state, so jolly, with such impressive flexibility.
Enthusiastically Bilbo claps at the song’s ending, and particularly Balin’s performance, as do the rest of the patrons with loud approval. The white-haired dwarf delivers a number of grand bows to the room. Giggling, he unsteadily steps down onto the bench between Oin and Gloin, and then steps down to the floor. Or at least, that his intention but something, maybe not quite having his balance, lack of focus, too busy still giggling like a young lad… In any event, he perches forward and lands face first on the wooden floor. The laughter and cheering does not die down at this event but increases, with Dwalin proclaiming, “Well done, brother!” None of the company moves to assist the fallen dwarf.
“Alright there, Balin?” Thorin inquires unconcernedly.
“O-o-of courseeee,” Balin answers with a laugh, and pats the floor with his hands.
“That was some tumble, cousin,” Gloin comments with a grin.
“Tum-m-mble? Oh, no.” The dwarf rolls onto his back. His expression is almost one of his old seriousness. “I merely was attacking the floor,” he solemnly informs his audience, “and I believe I won the match.”
His gaze flickers about the room, and a moment later he cracks up laughing, followed by the others.
Propping his chin in his hand, Bilbo can only shake his head. He never imagined he would see Balin so drunk, and a very interesting one he makes. The highlight of this topsy-turvy day, he concludes.
THE END
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This was marvelous! Between the tug-o-war over Bilbo, Balin spinning about on the table and the others' unconcerned amusement at Balin's mishap, I was laughing all the way through!
I love that you chose Balin for this story. I hadn't really considered him for this prompt, but he fit perfectly!
Fantastic fill, thank you! :D
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Thank you for the great prompt, and for reading! :)
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Yes, you can find "Topsy-Turvy" at AO3 -- http://archiveofourown.org/works/990174.
Thank you again for reading and commenting!
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