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[eventhesmallest]

[Three days is far too long to spend in the company of strange, suspicious-looking priests who keep asking questions and looking at him sideways, like they know more than they're letting on. Even a blizzard isn't enough to stop Frodo from getting out of the Temple as fast as he can

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[boogieandrock]

Oiiiiiii, keep the door shut! There's enough snow out there already without any of it coming inside!

[eventhesmallest]

...ah, beg your pardon, I...er...I'm sorry.

[He'll stagger up and attempt to shut the door, but...well, he's three feet tall and the wind's blowing etc. etc. so it'll take him a moment or two]

[boogieandrock]

*she lets him struggle on his own for a little bit--because, hey, getting up would take effort--but finally gets to her feet and goes to help him finally shut the door*

There. *she brushes her hands and finally looks over at Frodo.* Wow, you're even shorter than the Prince.

[eventhesmallest]

...thank you. [he's sort of embarrassed that he needed help in the first place, but he's sort of distracted because there are snowballs in between his toes and this is not cool with him - he'll sit down and work on remedying that] I'm smaller than most people here, I expect.

[sir_doctor]

*and a head pokes around a corner, cause what? Did he hear noise at the door? They're practically snowed in, so that's cause for investigation!*

Well! Hello there!

How did you manage to--*and... paaaaauses, uncharacteristically*

...No. No. No. No. No... Can't be...

[eventhesmallest]

[frowns, because how can anyone manage to be so cheerful when it's the next ice age outside] It was mostly digging, really.

...is something wrong, sir?

[sir_doctor]

*coming over by now*

What? Oh. Nothing! Nothing at all. Sorry! Just you...reminded me of someone-... thing-... a book. Nothing important, really.

Digging! You must be quite good at it to manage to get all the way here. It's a blizzard for the history books out there.

[eventhesmallest]

[standing, yes, standing now, good manners, need to be polite....

...sitting, going to stay sitting for the moment, feet aren't cooperating] It must be a dreadfully dull sort of book, then. I'm hardly material for a good sort of tale.

I've...been at it for a while.

[willing_sheath]

[For as much as she wants to just stay in one place, she keeps wandering down to the first floor to check that no one has wandered into the clinic for help.]

[And sees, at least what SHE believes, to be a child collapsed against the door. A barefoot child collapsed against the door.]

[She rushes toward him, wearing what would appear to be at least four sweaters above a long wool skirt (and whatever other layers under the skirt)--the colors dark and drab save for one very bright orange shawl wrapped around her shoulders.]

Are you alright???

[Fully prepared to pick him up and rush him off to warmth! (At least until she realizes he's a very small full-grown adult... whoops...)]

[eventhesmallest]

[He's torn between bewilderment at so many layers, and pure jealousy at how warm she must be, because all he has is the standard-issue military uniform, which is approximately twelve sizes too big for him. He's done his very best to adapt, rolling up the sleeves and legs, but the general effect is that of a child in adults clothing.]

I'm all right, yes, just a bit chilled. [Understatement of the century, Frodo. There are snowballs in your foot-fur] It's...it's quite a storm out there, isn't it?

[willing_sheath]

[She stops dead at the sound of his voice. His very not childlike voice.]

[And gets a good look at his face now and realizes... holy crap this is an adult!!!]

[Granted, her shock is barely readable outside of her halt in movement.]

It is... Did... you come here from... the Temple...? [Because she's fairly sure she doesn't recognize you (obviously) which means you must be a new arrival]

[Doesn't wait for an answer and just moves forward, that small stature letting her be a bit more forward than usual because she can't shake that initial impression that he's a child.]

We need to get you somewhere warmer and into something dry.

[Names can wait until later! She's in mommy!mode now!!]

[eventhesmallest]

[Granted, he's not only extremely small, but he doesn't look much older than his very early twenties, which probably doesn't help her impression.]

Indirectly. I got lost a few times. It's like the end of the world out there. [He's half-serious, hoping she'll tell him that this sort of weather is perfectly normal for where-ever-they-are, and that it's nothing to worry about. Then, standing on slightly wobbly legs, he'll brush snow off his rolled-up sleeves and out of his hair.]

That's very kind of you, miss. [He'll attempt a bow, but give up once he realizes his motor skills have stopped cooperating.]

[turian_honor]

[Prowling the halls like some kind of caged animal, it's not hard for him to spot the new arrival flopped in the doorway. ... Barefoot. He approaches, without thinking the newcomer might not be... receptive... to his help. He's still under the impression everyone knows what a turian is.]

Hey... you all right?

[He kneels next to the--is it a kid?--offering a hand up.]

[eventhesmallest]

[He's probably a very nice turian, but Frodo's first instinct is "orc orc orc get away get away", so he'll scramble back and fumble for his sword...which is no longer there. Wonderful.] W-what do you want?

[turian_honor]

[He shuts his eyes, and presses a hand to his face for a moment, before backing away himself.]

Take it easy... I'm not... going to hurt you.

[He holds up his hands to show he's unarmed, despite the talons on each finger.]

Just wanted to see if you were all right.

[eventhesmallest]

[He'll take longer than he normally would to catch up, being cold and tired and bewildered. But it will eventually register that orcs a) don't have talons, b) aren't usually interested in their victims welfare and c) don't really look anything like the ah...gentleman standing before him.

Frodo sighs, sliding to sit against the door, obviously embarrassed now] I...forgive me, you...you startled me.

[makainoou]

*watching without any form of concern*

You must have the worst luck.

[eventhesmallest]

[door = shut, hobbit = sitting on the floor] I can't argue with you there.

[makainoou]

Well, you didn't freeze to death, I guess that makes you tougher than some humans.

What are you anyhow?

[eventhesmallest]

It wasn't all that terrible. [Pfft, right, Frodo, you're totally sprawled against the door because you feel like it]

I'm...I'm a hobbit.