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[lastest_ringbearer]

 The cold hard lands, they bites our hands, they gnaws our feet! The rocks and stones are like old bones, all bare of meat! *Here he pauses: the possible options he's come up with, over the years, for continuing require that he either rhyme 'feet' with itself or use the word 'fish' for two lines in a row. Despite his (admittedly small) ambitions Smeagol is not an especially good poet, nor does he have a wide range of topics to choose from.

*Thus he's going with his usual non-solution to problems he can't deal with, which is to splash at the water while hissing and muttering to himself. Happily he's discovered swim trunks; his old clothes were a nightmare and have been relegated to the rag pile.*

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[lastest_ringbearer]

*He seems dubious.* Bad things happen when lightning hitses water . . .

[museicalmarty]

Yeah, but this is lightning contained in something where it can't get out. Something waterproof.

[lastest_ringbearer]

We sssuppose that workses. Wouldn't trust it ourselveses, but if they care that much . . . *He clearly doesn't understand why, though.*

Want to come sssee our, our collection? *Another word he's proud of remembering.*

[museicalmarty]

Yeah, it does. I'll have to try and show you an example sometime. [shrugs] Humans are always sticking our noses into stuff -- even if it doesn't always work out. [yeah, thinking about a time when he should have been more careful about sticking his nose into something too good to be true. . .]

Sure! Just lead the way!

[lastest_ringbearer]

*Smeagol will just be leading the way to his little house on the beach, then.* We has a bed now! And a kitchen and things.

*In one corner is a little table with seashells and interesting rocks and the general detritus of someone both curious and dexterous enough to collect whatever catches his eye.*

[museicalmarty]

[Marty will take a sec to grab his clothes along the way -- though, uh, given all that splashing around in the water before, he might stay in his underwear for a little bit yet to dry out some more. Doesn't look like there's anyone around to judge! He looks around the house as they enter] I can see that! Nice place.

[he looks over the table with a nod] Got lots of cool stuff, huh?

[lastest_ringbearer]

*Smeagol is used to wearing rags, he couldn't care less what anyone else is wearing.* Yesss. It isss.

I do my best. No more Precious, we find other things that ssshine.

[museicalmarty]

Nothing like having a real house of your own, huh? I remember when we first moved into our place. That was a big day.

[he nods] Yeah. . .well, you've got a great collection going here. Those shells are really neat.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Never had our own houssse before, jussst a cave. Lived with his grandmother before the Precious came did Smeagol.

Man likeses them?

[museicalmarty]

Did you? Hey, nothing wrong with that -- I'm living with my family. No grandmothers, but I do have an uncle. . . But it really is nice to have a place all your own too.

Yeah, I do! You've got something cool going on here.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Yesss, but she threw poor Smeagol out once the Precious started having bad effectsss. Better to have no one that can throw you out, yesss.

Thank you. *He smiles slightly.*

[museicalmarty]

[that gets a wince] Oh jeez. . .yeah, that sucks. If I'd been tossed out on my ear by my family, I'd probably be happier on my own too.

[he smiles back] You're welcome!

[lastest_ringbearer]

Didn't have a choice did Smeagol. We wonder what might have happened had we ssstayed . . . but considering what the Precious wasss doing to our poor head already, praps it's bessst not to find out. Poor Deagol, poor Smeagol . . .

*He belatedly remembers about hospitality and shuffles his feet.* Sssit? We has chairs now. We likes them.

[museicalmarty]

[Marty worries his lower lip for a minute] Yeah. . .that was -- well, I don't need to tell you it was bad. You know. Still sucks, though.

[Marty nods and finds a chair] Yeah, chairs are good. I spent a lot of time on my feet in Arcadia, and -- yeah. Chairs good.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Yesss, yesss we do. Thanks for sssaying so.

Ought to have gotten a chair, nice Man. Not fair that you didn't.

[museicalmarty]

Uh, you're welcome. . .guess it's just nice to have it acknowledged it was bad?

[with a scowl] There was a lot that wasn't fair in Arcadia. Bastards there tried to warp my big dream into a nightmare. Pretty much succeeded too. . .didn't take my love of the guitar from me, though. I didn't let them get that.

[lastest_ringbearer]

*He nods.*

Making happy thingses bad? Mean of them. *He thinks a moment.* Guitar?

[museicalmarty]

[Marty nods back] Yeah, you know, I get that.

Very mean. But it's kind of the Fae way, sadly. Assholes. . . [oh, right, different world] It's something you play music on. Sort of like a -- lute? [he's assuming they have those in Middle Earth?]

[lastest_ringbearer]

*He still seems mostly confused, bu it's a start.* Like a drum? Or a harp? A flute? *Those are the only ones he can remember. Instruments are not his specialty.*

[museicalmarty]

Uh -- most like a harp out of that list, since they both have strings. But a guitar. . .honestly, maybe it's better if I pop back home for a second and get it so I can just show you.

Got a character in my head that I haven't played much, he might be fun to drop in

[lastest_ringbearer]

*He nods.* Smeagol will be here.

Ooooh, sounds interesting

[museicalmarty]

[Marty nods back] Back in a bit! [he'll head outside for a moment to PINpoint back home, then -- in fresh pants and a shirt -- he'll come back in, holding his own blue guitar up] Hey there -- so this is a guitar.

I'll try him out, then

[lastest_ringbearer]

Pretty box with stringses? Why the box?

Nice~

[museicalmarty]

Uh -- yeah, basically. And it helps make the music -- changes up the sound you get from the strings. [he strums a couple of chords to demonstrate] See?

[lastest_ringbearer]

Doesn't sssound like a harp, no. Smeagol likes it.