After his first foray to Greece last year, the Mighty King of the dwarfs was on holiday in the Aegean again. With his majesty’s permission, I am showing you some images from his personal photo album.
A holiday on the Southern-most Greek island of Crete was much after the King’s liking – on account of the Minoan heritage still visible there today. The King graciously posed at the Malia palace site.
Crete was very, very hot – at least for the first part of Pop!Thorin’s holiday. 43°C (110°F) on the beach and hardly a breeze. However, dwarves are hardy types, well-used to heat from their mines close to the heartbeat of the Earth, so the King did would not take his kit off on the beach… He got into a spot of trouble with the beach club owner because he refused to hand in his weapons. Pop!Thorin argued it was better to have Orchrist near – in case he had to fight off some Germans for the best sun lounger. Thankfully, any nasty spats were avoided on account of lack of Germans (present company excluded).
When he wasn’t parachuting onto the beach (see left), Pop!Thorin amused himself by having his personal attendant (aka Guylty) read to him. The story he had chosen: A tale of kingly loyalty, honour and a willing heart – the story of King Richard III. Pop!Thorin particularly enjoyed the battle scenes (except for the sorry end of Richard III on Bosworth Field), approving of the Yorkish king’s strategic and combative prowess. However, he adamantly denies that he shed any tears over Richard III’s tragic losses.
Pop!Thorin insisted on mid-morning drinks in the beach club…
… mid-afternoon snacks (psssst, don’t tell him I caught him playing with the cherries. He thought no-one was watching.)
… and went exploring in a magic forest.
He also took possession of the pool…
… but was rather put out by “some soft-fuzzy, pretty-boy knight” (quote) who was hogging all the sun loungers. (“Probably German”, he muttered.)