Hobbit-imagines/one shots

Dwalin : beggining/romance (PG)

Dale-after BOTFA-1 year later.

The streets of Dale were bustling on this early fall morning..people were running around opening thier shops ..hustling to get to work and other such activities...all except for one. Daisy Gardner was a hobbit woman of 33 (age of maturity of being on her own) with dark brown hair that fell to her midback in waves and soft meadow green  eyes was making her way down the way grumbling as she went.She had moved here to Dale 6 months ago after a friend of hers..Bilbo Baggins had mentioned that the town of Dale was in need of good people to help rebuild it..and who better for that task than a hobbit baker. He saw that she was getting restless in Hobbitton..very unusual for a hobbit..but she wasnt your typical hobbit it seemed. Before she had left the shire her mother gave her the family muffin pan, that grandma Fairbairn herself had started her bakery business with, to Daisy so she always had a piece of the family with her.

Daisy was walking down the street heading for the blacksmiths shop to have her pan reforged..again. She really depended on that pan everyday to make her delicious muffins, that were filled with various things, to sell in her shop each day. Luckily she had another but it was only one and it meant that her baking was limited till this pan was fixed. Earlier that morning she had been making her wonderful berry muffins when she noticed that her handed down muffin pan from her mother was splitting open and dripping the batter into the fire once more. This was the third time she had to have this fixed in the past year and she knew it was about time to get a new one but it had been in the family for several generations which made it hard to get rid of.

Daisy knew that the local blacksmith was not the best but he was the only one around in dale except for the erabor dwarves up the way,,but they didnt really come down to often or much..still trying to rebuild erabor and get thier families situated in the mountain..except for trade. So here she was once more racing over to the smithys to get her favorite pan fixed by Mr.Fuhrer who was young but he showed promise.

As Daisy got closer to the shop she could hear a hammer striking upon the anvil and she thought..oh good hes in today. Rounding the corner into the shop she saw not a human but a dwarf pounding away on a piece of glowing hot metal that laid upon the anvil before him. He was tall even for a dwarf with dark hair that was pulled back crowning a bald spot that had tattoos etched on the top of it and a very muscular physic that displayed itself with each blow of the hammer. Daisy had stopped at the sight of him and she couldnt help starring for a moment admiring him working...a small blush stealing across her cheeks as she watched. There was sweat trailing down his strong looking back, across hard defined muscles, and down into the waist band of his pants. The sound of his hammer stopping and his deep growling voice broke her contemplation of him.

"Canna i help ya?" he wiped the sweat from his brow as he turned his head towards her..noticing a hobbit lass with dark hair and skin of cream coming over to him. She was smaller than him considerably..around 3 1/2 feet tall to his 5 foot..and she wasnt as round as he expected of hobbits...she was actually a pretty lass. As she got closer he noticed her cheeks were a little pink and he chuckeled inside knowing she was admiring him a few moments ago. 

"Uhmm.. i was looking for Mr. Fuhrer. Is he here today?" her voice was very sweet sounding almost like music in his ears and he felt his heart beat a little bit faster. 

"No hes not. Im helping him out for the week. Sick from this cold thats running through the area right now. Im Mr. Dwalin at yur service maam." he reached out his rough hand to her and as she took it he felt they were the softest things he had ever held ..so dainty and soft compared to his rough calloused ones.

"Im Daisy ..nice to meet you." she smiled up at him with a lovely smile that crinkeled her pert nose that had a smattering of freckeles across it at him...and the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen on a girl. He felt his breath hitch a little at the sight of her and quickly let go of her hand as he gruffly spoke .