Natural || Dwalin x OC - A Hobbit Fanfiction

2 - Line Of Durin

Winter was upon them in Rivendell. No longer was it safe to spend more than a few hours outside in the biting cold. Rurìn didn't mind staying bundled up under a heap of covers in the grand hall by the hearth, listening to the elves tell stories or play their instruments. She normally could be found there with her nose buried in a book that Lindir brought to her or even Elrond. Sometimes the bookkeeper Hedithrus or Hedi as she called him, would bring her stacks of books she may find interesting.

Her Sindarin improved greatly where she could now hold a light conversation but more often than not she messed her up pronunciation or got a word or two backward. The elves were very patient with her and more than happy to ease her into the correct way except for Elrohir, he was just a giant arse about it. He teased her so much but she knew he didn't mean any harm by it.

If she wasn't reading or studying, she could be found in the tailoring chambers. Tucked in a corner, crocheting, knitting, or even sewing. She was mostly found with a hook in hand or quill. Elrond kept an abundance of yarn on hand just for her to have her way with it. At first, she was timid and even guilty about not paying him for the yarn but he brushed it off and told her it was perfectly fine. He did ask for a new throw blanket if she was inclined to it.

So that's how Rurìn ended up making a bit of coin. The elves quickly caught on that she was gifted in tailoring. Her shawls, blankets, and scarfs even socks were far more detailed than they thought could be possible. Embroidery was believed to be the only way to get picturesque details but her talent greatly fascinated them.

Elrond now had an Elven tree of stars telling a story of his father through the vines on a large blanket that was displayed in his office for all to enjoy. He didn't want to ruin such beauty by using it. She was able to pay him back for the yarn with the coin she was making, like an investment but she ended up finding the coins back in her pouch during the week. She had a feeling the twins were slipping it back in there or Lindir.

Her training continued through the grand corridors and in the dining area, where her balance had been tested and improved as well as her agility. Jumping from tables, benches, and stools while avoiding being whacked by heavy sticks all without touching the stone tiles had been a bane of her existence. The twins did not let up. Many of the other elves had joined in and made a game out of it, they would chase her around trying to hit her with something at the most random of times. There had been many incidents where she ended up in the healing house with cuts and harsh bruising that needed tending too.

Just before Yule, Rurìn had gotten a rib broken from a nasty surprise attack that ended up with Elladan and Elrohir getting a loud reprimanding from not only their father but a few of the other elves. Especially, Hedi, he was very displeased by it but was more than happy to let her hide away in the nooks of the library for safekeeping.

She had been in Rivendell for five months now, and despite the injuries, she was enjoying herself for the very first time in her life. She found friends and a family in the homely house. Her first Yule with the elves had been a grand experience, and she had been gifted with the best Elvish-made weapons and traveling clothes. Elrond thought it was time for her newly acquired battle skills to test and have her on border control when spring came. Much to her timid nature, she was actually excited. The twins promised that the most dangerous thing she would be fighting was a goblin because she wasn't nearly ready enough for an orc. She had never seen a goblin but she had an idea of it from the descriptions.

Just as the snow was beginning to melt away, and the air grow crispier, Rurìn sat outside in the courtyard bundled under one of her many blankets with her father's pendant in hand. Flipping it over and over again from the Rune to the emblem on the back... She wondered if she would ever find its meaning.