Natural || Dwalin x OC - A Hobbit Fanfiction

3 - A Home

Rurìn quickly caught on that patrol duty was no walk in the fields. The Twins did try and make the job easier on her, especially after the whole 'You're a hidden princess that no one knows about but Ada would kill us if you even got a scratch. You've become a daughter to him and he is rather fond of his daughters, just ask Arwen' It was a conversation all with the eyes and none of the lip movements. She did not get to go on Patrol duty until the summer due to the fact Elrond wanted her to be better trained but mostly because she quite literally had a mental breakdown not even three days after being told she was a Daughter of Durin. She had the suspicion that Elrond knew it was coming and that's why he canceled her Patrol duty the day before. The Twins didn't mind, they weren't too confident in their teaching skills so Glorfindel stepped in when he came back from his patrol. 

The Golden Hair Ellon was extremely hard on her during her training, he was brutal and harsh and left her with so many bruises by the end it was a miracle she could even stand up. That is not to say that outside of the wicked early grave sessions he was becoming a dear friend and could be found hovering over her with sweet requests. Teragorn had told him all about her gooey chocolate cake, which has been dubbed brownies by the Rangers who came to rest before going back out. 

But back to the present, Rurìn hated patrol. She did not like it at all and even killing Orc's left a bitter taste in her mouth for it. They were hideous creatures. They made her feel small and weak with their size and strength. She, however, found she quite hold her own weight, and due to the fact she was small even by dwarven standards, she was fast. All of the Elven games of 'Catch the Rurì' had paid off because those hulky beasts couldn't. She was speed, she was like lightning and her sword had hit so many groins that had them screeching on their knees they could not stand. They bled out through a place... that the Male Rangers and Ellons in her Orc hunting party couldn't look her in the eye anymore. They did but it was only briefly, Rurìn thought it was awesome. She had been declared the 'Eviratior' for her ranger name. The twins named her swords geldring and bowlering; two names Elrond did not find as amusing as Glorfindel did...

The elven blacksmith, Nàrdir put the names on her sword and chiseled in the dwarven runes for her with such excitement that he was always happy to examine the weapons that were all the talk of Rivendell when Rurìn's name was even remotely mentioned. Rurìn was as shy and quiet as she was enjoying the attention on her swords. She was now fond of her height, it no longer bothered her that she had to look up to meet the tall people's eyes. She was the sterilizing master, the quick nicker, the pecker cutter, the owner of the blade that ensured orcs couldn't have children if they somehow managed to survive having their member hacked off. 

Soon summer did too pass and fall was setting in, she had been in Rivendell for almost a year now. Speaking Sindarin with ease, ancient Khudzul wasn't nearly as hard as it was when she started, she could read the text just fine though she struggled a bit at phrasing her meaning but at least she could understand perfectly when hearing it. Elrond managed to procure her some texts in the up-to-date language and he kindly asked her not to ask him how he manage to do it. Elladan mentioned something about a blow to pride and a smirking mam. Apparently, Lady Galadriel had her hand in it and Elrond had to endure whatever it was she said to him for it. Rurìn was touched that he did it for her and she would forever be grateful for all that he had done for her. 

Rurìn had put off finding her brother and sister in the Blue Mountains for another year, her courage was not as bold as she was claimed to be. She was not brave to go trekking through Ered Lindon to look for her exiled king of Erebor holding their father's sigil when she was a beardless bastard child. She would have her head cut from her neck with nothing but thief, lies, and deceit slew had her and probably some very creative insults in Khudzul. No, she would wait until a message was returned to them.