Natural || Dwalin x OC - A Hobbit Fanfiction

7- The Codgy Goat

The feast that was held in honor of the lost daughter of Durín (as that was what the inhabitants of the Blue mountains were calling Rurín) she finally understood what her sister-sons had been complaining about since she met them.

Being of the Durín line and a female at that had put a rather large target on her back. Suddenly all the dwarven men who sneered at her or called her bare-face and wild rat or worse, mannish whore; now wanted to talk to her, dance with her, or sweet talk her ear off. Suddenly, she had become a prize to acquire. A quest to conquer and a treasure all in a name.

And the dwarrow Lord Nâr had sunk his claws into her. She couldn't escape him. He had her by the arm, holding her tight in a dance, and refused to give her a break or even loosen his hold that would no doubt bruise. He was an older dwarf of 200, and he had been married twice, arranged as he so pointedly emphasized several times.

He didn't seem bad in her opinion, just too rough and too talkative. But it needed to be said that he was the only dwarf who never sneered at her or even called her a vile name. He had always been nice to her since the start and even in her naming feast, he had protected her from all the attention of those who had been mean to her. Perhaps his tight hold should be appreciated. She tried to relax with him, and he gave her a handsome smile. His hold loosened, if only a little.

"My youngest son is only 63. He is away visiting kin in the Grey Mountains with my three daughters. They're all married, of course, got wee dwarflings of their own--" His voice drone on and on.

Rurín smiled because it was polite to do so, but truthfully, she was very bored. She loved to dance, but not this mindless footwork that was more swaying than moving. She wanted to twirl and jump and stamp. Her gaze drifted longingly at Fíli who was leading a funny-hatted dwarf in a loud boisterous stamp with plenty of claps, twirls, spins, and jumping that came with a swell beat.

"Dû Bekar!" An uproar sounded from around them as Dwarfs and Dams began a riot of a dance that had them smacking their steels together and a few fists collided with a deep guttural chant that made her shiver with delight.

"Are you cold, dear?" Lord Nâr asked. Already shrugging his cloak off to wrap around her shoulders.

"Oh-- you... You don't have--"

"Nonsense!" He took her back into his hold.

Rurín wished the night would end already.

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Fíli frowned as he watched Lord Nâr lead his newly found Aunt in a dance that didn't look too comfortable; given how she was being overly polite with the dwarf. And Rurín was already extremely polite. Despite her being able to hold her own, it was still unmistakable to everyone that she was a shy lass who preferred watching than speaking.

He almost had half the mind to break the dance up, but Lord Nâr funded many of the projects that Thòrin needed to support the mountain. The dwarf could not have any offense made by Fíli's sympathy for his aunt.

"Come on Fíli!" Bofur gave a giant grin, "I am not finished with ye yet!"

"Dance with Kíli! My feet are getting tired!" Fíli half-heartedly declined the offer to keep dancing. Bofur tilted her chin up at him.

"Ye brother is actin' the maggot! Do ye see him ov'r there!" She pointed towards where Kíli was currently trying to tie two dams' dresses together by their sashes without them noticing.