A few days passed since the feast and with every day Rurín had a second shadow that didn't even bother trying to hide that he was tailing her constantly. She was standing in the market by the large stone fountain, tying several scrolls of parchment to her raven's talon. Wàyenda nuzzled her neck with her beak before taking off into the cloudless sky, the sun hit her white feathers making them look golden.
"Në legin sui i thúl..." She called out to her. Wàyenda screeched and disappeared from view.
"What does that mean?" Someone asked from where they were hunched over on the fountain rim.
Rurín looked at the dwarf with orange hair that was crossed between blonde and dusty brown. They were bundled in knitted wear of plum purples and light-colored grey hues. Their eyes were like autumn beneath the trees. Warm and bright. They had a shy smile and their cheeks with rosy.
"Be swift as the wind," She translated. "Her name is Wáyenda, it means the heart of the wind. She is very fast."
"I've never met a dam who could speak elvish. What language was it?"
"Sindarin but her name is Quenya. And I am only half dwarrow." She took a seat beside the dwarf. "I'm Rurín."
"I'm Orí," They responded. "Daughter of Korí."
Rurín grinned sheepishly at her. "Sorry, I forgot you're supposed to mention your mother's name too but my mum is human... but my brother said to mention our father's name..." She looked hesitant for a moment. "Daughter of Thraín."
Orí's eyes lit up and then suddenly looked very uncomfortable. "Oh... Um... I'm s-sorry my lady...." She stood hastily and gave a clumsy curtsy.
"Please don't!" Rurín turned as red as a beet. "You... You don't have to do that... Please sit back down."
Orí sat back down quickly and caused her charcoal to scatter about from trying to grab it too fast. She mumbled under her breath turning just as red, her hands trembled as she tried to gather her items.
Rurín helped her, bending over just as she did and causing them to knock heads. "Ung!" Rurín whimpered, clutching her forehead.
"I'm so sorry!" Orí's voice wavered. "Oh... Dorí is going to kill me... Are you okay?"
Rurín shook her head trying to shake away the stars she was seeing. She blinked a few times and gave a weak smile. "It was my fault. No harm done."
The sheepish dam bit her thumb. "I am terribly awkward..." she grimaced. "I... I should go..."
"No," Rurín grabbed her wrist, looking just as scared as her. "I haven't been able to make any friends here. You're the first person who has been kind to me. My sister-sons don't count. They have to be nice to me..."
"I know the feeling," Orí mumbled. "Everyone treats me differently too. My brothers are my only friends as well... Besides Bofur but she hardly comes around much. She is more of Norí's friend than mine."
"Let's make a pact then!" Rurín grinned.
"A pact?" Orí looked slightly concerned.
"Friends?" Rurín held out her pinky. Orí stared down at the pinky that was offered to her.
"What am i supposed to do?" She asked. Rurín picked up her hand and grabbed her pinky making her other fingers curl down.
"You curl your pinky around mine. You've never heard of a pinky promise?" Rurín furrowed her brows.
"What's the price if the promise is broken?" Orí asked.
"Well, you have to cut off your pinky." Orí looked horrified. "We don't have to!" Rurín immediately responded.
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Natural || Dwalin x OC - A Hobbit Fanfiction
FanficAll Rurìn has of her fathers is a rune engraved in a pendant. She knows nothing of him except he was a Dwarven warrior who was running from his grief. When the time came to seek her answers, she finds herself in Rivendell where the gracious Lord El...
