Rurín woke the next morning with a very hung over Orí wrapped around her, groaning when she shifted because of all the body heat. "Stop... moving..." Orí moaned. "I'm sleeping..."
"Then get off me," Rurín's stomach twisted uncomfortably. She felt like she was about to hurl.
"You're comfortable..." Orí murmured.
"Gehyith (Little dove), I will vomit all over you, I promise."
Orí jerked away just as Rurín pitched over the side of her bed, expelling her stomach right into a bucket that had been placed there. Rurín groaned, blurry blinking at the bucket as Orí gathered her hair from her face and rubbed her back.
"That was lucky..." Rurín mumbled.
"Thorín put it there last night when he dragged me in with Dís," Orí explained. "There's some mint oil on the table for the headache..." She flipped onto her back and yanked the covers over her head. "I sleeping some more... Oi my head hurts..."
"I feel so queasy... I'm never drinking again," Rurín rolled back over and put her pillow over her head, finding the embroidered cloth bundled up.
"I agree... never... again!" Orí groaned.
Rurín picked up the cloth and smiled softly at it, putting it to her nose to inhale. It made her feel slightly better. She pulled the pillow off and looked over at the table and sat back up, grabbing the greenish oil-filled vial and the cup of water. Dropping a few on her tongue she shuddered and chucked the water.
When placing the cup back down she saw the hair sticks and her heart fluttered.
She needed to find him today and thank him for the meaningful gift. And apologize once more...
She glanced over at Orí finding her normal ribbon-embedded braids were a wreck beyond measure. The bowl-cut bangs were sticking every which way and her wiry beard was still with drool. Rurín scrunched her nose and leaned over flicking her best friend in the nose.
"Ai!" Orí shot up blurry-eyed and mid-snort from her snoring. "Zayafalsuwê!" She moaned loudly. "Rurín!!!"
"I will suffer no one!" Rurín stuck her nose in the air and passed her the mint oil. "Now take some before we have a vomit fest in my chambers."
Orí narrowed her eyes yanking the vial from her hand with more force than necessary, causing her to tilt right off the bed. She yelped!
Rurín burst out into a fit of giggles. When Orí popped back up looking even more of a mess only caused the half-dam to lose it even more and then she vomited into the buck once more, groaning in pain.
"Ah-ha! Serves you right!" Orí put her hands on her hips.
"Mîbo orch!" (Go kiss an Orc!)
"Ah!" Orí gasped. "That was mean!"
By the time the girls tumbled out of the bed and into Rurín's bathing chambers, they had already missed breakfast and it was going on afternoon tea time. Rurín had Orí help her put in her newly gifted hair sticks with simple braids pinned back to keep her hair from her face. Their heads were agonizingly painful, and the legendary cons of drinking were making them resolve to never do it again for it was not worth this misery at all.
"These are really pretty..." Orí said as she tied in the ivory ribbon around the braided knot she formed with the hair sticks.
"Aren't they?" Rurín smiled. "Mister Dwalín made them for me."
"Did he really!" Orí's eyes widened. "They look like a courting gift!"
Rurín's smile vanished immediately. Orí frowned at her. "Did something happen?"
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Natural || Dwalin x OC - A Hobbit Fanfiction
FanfictionAll 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...
