Natural || Dwalin x OC - A Hobbit Fanfiction

30 - Grant me This Wish

The group of dwarves that had grown close in the past year, some who would have never thought to be friends or even considered themselves to be a chosen family that was until a certain half-breed came into their lives and wormed her way into their hearts with her shy smiles and infectious laughter. They were all gathered on a summer night, outside in the summer air with beads of sweat trickling down the younger and older dwarves' faces as they danced and played tag with one another.

It was the hottest month of the year, right before the autumn set in and the New Year for the Dwarves would begin. It would mark one full year since Rurín came into their lives. Though much has changed greatly in the lost daughter of Durín; most of which every dwarf there would take back if they could to keep it from ever happening to her... She was beginning to smile again, not so pinched and wary... Even her deep stormy blue eyes were starting to gain back a sense of happiness.

Any seeing dwarf would know that finding herself once more had a lot to do with the hulking captain of the guard who had grown so fiercely protective of her, he scared practically everyone away from her and attended to her needs the moment he saw a  sign of one of her panic attacks. He would hold her regardless of the thoughts and opinions of others from the impropriety of it and he would kiss her face and run his fingers through her hair with such gentleness that shocked anyone that he was capable of it.

Dwalín loved his one. He never stopped feeling guilty for not being there for her. He would always feel angry at himself for it despite the many times Rurín would tell him, it wasn't his fault. He had promised himself he would always be there for her, for now, and till the end of his days.

The air had fevered with humidity, thickening breathing, and liquefying skin. The dwarfs had been running around bare-chested, and Bofur had pinned her skirts up showing her knees to the horror of her brother and cousin. Orí had attempted to pin hers up as well and had been knocked over by a clucking Dorí as he yanked them back down.

Orí huffed loudly and declared her spot forever be in the fresh spring water where they sat up their little outdoor party. Dís, Himlâ, and Tovî had joined her in the spring with a few of the dwarves; Bombur, Bifur, Dorí, and Balín. They all chuckled and shared stories as Orí watched daydreaming as the younger dwarves play with Bomburs little ones. She desperately wanted to play tag too but was content having Rurín braid flowers in her hair from where she sat behind her with her feet in the cool water.

That was another thing about Rurín... She used to love swimming. In another life, she would be fully submerged in the cool water of the spring, basking in the sun while content to be hugged by the cold embrace of the earth. But her fear of cold waters... Never truly went away. It had been only a few months since the terror of her life had happened and perhaps one day her fear will go away and she could be happy again...

Dwalín stayed close to her side, his feet, and legs fully in the water to his knees as he laid back on the grass, his fingers playing with the long braid that ran down Rurín's back. He kept his attention on her while also still keeping up with the conversation with the others.

Thorín was laying in the grass with his eyes closed completely at ease for the first time in what seemed like ever... He had to be begged to join in the merry-making by everyone and he had said 'no' each time.
That was until Rurín had asked him in a very quiet manner, to please come. She finally confessed she would feel safer also joining the others if he was there with her. She needed him and Dwalín both to look after her. Rurín was terrified she would have a spell and ruin everyone's fun. It was why he lay so close to her on the grass. She could reach out and touch his hand if she needed him.

If anyone noticed the two bulky dwarves shadowing her every move and stuck to her sides like they had been forged together, nobody dared comment on it. As Óin said, her physical injuries would heal fast but the ones upon her mind would need love, time, and endless support. Rurín was grateful her dwarven family and friends hadn't let her push them away. That they never judged her for her actions. They gave her the love they knew she desired so desperately but felt she didn't deserve.