"Who is this?" Bofur asked with a dimpled grin as she looked down at the little girl Kafdân was holding hands with.
"Bofur this is, Soldís," Kafdân said.
"Bofur?" Soldís said quietly. The hatted dam blinked.
"Ahh... Heard of me have ya?" Bofur asked her. Soldís nodded her head.
"Momma says you make da best toys," Soldís shifted awkwardly.
Bofur pursed her lips. She couldn't recall ever meeting this little girl's mother. In close inspection, Bofur realized the mucky blonde hair was hiding the tuffs of a fine beard. She looked Kafdân, questionably.
"Lady Rurín just adopted her. We need to get ready to go immediately."
She whipped her head around so quickly it made the flaps on her silly hat flap wildly. Questions filled her head but she knew when it wasn't the time to ask. So she quickly helped tack the ponies and Raín and start strapping on their bags.
Soldís sat on a little hay bell, huddled deep in Rurín's cloak. Her eyes filled with grateful tears that she was being taken away from this place. Rurín was so kind to her... Treated her like she was a person. Used motherly hands to heal her... Feed her... Hug her... Even gave her a new name. She was such a small thing for a seven-year-old girl... She was hungry all the time. Nawing ache that never went away. Her bones always hurt too from the cold and from all her injuries.
She was startled when she felt a hand on her back. Flinching so hard, she jerked herself right off the haybale. Those hands grabbed her before she could hit the ground. She looked up into Rurín's deep blue eyes.
"I am sorry, sweetheart," Rurín said softly and helped her stand up. She brushed her hair lightly to remove the hay. "I didn't mean to startle you."
Soldís blushed. "S'fine..."
"Come, let me wrap your feet up before we go." Rurín motioned for her to sit back down on the haybale and she did immediately.
Rurín dig around in one of her bags grabbed her bindings for her chest and picked up one of Soldís dirty feet. Rurín frowned at how disgusting it was. She could see under some of that grime was dried blood. Soldís winced when Rurín began to wipe some of the grime off with an old rag. She paused.
"Are your feet hurting you?"
"I is used to it," Soldís winced again.
"You shouldn't be used to pain, Soldís." Rurín grabbed one of her waterskins and began to wash the foot off a little. "When we stop for camp tonight, I will help you get clean, okay? I need to check your injuries."
"Ne... Ne... I am fine," Soldís started but her mouth snapped shut at the quirked eyebrow, Rurín was giving her. "Yes, miss..."
"Up you get," Rurín picked her up, putting her on her hip and walking over to where Raín was huffing. Warm steam being made in the cool misty air. Soldís shook in her arms. "Shh... This is Raín, Soldís..."
Rurín lifted a palm and rubbed his muzzle. "Hi na- hénig, Soldís," Rurín cooed and the horse puffed softly blowing the strains of Soldís hair back making the small child giggle. "Anin gell nîn, dab- na carrui hen bodui..."
(This is my child, Soldís. Please bare her weight, for me.)
"Wut tongue is dat?" Soldís asked as Rurín gently eased her palm to Raín muzzle and picked it up softly to help her pet the horse until she found the courage to do it on her own.
"Sindarin. It is one of the Elvish tongues," Rurín smiled fondly at her. Soldís looked into her eyes.
"Cane he understood ya?"
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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...
