Erebor, Lonely Mountain

44. Fili & Thorin | Sculptor I

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Erebor was won.

Your prize was a place as head sculptor as per the Kings wishes, easily mesmerizing the Dwarves with your ability to shape Metals and Stones with your mind but even more amazingly with their own tools into shapes and creatures they could never capture even with centuries of practice.

You were in the middle of your latest piece, a white gold and bronze Pheonix nearly seven feet tall that King Thranduil had commissioned from you. Your eyes wandered past your station to spot the King and Prince Film and Kili roaming through the forges that you had helped rebuild after Smaug had made a mess of them nearly three months ago, though honestly you had wished they had paid more attention to the carts and buckets hanging on the chains hundreds of feet above you, still seeming a bit too wobbly for your liking.

You felt another group of Dwarven eyes skimming over your new project, nearly a third of the way carved out of solid marble with white gold and bronze coating to make it shine as the light ran across it when you heard it. A soft crack above you followed by a gentle creaking as it swung down, your eyes rising to the culprit, a massive bucket headed straight where your heart plummeted to, The King and Princes. You jumped off the tall ladder making it crash loudly to the ground making the Durins and Dwarves turn and flee as the large bucket crashed through your statue. With your fingers outstretched you forced the large workbenches to the sides clearing the Royals and Dwarves out of the path just as the bucket crashed into you.

The room went black as you felt your ribs breaking, flipping through the air and crashing down into the ground heavily as your statue shards slid out around you. The Royals climbed off the ground where they were thrown to looking at the massive bucket behind your still body, seeing your long black curly hair, now loosely around you as your fall forced it out of its loose bun, without drawing a breath they rushed to you.

Gently turning and lifting you The King cradled you to his chest as they sprinted for the healing wing as the Dwarves all stared in shock at your shattered incomplete statue. Frozen in despair at your wasted work until Bofur rolled his sleeves up again as he got back to his feet, "Alright Lads, collect the pieces! You remember that massive bridge that collapsed last month, she waved a hand and it went back together, so just group it all up and she can mend it!" They all nodded and quickly brushed it all back into a pile near its former spot before pushing the massive benches back into place before they went to deal with the one thing you had warned them about and had just saved them from.

...

Oin looked up as The Royals sprinted into his view, quickly collecting his things as Thorin laid you out, quickly informing him what had happened. He gave a quick nod and unbuttoned your vest first before rolling up your tank top underneath pausing at what he saw, Thorin turned as he caught his flinch, "What is it?" His eyes trailing across your stomach until he spotted the small heart shaped mark near your belly button, his mouth dropping open as his Nephews noticed as well, gawking at you in shock as Oin regained his composure and quickly mended your ribs with the help of Tauriel and the group of Elves that had been visiting the Dwarf Kingdom. As you slept word spread quickly, for centuries they had heard of the Marks that their New King and his Blonde heir shared, one that matched no type of Mark they had seen on any other race before. As your eyes opened the first words you heard were from a Dam tending to the cut on your forehead, gently greeting you with a quick bow, "My Queen."