Hot crossed buns- DwalinxReader

Training

He did everything Dis told him to do, wear the dark purple tunic, get his hair fully groomed, brush up on his dancing and behave.

He stood at the stand in front of the crowd invited to the ball, beside his brother, ready to announce the royals and their respective partners for the evening. Dis had told him that tonight's ball would be one to remember, as she had set up a meeting with a dam, a dam who she says could be his one!

He'd been assured and reassured that she's the perfect match for him and he couldn't wait for the 4th song of the night, as Dis told him she would be the ONLY dam in the middle partnerless.

He was expected to swoop in and dance with her... that would be the moment he met his one. Or at the very least a lady who Dis approved of, Dis' approval and opinion meant alot to him, so for her to recommend and go so far as to set up the meeting was a huge honour.

Dis had also mentioned that she had been under his very nose, so he replayed the dams he knew well while Balin thanked the crowd all for coming. They'd be announcing the arrival soon.

It could be Y/N the baker, he thought cheerily, he had quite the soft spot or crush on her as the Company would say. She being the only name that was unattached as he knew Dis- married and not his type. Tauriel- engaged to Kili and an ELF, not his type at all. Lorluna and the portrait painter, he knew one of the two was Filis lady love, but he never listened and blocked out Filis words of romance and bad poetry... So not those two, and not the painters sister as she had just passed her naming day, too young, too attracted to Bofur to boot.

His mind kept calling back to Lady Y/N, the sweet but fiery baker that he would see every morning for cherry lattices in the cold months or hot cross buns in the spring to summer months.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

Balin nudged his brother in the side out of his daze, as the royals had been announced and the last pair was just entering, Thorin and his partner for the first dance.

Dwalins jaw dropped, Y/N was Thorin's partner! Dwalin was only a little jealous of Thorin for stealing her the first dance, but oh Mahal she looked exquisite. The bright purple hue of her dress a lighter shade of his own tunic, her hair in a beautiful mohawk plait formation, her face lightly kissed in make up... a vision, a goddess if a dwarrowdam could be one.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't want her to be his partner for the 4th dance. He had even admitted to liking her a few years ago to the Company, but he pushed it aside. He was too old for her, too rough, too hardened by war and years of fighting. He thought that he wouldn't be able to love her the way a young Dwarrow could.

Thorin walked Y/N in between Balin and Dwalin, kissing her hand and murmuring something soft and quiet in her ear before going to address the masses on his stand. Dwalin, even with his good hearing couldn't make out what was said to you. His cheeks staining pink with a mixture of bashfulness at your appearance and jealousy over Thorin.

She looked at Balin on her right, smiling at how Balin looked absorbed in Thorin's words. She then turned... and faced him, peeking up at Dwalin, his heart fluttered. He was so lucky to stand near you, even for a moment.

"You look beautiful Lady Y/N.... Who knew you could shine so bright and dazzle the very starts?" The compliment made her go beet red. Dwalin thought he might as well compliment her while he had the chance, in that gown she would be the center of attention for the single men around. The thought made him pick at his axe belt, a habit he developed out of protectiveness, he was off duty, if anyone tried to bombard or pressure Y/N he'd have to resort to good old lefty and righty.