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Daughter of Thráin

Mäetharanel, as very few people around her knew, is a princess. An elven princess, living among dwarves. Dís, as everyone around her knew, is a princess as well. A dwarven princess, who lived with dwarves and had princess duties. Mäeth felt for her, she knew how her days were filled with meetings, sometimes useless, and how she had to maintain her role as the sister of the soon-to-be king. The dam had a short temper, that would get even shorter whenever she had to be present in gatherings or when the meetings with other lords and ladies happened.

That's when Mäetharanel appeared, her elf in shining armour. Dear Dís, who was so tired and needed saving, would pretend that she wanted to stay, but then the elf would insist, and there they went, away from all the pageantry. Most times, at least, because there were times when she had really wanted to stay, but the other would still take her away. When taking the dwarf away, Mäeth had got many reactions, relief, anger, and, sometimes, she would become thoughtful.

"What if they sought my opinion on something important?", she'd ask, to which her friend would scoff.

"They have time for that, now you must rest and spend time with your boys", she'd answer, and Dís would feel pain.

Her boys, her dear sons. Mäetharanel admitted, she used them. Even if she hated doing it, for if someone used Legolas, for anything, she'd be upset. But they certainly would not mind, as it was to get their mother away from those annoying people, and Dís wouldn't mind at all too. Such is the heart of a mother, always aching to be near her children. And oh, how difficult it was to part from her boys! Even if their demonstration of affection would get quite violent, the elven lady had quickly come to the realization that they were just like that.

They were a bit violent, under normal circumstances too, so why wouldn't they also use violence as a way of showing love? It had taken a bit to get used to seeing them bump their foreheads harshly as a way of displaying affection, but as long as no one got hurt or tried to do the same to her, so be it. Let them be how they are.

Her days were still mostly spent with Dís, because Thorin had pressing duties and would rarely have time to rest. The most she had been around him had been a day and a half, if so much! Despite that, they had begun talking more, and more about each other.

Mäetharanel began catching small things that would change according to his mood. Such as how his fingers would begin tapping progressively quick whenever he was getting annoyed, or how the right side of his mouth would raise first when he was finding something amusing, or- no. Enough about him.

Mäetharanel was a princess, but she was also a warrior. The battlefield was no stranger to her, and she had been involved in the arrangements of the quest too, mostly for her knowledge of the forest, which is where they would spend most of their time while travelling. She felt what the forest felt, and Dís already knew that bringing up that matter was the one that would maker her speak the most, so she spoke of it only from time to time.

Her deep bond with nature was due to the fact that she had been living between Greenwood and the kingdom next to theirs, but they did not know that. And they didn't have to, the less they knew about that matter, the better.

In two months, they would leave for the quest. There had been more parties, fewer meetings, and fewer headaches, thankfully. During one of those party, with loud singing dwarves and dwarrowdams, a lot of ale and people dancing on top of tables, Mäetharanel felt even more connected to Dís. It was in that evening that they shared the deepest link of them all; grief.

She was a desperate daughter much like her, an aching sister and a proud mother. As the elf watched the dam drink more than she should, she frowned. Dís sat near Dwalin, laughing and singing with her kin. Mäeth sat near them, eating an apple. There was no way she would eat what they were eating. Fili and Kili were dancing and drinking ale with the rest of the Company that had joined them, and Thorin spoke with Dwalin, quietly.