A Ruby's Shine (Thorin Oakenshield X OC)

2. Blunt The Knives, Bend The Forks

Okay, decided to add the song that inspired the whole story :D I'm not kidding, this song literally inspired everything you are about to read.

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Bilbo was running around like crazy trying to stop them as I watched, mildly entertained by all of this with a bunch of clueless dwarves. I watched the rather clumsy Hobbit trip over the rug or stumble over things the dwarves dropped in their eagerness to eat.How is this Hobbit supposed to help in the journey? Cooking maybe? It would take quite some work to make him a fighter but I could see potential if someone had the patience to teach him.

"Those are my pri...! Excuse me, not my wine. Put that back. Put that back. Not the jam, please. Excuse me. Excuse me. It's a tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?" I heard him yell away as I pulled a knife from my pocket and twirled and spun it for entertainment, watching the havoc, not even having to watch the knife with my many years of experience with knives. I found Bilbo's blundering hilarious. I thought about trying help him and then decided against it. My way of 'helping' would be trying to tell the dwarves to stop before decking one in the face when they annoy me. I don't think that would help things.

I have a bit of a temper problem, but most pubs enjoy it since I clean out the nasty customers pretty easily. Though most of those nasty customers glare hatefully at me when I return several months or a year or so later, I've had to put a few in their place again.

"Ugh. No, that's Grandpa Mungo's chair... No, so is that. Take it back, please. It's an antique. Not for sitting on. That is a book, not a coaster. And put that map down." I listened to the cacophony of noise with a slight smile on my face. Fairfin cawed softly on my shoulder, white feathers ruffling and wings slightly spread, having seen apple slices. I rolled my eyes, apple slices are one of his favorites.

I laughed softly and gestured with my empty hand for him to grab one. He jumped up and flew so fast the dwarf carrying them jumped and looked around in confusion. Fairfin landed back on my shoulder and shook himself in pleasure at having successfully stolen the food, eating away at the fresh apple slice held in his talons while eyeing the rest of the slices on the plate the dwarf was carrying. I saw the dwarf he stole from look at me with wide eyes, one of the dwarves that just showed up. I laughed in amusement at the dwarf's rather shocked expression, especially since this time the dwarf was in shock a bird stole the food and not shocked at my rather unusual looks. Fairfin was cawing on my shoulder in happiness through a beak full of apple, making the sound funnily garbled.

"That's an interesting bird you got there, lass. Nearly didn't see him." He said, coming over to look at Fairfin. Fairfin watched the apple slices he held with a light blue eye, leaning forward from where his talons held onto my shoulder as he finished the last of the slice he stole.

"This is Fairfin, had him since he was a hatchling." I said gruffly, feeling a little more open to being friendly but not much. I reached up to Fairfin for a distraction, petting down the raven soft white feathers. Fairfin shivered in delight, fluffing his feathers, before rubbing against my hand with his head happily, croaking softly as he stared at me with one blue eye full of love and trust, my truest companion.

"Never seen a white raven before, he is quite rare, am I correct?" He said, staring at Fairfin as the raven turned his head to study the dwarf with one eye curiously.

Fairfin is a beautiful bird, a bit smaller than most ravens at his age but that could be due to his injury as a hatchling when I rescued him. His eyes, like most white ravens, are light sky blue. His beak was long and an off white color, the same color matching his legs and talons. The rest of his body was covered in beautiful white feathers. He liked to keep his feathers as clean as possible. I swore he was a brighter white than I had seen even on any other bird with white feathers and he is quite proud of that. But then again I have suspected for a while he isn't your average white raven, the intelligence in Fairfin is not average for a raven, nor is his lifespan...