The Hobbit imagines

Dwalin

Dwalin fluff-

Me and the company are currently camping in a meadow near some woods. I'm currently standing at my 5'0 height trying to brush my wild hair. It doesn't help that my hair is as thick as a novel and long enough to cover my breasts. Everyone is either situated around the fire or on the flatter area where our bedrolls lay. And then there is me standing lonesome on the side trying desperately to get the brush through my mane. "Having fun y/n?" Kili questions. "I'm having a splendid time my dear Kili" I reply. My voice the epitome of sarcasm. A group of the dwarves chuckle at my choice of words and I can't help but laugh a little myself.
As my brush glides down a section of hair, it suddenly stops and much to Kili and Fili's amusement, my brush gets stuck in my hair. My nimble hands manage to rescue the brush but I have given up all hope in trying to make my hair free from tangles. I storm over to my bedroll in a huff and place my brush back into my bag. The ground around me is suddenly covered in a shadow and my eyes look up to meet the steel ones of Dwalin. "Given up so easily have we lass?" He questions.
"Well you would as well if you had to tame the mess also know as my hair" I sassed back. His large form vibrates with laughter and he carefully places himself next to me on my bedroll. His large hands reach into my bag and he pulls out my brush. I'm about to protest when his hand holds a piece of my hair and he tells me "shhhh now lass". I Breath out a sigh and let him work on my hair.
About 10 minutes has gone by and neither Dwalin or I have uttered a word. His gentle strokes on my hair are utter bliss and not once has he caused my scalp any pain. Half of the dwarves have fallen asleep and the rest who are still awake are by the fire having small conversations. Only me and Dwalin reside on the flatter area as the dwarves moved their bedrolls nearer to the fire for warmth. I realise that me and Dwalin are having a very intimate moment even if we didn't plan it in the first place. I close my eyes enjoying this peaceful moment and my breathing slows down.
"Am I making you sleepy lass?" Dwalin quietly questions.
"More like your making me feel relaxed. Which I suppose could make me feel sleepy and slow my breathing which would..."
"Shhhhh" Dwalin says softly in my ear. I can feel his warm breath tickle my ear and his hands gently stroke my locks. "You have lovely hair you know. Similar to dwarfish hair with its waves and heaviness. All you need is the strong but gentle hands of a dwarf to tame your wicked mane"
My cheeks flush a light shade of pink and I look down at the ground. He glides the brush through my hair a few more times and places it back into my bag.
"We better get back to the others" Dwalin says with a little smile as he clambers up to his full height. He holds out a rough calloused hand to me and I gladly place my own small hand into his. With no effort at all he hoists me up and places a hand on my shoulder to steady me.
"Thank you for brushing my hair by the way" I say to him and I give him a small but meaningful smile.
"It was no problem at all y/n" he smiles back. He places his hand on my back and leads the way back down to the rest of the dwarves.