Sorrellkaren, replied to my story (Thorin's sickness ) saying." This was funny and Dwalin was great! Write another Thorin and Dwalin moment for us. You nailed those two Alfa males with real life embarrassment, nothing better than deflating that male pride.
Sorrellkaren, this is for you. Thank you for all you nice reviews. I love to get reviews, good or bad. When people don't review I take it that my story wasn't good enough for one.
Thanks for reading :)
This will be small stories mainly about Dwalin and Thorin, some Fili and Kili. No slash just fluff and humour, some hurt.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or middle earth.
Thorin was bored out of his mind. He had been in a very important meeting with his father and grandfather for what felt like hours. Frerin was still too little to come so he had no play mate.
"Thorin stop kicking your feet and act like a prince" his father scolded.
He stopped moving and sat still in the chair that was much too large for his small frame. His grandfather looked his way and took pity on him.
"Why don't you go outside for a while" he said with a kind smile.
Thorin didn't have to be told twice; he jumped from his seat and ran out the doors. Once outside he ran to the training ground which was his favourite place to play.
Dwalin had just moved to Erebor with his Father and older brother. He was training with his axes when he heard someone approach. He saw it was the prince of Erebor and thought that he would have a little fun.
With a smile on his face the dwarfing walked over to Thorin.
"Hello" said Thorin.
"Hello" Dwalin said back.
"You're new around here" said Thorin "where did you come from?" He asked.
"Oh we come from the..." He paused and then smiled and said "I came from an Orc village west from here, I'm a warrior and I can kill ten orcs without any help."
Thorin laughed and said "I think you're telling me an Elf's tale."
"Am not" shouted Dwalin.
About that time an older dwarfing came running over. "Father says if you don't get home for dinner there would be nothing left when you returned" said Balin.
Balin then noticed the Prince and bowed. "Balin at your service, my Prince" He said.
"Hello!" Thorin said kindly "I was just having an interesting conversation with this Dwarf right here. Did you know he can kill ten Orcs, and that he just recently came here from an Orc Village west of here" Thorin smiled to himself, from the way Dwalin was looking he had been caught in a lie.
"Oh, did he." said Balin, not looking pleased. "Well it was very nice to have met you prince Thorin, but I think it is time me and my brother to return home"
Later that day when Thorin returned home he couldn't help but feel bad for getting Dwalin in trouble.
"There's my handsome prince" said his mother bringing Thorin from his thoughts.
"Hello mama" he said "I met a dwarf today"
"And where on Middle Earth did you see a dwarf in Erebor" teased his mother.
Thorin just rolled his eyes and walked over to his baby brother. "Hello, brother" Thorin said. Frerin just giggled and pulled at his braids.
"Your father has someone coming later today to talk about weapons and he wants you to come with him" said Thorin's mother.
"Do I have to" Thorin said, dropping his shoulders.
"Thorin, you are a prince of Erebor you must do these things because one day you will be king" she said "now run along and see if your father is ready.
Thorin huffed and went to find his Father, leaving his Mother giggling.
Thorin had been in many parts of the mountain but he had never been inside the forge. It was hot, but it felt nice he decided.
When his eyes landed on a certain Dwarfing he met earlier that day, he smiled.
"Killed any Orc's lately?" He asked smirking.
"Well I just saw you face and almost hurt you" Dwalin shot back "you looking like an Orc and all."
"You little Elf snot" Thorin said.
Thrain walked over. "Ahh good I see you have met your cousin, Dwalin"
"Cousin!" They both said at the same time.
"Come on boy's" Thrain said. "Let's go see some of the things we have been working on."
Both boys followed their parent through the forge. Thorin and Dwalin saw some dwarves making moulds for Gold.
Thorin started to giggle when the adults weren't looking.
"What's so funny?" Dwalin asked, confused.
"Once these moulds are made they will pour gold into stone and make statues" said Thorin still laughing.
"Yeah, what's so funny about that?" Dwalin asked, even more confused.
"What if one of them was a little...different from the rest" he said with a mischievous grin.
Dwalin smiled and they both went to work before either of their Fathers saw.
Dwalin and Thorin had to wait a week before the miners even put Gold in the mould. But then the day came. It was Durin's day. How were they to know that the unveiling of the statue was to be at the feast in front of everyone?
Dwalin kept looking at Thorin. They both shared the same look, the look of worry.
And then it happened, King Thror made a long speech and then they pulled the stone away.
It was a Golden King Thror with Elf ears and engraved in his forehead were the words Elf King.
Gasp were heard and tempers flew.
"THORIN! DWALIN! WHEN I GET MY HANDS YOU, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT FOR WEEKS" said Thrain.
But the boys were long gone laughing until tears were in their eyes.
"Hey, Dwalin?" Thorin asked with a smirk.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"let's be warriors together hmm?" Thorin said happily.
"Together" they said in unison.
well there is chapter one. I hope you like it :) if you do please review I love to hear what people think.
