Title – Dreams Of The Future
Author – Moonbeam
Summary – After the battle Ori sets himself to making Dwalin a thank you gift
Spoilers – End of the book though this is an alternate ending.
Rating – Teen but subject to change (I have been known to write the porn)
Disclaimer – I don't own anything, just a poor relief teacher/uni student. But oh the fun that could be had if I did.
Warnings – Nothing yet.
Author's Notes – I just couldn't resist – Dwalin/Ori is settled into my brain now, I blame tumblr, so I had to write this. I hope someone enjoys it :)
It is Valentine's Day here so consider this my gift, I hope you enjoy.
Dreams Of The Future
by Moonbeam
/ / / Ori \ \ \
Ori checked the final row of knitting as he began to cast off. He was very proud of this jumper. During the journey, when he could, he would knit and then give the scarves or caps to the other members of his company. Bilbo had a lovely blue and green scarf, Nori and Dori had come on the journey with enough to not need more and Bifur had taken such a shine to the multi-coloured scarf and hat that Ori had started in Bilbo's hobbit-hole that fateful night that Ori had given it to him. Bifur rarely took off the scarf and hat when Ori had finally finished them and was able to gift them to the dwarf.
After the battle, when everything had settled, Thorin saved on the battlefield at the last moment by Bilbo who appeared suddenly and like magic in the middle of the fight. Fíli and Kíli were able to stop the orcs that were about to kill the King with the help of Bilbo and his Sting. When it was all finally over and they were tending their wounds Ori had started to knit again, having purchased a little wool, and needles, from the Men of Lake-town. This time he had a specific person in mind as he started, with his dark red wool which he twinned in with some very pale cream wool.
Ori had lost track of his brothers in the battle, though they had both survived, and Ori had been left to fighting almost alone. Then with a great war cry Dwalin had appeared next to him and they fought together. When everything was done Ori had decided that there were just no good ways to thank the dwarf for protecting him. So he set to showing everyone his appreciation but making something for Dwalin.
Ori had been coddled and protected and kept from many things by his brothers and other family members. But Dwalin, while saving his skin a couple of times, had stood at Ori's side instead of trying to remove him from the battlefield. Ori had fought hard, been injured, and had even protected Dwalin when he could but most importantly the entire time he was facing the orcs he didn't once feel like he was too young, or not strong enough or 'too artistic to be of any use on a voyage to reclaim Erebor' or anything else that he had been told in his life. For most of their journey Nori and Dori had been keeping Ori behind them while everyone else was in front. When they did what they always did Ori followed suit; he retreated into books and drawings and set himself to chronicling their journey.
While all around him had been set to being in charge of the great task of rebuilding Erebor Thorin had pulled Ori aside and shown him the great library, some books burned, some simply damaged, though most were simply dusty and in need of love. Thorin had set Ori and Bilbo to the task and together they were restoring the Great Library of Erebor.
Ori had been given his own room and each night, after they ate, he would return to it and set his mind to the task of creating something for Dwalin. He wished it was more, he wished it was something that could show all the beings of Middle Earth that Dwalin was the bravest of dwarves. Ori had never had much skill with metal or jewels and it set him apart from his family, from his kin and all of the dwarves he knew. Dwarves could smell ore they said but Ori had always preferred a bit of fresh air and the company of books and he was better with pen and paper than he could ever hope to be with metal and fire. It was one of the reasons his family were so protective of him, why they tried to convince him not to come on this journey but he had known, always known, that he had to do something or he would always be the odd dwarf in a family of artisans. The dwarves who judged him and called him names had always been in the minority but they had always been so very vocal.
The damage of Smaug was mostly confined to the left over carcasses of his meals and the soot covered rocks but the dwarves of Erebor were returning and one day the mountain would be as it once was even if Ori had only ever known the Blue Mountains as home. Ori's mother remembered and it was for her that he had come, for her, to make her proud and to prove that he was a dwarf of worth. He had and she was coming, coming to the home she had sung about and wished for, and he had been a part of the fellowship that gave it to her.
Ori laid out the jumper when it was done. Mostly dark red with a light twist of cream throughout it, he hoped that Dwalin would like it because the colour made him think of Dwalin. He had had so very much trouble making sure it would fit without letting everyone know what he was doing. Ori knew his brothers would not approve, they would tell him just to say 'thank you' and he knew that there were no greater gossips than Bofur and Bombur. Ori didn't want Dwalin to know until he was done, so he had stolen Dwalin's mail…just for a little while so he could measure it and then he had given it back and he was very sorry that Dwalin had yelled at all those dwarves about stealing it.
Ori folded the jumper and wrapped it within a large piece of paper that he had drawn on, the battle scene with Ori and Dwalin fighting together so that the other dwarf would know exactly what the gift was for. Ori took the parcel and snuck through the corridors careful to not be seen by anyone. He tried Dwalin's door but no one was there and he knew that Dwalin's room was booby trapped after the chainmail went missing. He propped the package against the door and turned to find Bilbo standing there watching him, the hobbit smiled gently and turned, walking away as though he had never seen anything and Ori was thankful that the hobbit had been the one to find him as he was the only one likely to keep his secrets.
Ori thought he might hear something at dinner…nothing.
He thought he might hear something after dinner so he stayed in his room…nothing.
Ori waited for two whole days and he heard nothing, he decided that Dwalin must have hated the jumper but then on the third day he walked into the eating hall at lunchtime to see Dwalin sitting and eating wearing his jumper. Ori smiled at Dwalin who nodded his head and returned to his lunch.
Bilbo didn't say anything when Ori sat across from him with a great grin.
Ori returned home that evening to find a large bouquet of wildflowers sitting on his table and beneath it was a jewel encrusted, gold box. Inside was a jar for ink and a little hinged hair bead. Ori sat down heavily on the chair…he hadn't meant the jumper to be an overture of courting intentions but…oh what a lovely thought, Dwalin, tall and broad and amazing and interested in him! Ori had assumed he would never attract the attention of anyone since he was an odd dwarf but the tattooed, battle-hardened Dwalin was making an offer and Ori was so utterly pleased. He went to his great basket of wool – a new purchase, and collected the cream and red, this time the red would be sprinkled through the cream instead. He set to making a scarf and hat; he would have to hurry so that he could repay the intention within the set three days.
Ori settled and was so very happy that he whistled while he worked.
/ / /
I have a vague idea there may be more but I haven't decided.
