Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter is up so late I'm already working on the next so I will try to post it tomorrow.

Continuing, here is the third chapter woohoo! Again keep in mind that I made most of this stuff up and only some of it is based off the stuff that I have summarized about the characters so its The Hobbit with a large hint of ME. Which it is since I made it up lol.

DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN "THE HOBBIT", ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS OR ANY PART OF THE MAIN STORIES PLOT LINE. ALL THE CREDIT FOR ITS WONDERFULNESS GOES TO THE GREAT AND AWESOME J.R.R. TOLKIEN. ONLY THE THINGS NOT IN HIS ORIGINAL WORKS IS MINE.

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NOTE : I had a miss hap with my computer for the last couple days which caused it to somehow log me off and since I hadn't save this chapter yet have of it just vanished and then today when I finally got it working again my chapter was gone. :( :( :( So this isn't the original chapter but since I don't remember the exact wording as the one I wrote last night as it didn't save, this one will have to do. I'm still very put out about it all.

Also, shout-out! to Guest for giving the last chapter its first review! Don't worry I have absolutely no intention of not finishing this story, and I'm so glad you like it!

Now without further ado on with the story!...

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10 THINGS YOU DIDN'T KNOW

Ten things you didn't know about each of the characters in The Hobbit starting with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield and then everyone else.

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Dwalin son of Fundin


*_ 1 _*

His father had originally named him Daisy as he had been drunk while waiting for his mother to birth him. His father hadn't been at Balin birthing so he was rather stressed and worried so much so that he drank until he was piss drunk and couldn't think right. According to the midwife he couldn't even hold him right let alone think coherently enough to properly name his youngest son as it is tradition for fathers to name the sons and mothers to name the daughters.

Fundin son of Farin had never been a very emotional prone Dwarrow in fact many people would call him unfeeling if they were to judge his disposition only by the outside and by their first meeting with him. Even with those that know him well can tell you that he is rather distant from everyone else at the best of times and it is said that it is a miracle and a wonder that his wife the Lady Aevlgra even agreed to marry him let alone confess to love him. But she did and she does and they both had a wonderful son named Balin two decades previous though Fundin had not been present at his birth as he had been away on business in the Ironhill's at the time.

Anyway, Fundin was not unfeeling he just didn't know how to deal with he feeling he did have which drove him to drink thinking it would numb him from them though it was actually counterproductive to his cause because as it ended up he was a very sappy and affectionate drunk which may be half the reason why his wife spices his food and drinks at every meal. As it was he was both there at Dwalin's birth and suitably drunk for the occasion as well, so drunk that when the midwife placed Dwalin in his hands for the first time he not only dropped him - Dwalin only being saved by his brother Groin who already had a young son named Oin - but also slurred the name he had chosen for his son so much that it came out as Daisy.

Needless to say the midwife took it to heart for some reason and wrote down in the records that the child's name was Daisy only to be hunted down, set straight, and made to change it to Dwalin the next forning by a very grumpy, earnest and pitifully hung over Lord Fundin.

It is for this reason that Dwalin's father first named him Daisy at his birth and that his mother Aevlgra swore that should she be blessed enough to have another son she would be the one naming the child not her husband and bugger to all tradition that said she could only name any daughters she had.


*_ 2 _*

He has a sweet tooth the size of The Lonely Mountain itself and if he could he would probably eat a pile of Candy the size of said large mountain.

Most Dwarves like stringer and spicier tasting foods and drinks after all the better the taste the hardier and better to fill your stomach it is. As for Dwalin, ever since he was a dwarfling of twelve and his father brought home a bar of brown sweetness that he said came from the far far east and he tasted it his desire to eat foods of the same sweet taste has never abated and if he could Dwalin would probably eat three times his wait in sweets if only he put his mind to it.

Of course during the wandering years there had been no money or any other types of funds to buy such treats so he had had go without as other things had been much more important to buy other than sweet treats that would not last beyond the first five minutes he would have it in his position. Many had long ago learned -thanks to his brother - that if they wanted something of him all they had to do is offer a varying amount of certain sweets an he would eventually cave in and do as they wished. The fact that his young cousins and a certain thief by the name of Nori had figured out his weakness for sweet treats and have used them to get out of some such trouble or another is not relevant and does not need to be widely known.

It is for this reason that Dwalin has an unexplained yearning for and unquenchable sweet tooth and if he could he would eat a pile of sweets the size of The Lonely Mountain and damn the stomach he would surely have after his over indulging.


*_ 3 _*

He wasn't actually the one to name his battle ax's 'Grasper' and 'Keeper' instead it had been a dwarfling he had been rather fond of before Erebor fell. And the lad had named them that way because he liked Dwalin playing Mister Bear with him and the other dwarfling's. It was a game which involved him doing a lot of 'grasping' and 'keeping'.

He has always been fond of dwarflings and really all little ones and playing with them had always been an enjoyable past time of his especially if he needed to calm down after a fight or just wanted to work off some steam but was too lazy to find someone to spar with. When this occurred he found entertaining a group of dwarflings usually lead by a dwarfling named Dargo with a game of Mister Bear to be an adequate pass time.

Not only was the game great exercise for him and the little ones but it also warmed him to hear their joyful laughter ringing out when he tackled them and then released them making them his little bear cubs. With as much grasping and keeping that went on throughout the game it shouldn't have been a surprise when one day as he came to join them for a game after a day at the forges where he had just finished his matched pair of battle ax's he asked the dwarfling to help him name them. He really should have expected him to chose names which they were fond of and made of actions that they knew well.

But it didn't or well it did but he didn't mind the childish not very inventive names as his favorite little dwarfling had proudly stated that one was for grasping his enemies and the other was for keeping their souls after he cleaved in their skulls. It had been a rather avid description and Dwalin liked the idea of it even if the names had come inspired by a children's game.

It is for this reason that a little dwarfling named Dargo named Dwalin mighty battle ax's 'Grasper' and 'Keeper' after how he played Mister Bear with the little dwarflings.


*_ 4 _*

He has a soft spot for cute and cuddly things including rabbits, babies of every race and species in general, and later a soft spot for the small innocent looking Bilbo Baggins who they would latter employ as a Burglar on a quest to reclaim Erebor.

Dwalin was never given the gift of becoming a big brother, the closest he had ever come to being an elder sibling had been when his younger cousins, Thorin, Frerin, Dis and Gloin had been born but it had not been the same as it would have been had they been his true siblings though they were close. It may have been being deprived of being an elder brother that caused him to take a fond liking for little children whether they be two legged, four legged or more once he held them he claimed them for his own.

It had been embarrassing that as a youngster he had refused to put down a young Thorin for nearly a month and then even longer with Frerin and Dis since by the time they were born Thorin had grown too big for his young self to carry without endangering him. Of course it did not stop with his cousin's and it certainly didn't stop even after he came of age and started to gain his current reputation of a fierce warrior because even now he always makes sure to take time to indulge his secret fondness for little one's often telling them stories of his past battles -censured of course as it would do them no good to learn the cruleness of the world before they needed to - and he also gave them small trinkets in form of carved wooden toys that he made in his spare time for the boys and flower crowns for the girls.

Baby animals were close to being cuter than those children of Men, Dwarves and even Elves they also didn't tug his beard roughly to get attention, not that he really minded it as he was only all too happy to give them his attention and after getting a couple swords to the gut a child's tugging on his facial hair was nothing. However, Bilbo Baggins the Burglar they had hired for the quest to reclaim Erebor had surpassed each and every one of the other young ones. Large feet that looked to big for his tiny built body with soft curly fuzzy hair on their tops, a cute button nose, sweet smiling lips that gave off bell like laughs and soft words, and wide warm brown doe like yes set under a short cut mass of wild golden curls had enraptured his one weakness like to other cute being ever had.

He just couldn't resist the draw of caring for a sweet innocent and soft looking little one.

It is for this reason that Dwalin has a soft spot for cute and cuddly things no matter their race or species.


*_ 5 _*

He loves the smell of spring and all it's blooming flowers which he is very capable and talented with braiding them into flower crowns even despite his large clumsy looking hands.

He has always found the smell and feel of the soft petals of spring flowers soothing. It may seem entirely odd for the picture of himself holding the delicate flowers gently in his work battered hands but he has never really cared what others think of him. The fact that he takes comfort in picking a wild flower to smell it every once in a while doesn't matter nor does it matter that he has been know to pick many of said flowers and braid them into flower crowns, bracelets and braids.

The fact that braiding them into sleeping Dwarves hair as a small prank causes everyone except the receives amusement is of course a plus but just holding one always manages to put a small smile on his face even if he doesn't want one to. There is just something about the tender delicate little plants with bright colored blossoms that fills him with a sense of peace. He doesn't remember just when they became that way to him they just do. Just the way it smells, feels and soothes his very soul if enough for him and he won't bother to question it.

It is for this reason or rather no reason in particular that Dwalin so of Fundin loves the smell of fresh spring flowers and why braiding them into flower crown always calms him.


*_ 6 _*

His first love will always be that of the Lady Dis who happened to be his cousin and his One though she did marry another. Also marrying among your own family is not looked down upon in Dwarven culture as it is not too uncommon for cousins to marry cousins or even an Aunt or Uncle marrying one of their Nieces or Nephews is they are each others One's.

Dwalin like many other Dwarves had never expected to find his One, what with Dwarrowdam's being so rare and him having to interest in the male gender but when he first held his younger cousin Dis he had felt a bond with her that he had not felt with either of her older brothers when he held them as babe's. Of course at first he thought it just because she was a female that he had a fierce age to protect her and so ignored it but as he got older and watched Dis grow his feelings grew beyond those one would feel for a cousin or any kin.

He did not tell anyone of his feelings as he was not entirely totally sure of them and what they were himself though he was sure that his older brother Balin had had some kind of an idea since he always looked between them strangely even though he said nothing his brother was and still is known for seeing the connection between One's even before the pair sees their connection for themselves. It wasn't until a Dwarf named Vili caught Dis's eye that Dwalin figured out just what his feelings really were and what they meant. But of course it had been to late as she had been already taken with the other Dwarrow and just because you were somebody's One it did not mean that the other person shared your feelings.

That and he really hadn't ever done anything to be closer to her, true it wasn't looked down on to marry into your own family if two people were One's but some Dwarves, especially ones from the line of Durin, were too stubborn to see beyond what they wanted to see and unfortunately for Dwalin his One happened to be of the most stubborn sort and sometimes incredibly dense when it pleases her and displeases everyone else.

However, since he loved Dis he did not stand in her way if she wanted to marry the other Dwarf and even supported her when her family - mainly Thorin - disapproved of the match even though it made him feel like he was dying inside and when he gave Dis away at her wedding as she requested him to do he vowed to never marry or even think to court another.

It is for this reason that Dwalin remains alone and has sworn his life to serve Thorin his king, why he has never married and why he threats Fili and Kili as if they were his own son's while also ignoring the knowing looks his ever insightful elder brother Balin sends him when ever he is caught reminiscing about what could have been had he had the courage to set forth his own suit sooner.


*_ 7 _*

His first kiss was with his friend and cousin Thorin Oakenshield on his coming of age birthday it had also happened to be the first time either of them had gotten drunk so they couldn't hold their liquor unlike his older brother Balin and his cousin Dáin who's father had been encouraging him to hold his drink for nearly three decades before he ever came of age.

It had always been much to Dwalin's embarrassment that he had yet to kiss a Dwarrowdam when many other young Dwarrow's his age and even some younger already had. No one knew of it besides may be his slightly younger cousin Thorin but he had long ago swore him to secrecy on threat of unleashing his wrath on him again like he did when Thorin had sheared half his hair off and stole away and hid his practice swords when they were younger.

It wasn't until Thorin's seventy-fifth birthday that he was allotted his first kiss and in the most unexpected place by the most unexpected and highly unwanted person. He, his brother and their cousin's Dain, Gloin, and Thorin had snuck away from the party thrown in Thorin's honor of his coming of age off to the balcony outside of Dain's bed chambers making sure to bring along enough drink to become suitably drunk enough to properly celebrate the occasion with the knowing that they would all share the pain of killer hang over in the morning, or well except for his brother Balin who never seemed to get the slightest head ache no matter hoe much drink he put back the previous night.

As it was well into the night and they were quite suitably drunk enough to loosen their urges to control most of their actions but not drunk enough to not remember what they would do in the morning they somehow got to talking about Gloin and his lady love who he happened to have been currently courting and somehow talking about their relationship and the stages they had gone through so far in their courtship moved them on to talk about whether any of them had shared a kiss, much to Dwalin's great embarrassment you would imagine.

It soon turned out that only he and Thorin had not yet shared a first kiss with a lass and he had been pretty sure that it would have remained thus had his blasted brother and cousin Dain not went on to pointedly say that, "he the mean fierce warrior Dwalin hadn't even kissed a female, yet he has gone to battle and that it is kissing someone that makes you a man not swinging any heavy and sharp object around hoping you hit something." Of course then in both Thorin and his own drunken minds they only heard the 'someone' thus thinking not very clearly that it did not matter if their first kiss was to be shared with a female or not. Next thing Dwalin knew he had his lips fused to those of his cousin's sharing each others first kiss and getting rid of the shame of not having had their until then only to replace that shame with having kissed each other in drunkenness. They had quickly washed their mouths out with more ale and continued to drink well into the morning before passing out.

The morning after when they finally had their heads clear enough to remember all they could of what had happened the night prior he and Thorin had been unable to look at each other much less speak to each other for weeks afterward much to Balin, Gloin and Dain's amusement and the rest of their kin's bemusement.

It is for this reason that Balin, Gloin and Dain often break out into spontaneous laughter when they recall the memory of their two cousin's drunkenly kissing each other for the first time and why both Thorin and Dwalin himself try to avoid getting drunk again on Thorin's birthdays in fear of accidentally kissing each other again in reenactment of the time they had shared each others first kisses.


*_ 8 _*

He had absolutely loathed lemons ever since Thorin had thought it a good prank when they were younger to fill his bath tub half way with lemon juice and put strongly scented lemon oils into his soap and shampoo.

As young Dwarrow's past the of dwarfling's but no yet of the age to be considered them to be adults Dwalin and Thorin had been is interested in causing chaos as they were in starting to woo dwarrowdam's, which is to say they tried often and most times their attempts were foil. They were stuck in the between time where they wanted to act as they did when they were younger but also did not want to disappoint their elders and make them think that they were not worthy of being called adults.

This often resulted in pranks that were confined to behind closed doors so to speak both figuratively and literally. Their prank where once they were very public and obvious grew to be subtle and private even though everybody under the sun knew that they were pranking each other if only by the weird smells and occasional odd appearances of different colored body parts and loud screams and screeches of revenge against each other that echoed through the whole mountain when one of them befell a prank set by the other.

It was one of these so called subtle and private pranks that caused Dwalin to loath lemons for as long as he should live. Thorin had decided that as revenge against Dwalin for setting fire to half his wardrobe and turning half of his hair blue the previous week he would spice Dwalin's bath water, soaps and oils with he scent of lemons and just for good measure he also sprayed nearly every thing in his room with lemon juice so their would be no doubt that he would not smell like lemons. He of course knew that Dwalin had one of the worse sense of smell's on any Dwarf in the mountain so it would be most likely that he would not smell it until it was to late and everyone had started avoiding him as if he was a pariah.

Thorin of course had been right that everyone else smelled it first but after he added even more lemon to everything Dwalin's horrible sense of smell finally got a whiff of it but by that time the scent of lemon's had already soaked into everything and no matter how much he washed himself or any of his belongings the smell stuck and it didn't wear off until three months latter by which time Dwalin had become suitably sick of the stench.

It is for this reason that Dwalin absolutely loathes lemons and also why Thorin now avoids using any whenever Dwalin is nearby for not let it be said that Dwalin does not know how to get revenge.


*_ 9 _*

Finding him hiding in the back corner of a room with a book open on one knee reading it and on the other one of his many weapons sharing them is a very common sight.

Books have fascinated him for as long as he can remember. The idea that you do not have to leave your own bed to take part on an adventure and that someone could capture a whole world in words and but them on parchment to last forever is a wonder that Dwalin never tired of thinking of. He loves reading just as much as he enjoys the high of fighting and perhaps he likes a good book more than his two axes, but who is to tell if he does?

His brother Balin had always found amusement in his always managing to carry around a book in his furs or his pack and it is still quite a hit around a night fire for Balin to tell everyone for the time a book he had stashed under his furs in a pocket over his chest had stopped a spear from killing him instead taking the blow meant to end him and then how he revenged his book which had been one of his favorites by brutally killing the orc responsible for ruining it. Needless to say the book it no more but he still carries a patched of dried grey skin that he cut from the orc in question much to his satisfaction and nearly everyone else's disgust.

Often he can not decide just what he likes more his books or his weapons and so takes to doing both at once as he can not see abandoning one for the other no matter how much he may favor one over the other.

It is for this reason that Dwalin can often be found sitting the a corner in the back of the room sharpening his weapons with his hands while reading from a book propped open on his opposite knee reading said book as his cares for his weapons.


*_ 10 _*

The only reason - besides having been dared to by his cousin Gloin one night while they were drinking - he shaved his head into that ridiculous Mohawk = which he latter made up the lie of because he thought it to terrify his enmities in battle - was because he had been going unusually bald at an age one should not be going bald at if ever.

The line of Durin had even been known for their good looks and their physical visage that represented just what a Dwarrow is to look like and Dwalin had never been an exception. However, on his mothers side both the males and females of the family had sometimes been known to go bald; sometimes unfortunately early in their lives. In this, also, Dwalin had not been an exception for at the tender young age of ninety-two only a little under two decades after coming of age and still in the beginning of his prime his hair on the top of his head began to thin and some to even fall out.

It had been embarrassing to say the least so much so that he had started to constantly wear either a hood or a helmet upon his head to hide the shame that was quickly becoming his balding head. It wasn't until one night when he and his younger cousin Gloin had decided to go out for a drink at a local tavern and got drunk enough to become beyond the most foolish of fools that he was finally faced with a way to hide his predicament and still cover it with as much grace as he could which was to say not as much as he might have wanted.

Gloin and himself in their drunkenness had stared a game of dares that at first had started off small and insignificant but quickly grew into somewhat more daring and even dangerous feats of challenge. After he had dared Gloin to climb into the eaves of the tavern and dance a jig on them which was very dangerous because of his high level of inebriation Gloin had returned the challenge for him to shave his head into a Mohawk hair style which he had seen on a boy of Men in passing once. It only took half a second for Dwalin drunk brain to agree and quickly made to use one of his knives to shear the sides of his head which had been very difficult and resulted in a not so small amount of cuts on his scalp.

Of course he had been made a laughing stock the day after but he quickly made up the farce of having done it to scare away his enemies and since Gloin had been too drunk to remember having challenged him to do it thus leaving no witnesses as to just exactly he had done it in the first place and his dear older brother had been kind and understanding enough to not say anything about his certain ailment he had gotten away with it. At least until his one hundredth birthday where upon he had gone completely bald leaving him to have tattoo's to be put on his bare head to make up for the loss of hair.

It is for this reason that Dwalin's head is bald, not because it was natural mind you - and he will argue that to his dying day - but because he wanted to, and you will not catch him saying any different.


Next Chapter : 10 Thing's You Didn't Know About...Oin

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LonelyWinterRose