Summary: Thorin and Bazani are together at a Royal Feast
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Royal Couple
Bazani looked herself over, nodding in approval. She looked beautiful. The Queen wore a Durin blue dress, with mithril and diamonds woven on the bodice. The skirt fell to the floor, sweeping behind the dwarrowdam. She wore gold jewellery with red gemstones and a crown on top of her plaited hair. Her outfit would match her husbands, except she wore no furs. A knock on the door and Thorin entered the room.
"You look very handsome."
The king also wore a Durin blue shirt and black trousers, with boots made from Smaug's hide. He wore gold jewellery, one necklace with a dragon fang hanging from it. All members of the company had received jewellery or clothing made from Smaug's body, as a thank you form the Royal Family. His mithril crown rested on his black hair, close to the marriage bead given to him by Bazani. She knew that there was another bead hidden in his hair, matching one the Bilbo wore in his. She could feel her pulse racing. The king was handsome, she knew this. But when he made a real effort, Thorin was breath taking.
"Are you ready my Queen?"
"Yes, we may go."
Thorin took her arm and led her to the Great Hall, where the feast would be held. Bazani held her head high. Even if the marriage was a loveless one, she was still the Queen of Erebor and she would make sure that everyone knew.
She was not enjoying herself. She had been approached by all the important dwarves in Erebor and complimented on how beautiful she looked. Bazani was aware that her husband had yet to tell her that. However,he had told Bilbo multiple times throughout the night that he looked more beautiful than the Arkenstone. It was sickening. Even Lord Dain had told Bilbo he looked very nice. Coming from Dain, that was high praise indeed. When the feasting was over, room was cleared for a dancing area. As was tradition, the King and Queen would dance first. Bazani smiled as Thorin's arms wrapped around her waist, hers moving to his shoulders. Yet, her king's gaze was not upon her. She knew he looked at his Hobbit, as his sister-sons, anywhere but her face. Bazani was upset. She loved this dwarf, yet he never even gave her a second glance. How could she get rid of that Hobit? She knew it had to be done and it had to be done fast. Damnit, Bazani needed help. She looked at the crowd and saw a dwarf glaring at the hobbit. Well, well. Maybe It wouldn't be too hard to find an accomplice after all.
A/N Done. R&R please. Guys, I am blown away with how well this fic is being received. Seriously, thank you all so much. Next chapter, Bazani searches for that Dwarf and Thorin is pressured about his heir