Saving Durin {Hobbit/Thorin}

Extended Scene 3

Extended scene 3:

It's not a sassy eyebrow, it's a pink eyebrow

~~~~~Thorin Oakenshield's Point of View~~~~~

    The day of Azrilmanan is an important one for my kin, though it falls only two days after the most important day of my life.  Indeed, my wedding was two days prior, on the twenty third of December.  Today, on the twenty-fifth, my people celebrate the founding of this Lonely Mountain home.  By translation, the holiday means "Day of Silver," in reference to the hoards of metal hiding within the crevices of this mountain.  By tradition, snow coated trees line the hallways with silver gilding hanging from the ceilings.  It is a holiday of much cheer, especially at the kingdom-wide feast happening later tonight.

    Part of me bitterly despises the fact that today exists, wishing to spend the rest of eternity in my bed with my new wife, and yet I have duties as a king.  It takes all of my self-control to roll myself out of the bed and away from Erudian who subconsciously clings to me.  I make quick work of dressing in my royal garb, cursing and grumbling under my breath the whole time.  My self-control dwindles as I lock my eyes onto her sleeping form, her creamy skin lying beneath the sheets and silk hair splayed across the pillow.  And thus, I shove myself into the bathroom to wash my face before I go to waking her up.

    The surprise that meets my eyes is nothing that I could ever have expected, but it does get my mind off Erudian.  Instead of my thick dark eyebrows, my eyebrow has transformed, almost magically into hot pink hair.  It baffles me to great extent, knowing that only Erudian could have done this, given the lock on our door.  But at the same time, I wonder when she could have carried out this plan.  After all, we've been busy these past two days.

    However, the matter can wait until later, as I have to ensure the feast is ready for tonight.  I move quickly through the room, leaving a soft kiss on Rue's forehead and prompting her to grumble something.  I chuckle silently at this before unlocking the door and leaving the room.

My booted feet lazily walk the hallways of my lost and returned home, seeing very few people, which I am grateful for.  With every corner I turn, trees peek down the hallways and songs of dwarven lore whisper in my ears.  The torches and ethereal sunlight shine on the silver adornments, stirring within my heart, an overflow of Azrilmanan spirit.  It is a beautiful and happy day.

    I pace through the throne room far too quickly, raising my hand to hide the pink hair on my face.  Clans of dwarven kin, as well as human families, gather around the throne, though I will not be sitting on it today.  I do not blame them for congregating here, as this room is of incredible beauty, with high, stone ceilings, lanky bridges and a green hue to the light.  Honestly, it looks more like an ethereal throne room than that of dwarves.

I make my way from this room and to the Grand Hall where thousands will be gathering tonight.  Servants already shuffle around in preparations, keeping their eyes from my face, and for that I am grateful.  The only person I recognize is Balin who sends me a questioning look, and to which I only shrug.  I have no idea why my eyebrow is pink, but it is humiliating to be sure.

After reassuring that the preparations will be completed by tonight's feast, I leave the room once more, following my path back towards the throne room.  I need to wake Erudian for today's breakfast with the Company, and the official end of our honeymoon.  But walking into the throne room, I find no need to do this, seeing my wife across the hall and looking towards the other creatures in the room.

"Rue!" I shout, alerting her and the others of my presence in the room.  My feet practically run towards her, both wishing to hold her to me and question her about my eyebrow.  I cannot show up to the feast tonight looking like this.