Saving Durin {Hobbit/Thorin}

Chapter 60: The not-so-Lonely Mountain

Chapter 60:

The not-so-Lonely Mountain

There is a long list of ways to get on my bad side, and one whole section centers around how not to awake me from sleep. Many of its items derive from the antics of Fili and Kili on this journey: do not pour water over my head, kicking me in the head is a "bad" idea, hanging me upside down from a tree is a strong negative, etc. Then there are the things that I desire so early in the morning, such as, kisses from the dwarf king and cuddles. But, of course, there are also things that do not make the lists, but are just irritating. That is how I awake on the day of my wedding.

"What in Durin's name is going on?" Thorin pulls me from my unconsciousness with a shout of frustration. I can hear the emotions lacing his tone, the bed shifting under me, as I open my eyes to lay hold on this morning. But, the gaze bears onto none as I am blind to the morning sun.

"Why's the world black?" I mutter out, not fully thinking so early in the morning. I shift away from Thorin, sitting up in what I assume to be our bed. My hands peek out from under the covers, tracing my face until they hit a mysterious fabric laced across my eyes. I have been blindfolded by the devils of Erebor.

"The bride and groom cannot see each other on their wedding day," Balin remarks, knowing his voice from its pestering yesterday. Thinking more clearly with the passing seconds, I recognize that, in fact, this statement is not a dwarven tradition, but human. Who does he think he is fooling?

"That is not a dwarven tradition!" I exclaim, swinging my arms around blindly in an attempt to find the white-bearded dwarf. I can only expect that I look like a complete idiot in my antics, but Thorin must look that same, as I feel his arms moving around, only to come rest upon my back.

"Yes it is, lassie," Balin exerts with pride. "Article three, section four, line seventeen in the 'Code of Dwarven Conduct.'" I scoff at the brilliant dwarf, yet I know he could not have cited that, word for word.

"You made that up," I denounce his words with a small growl. To be blatantly honest, I doubt that a "Code of Dwarven Conduct" even exists. All their traditional and regulatory works of literature hold ridiculous titles that attempt to make the book look more important than it really is. For example, a book on silverware is called "A Knife to the Heart." I would take a knife to the heart in exchange for reading said literature.

"I could show you the section right now, but you are currently blind," Balin admits with a trace of a smirk in his tone. I know that the older dwarf is having a ball with Thorin and my torture. That thought just reminds me to get back at him with the help of the nephews.

"And whose fault is that?" Thorin shouts, probably awaking the whole kingdom. Obviously, the dwarf king is as annoyed as I am with these antics. If anything, I wish Thorin to see me now, in my grotesque state, so I look even better, in comparison, later on today.

"Definately not a great way to start your wedding day," Dis reprimands Balin before her hand touches mine, pulling me softly off the bed and away from Thorin. "Come along Rue and we'll get you ready." From my behind, Thorin growls in irritation as I stumble away in my blind state.

Arriving into the hallway adjoining my room, Dis swipes off my blindfold causing me to cringe away in the awakened light. If I did not have a migraine already, it is sure to come now with the overloading of my senses. People rush around me, giving our stance no second thought, as words are exclaimed in preparation for the wedding. Smells envelop my nose and I can feel the excitement and nerves renewed within my small toes.