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PromptVictoria/Thorinwww.roleplayer.me/1717559 Months had passed - roughly around 5 months, if Thorin had been correct. There was still a long time for Erebor and Dale to be rebuilt and the royal had known that it wouldn’t be in his life 2time that Middle Earth would see these two worlds in their glory. Struggles were had at first, between the dwarves of Erebor and the men of Dale, much trust and communication was needed upon both parts in order for any sort of restoration to happen. With long talks, agreements and compromises the beginning of rebuild had been set in place while Thorin and his nephews were still healing. Every single day the dwarf was thankful for his long time friend and cousin turned advisor, Balin, for the fact that the aging dwarf was able to effectively communicate his king's concerns for the future of both realms.
The elder had been at the ruler's bedside each day, often speaking of the days events to fill the other in and catch him up. There were days when the former had been in a coma - a deep sleep to help in the recovery of grievous wounds the body received while in battle, days of nothing but silence as the advisor recanted the days events. He’d had some help, though, as he was not alone in these negotiations.
Victoria.
The goddess who had been lost in her attempt of getting home, coming into contact with a company of thirteen dwarves, plus a hobbit…plus a wizard. One would think she was of the Valar above when first meeting her, though that idea would soon be dashed when it was explained that she had not been of their world - nor had she been of the Valar. This had seemed to quell some of the confusion but the curiosity had remained for some folks who had wondered about the woman in question. Overall, Victoria had been well received by both dwarves and men alike. Her charms and kindness won even the harshest of the dwarves over in her favor, it seemed - a right surprise to Balin. But it was a good surprise.
Eventually, Thorin had woken up at some point. The news of the building coming from his friend had settled his worries for the time being, knowing that help was being provided - that their peoples as a collective were working together to make all of this happen.
Now, here he was.
Sitting at the long dining table that had once sat vacant in the ruins of the mountain. It’d been cleaned up, dusted and refurbished to the now beautiful piece of furniture it now is, once again holding fresh made foods and the weight of the obnoxious group of Thorin’s company. The laughter echoing in the halls signifying that life had once again been present, that there was once more merriment to be had in this mountain once again. It was thanks to their guest - the goddess, for the work she’d helped put in while accompanying Balin in many of the meetings offering a word of advice or a kind word to calm tensions. In all reality they’d have lost a potential trading partner had Thorin handled this himself.
Even he had to admit to this.
Victoria had joined the dwarves for dinner, with the plate being one of Bombur’s finest that had been known across the lands. She was their guest - Erebor's guest, and would be treated as such with being given the opportunity to taste the finest ale the mountain had to offer, along with exquisite food. The king had arrived moments later looking proud, happy even, to see his kin once again filling the mountain's halls with joy - music and laughter filling his ears. Bright blues shifted their focus to the blonde sitting along side his youngest nephew. Something about the woman had made everything all the more better with tensions having left everyone.
With careful steps the brunette made his way to an empty chair, choosing to sit at the end of the long table bidding a nod of acknowledgement when his nephews called out his name. The clatter of steps pulled bright blues to the figures of Kili and Fili - both looking nearly as though they were out of breath.
“Uncle! Please tell us you’re joining for dinner tonight?” Fili questioned, eyes boring into the elder’s hoping that the answer would be a yes and not a ‘I’m only waiting for food to be put out so I can run and hide in my work’ type of response. Much to the young lad’s surprise, Thorin responded with a nod “Aye,” he answered, “I’m staying and having dinner with you all.” This had garnered a happy sound from the boys and then they’d turned around to head back to the others, leaving their uncle behind shaking his head. The sheer energy they had was beyond the old dwarf but it was wonderful to see once again, and not the cold, unmoving bodies he’d last seen.
“You’re healthy.”
It’d taken the brunette by surprise as bright blues shifted to see the blonde goddess next to him. The corners of his lips quirk slightly as the royal relaxed “Aye. Thanks to you.” Came the rumbled response as a small smile appeared upon his features.
The two royals had began a quiet conversation between themselves while the company had entertained themselves with music, jokes and laughter. A few times the boisterous laughter had pulled the king’s attention toward the others, having pulled Victoria’s as well briefly before the two had gone back to the conversation at hand. At first it had been minor topics; what he’d do once things had become more prosperous in the mountain, what things would be like for the boys and so on, so forth. Then the topic had turned its course, turning to relationships. That was not quite the strong topic for the royal dwarf, but it wasn’t unheard of as dwarves had relationships as well - Bombur being a case in point with fourteen children. Thorin was certain that had been an exaggeration of sorts and that the chef did not have THAT many children, but again; that was a personal choice if it were true.
“You know:One of these days someone will catch your eye and then you’ll have to watch your tongue.” The statement had, for once, thrown the king off for a moment or two with a look of absolute surprise upon his features. Minutes passed until finally the dwarf caved and began to really laugh at the statement, now that he’d had time to think on it understanding the ridiculousness of the moment. With time the older dwarf had calmed himself his gaze looking to the woman after gaining a breath or two “As much as you would love to believe that, it will never happen.” Dwarves were quite nitpicky about spouses and love, as their culture predates, Thorin himself was not considered an attractive dwarf by their standards.
