Balin chuckled, slowly shaking his head as Fili finished explaining all that had happened earlier that day. The elder dwarf knowing that he should have realised that something else was going on, when Kili had asked about who the bowmaker and his daughter, in Dale, could be related to. That the young prince would not be asking about such things unless there was more to it, than having a bow made. Kili well known for being quite the flirt when it came to females; but never before had a woman come between the brothers. Never before had Kili been angry at his older sibling, in such a way. It seeming obvious that this maid, was different to all the others that the dark-haired prince would smile and wink at; would do his best to charm. It seeming obvious that Kili had found his one in the lands of men, just as Brifan had, so many years before.

"So, what do I do.........?" Fili asked, as he looked at Balin. The pale haired dwarf pulling his pipe from his pocket, before a small smile, made its way onto his lips.

"Leave it with me........I will go and speak with the lass in the morning......"

"But Kili said that he was going to go back into Dale in the morning........" Fili countered. Watching as Balin got to his feet and made his way over to the fireplace; the old dwarf reaching up to the mantle and taking the box that was filled with his tobacco. Chuckling to himself again, as he packed his pipe and lit it with one if the stick that popped and crackled in the small fire.

"Not when Dwalin finds him, he won't be........." Balin finally replied, giving Fili a wink, before making his way back to his seat.

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(Y/n) wanted to believe her father, she really did. She wanted to believe that Kili would not tell his uncle and all would be well. It not that she had meant anything against dwarves when she had told him of her great grandfather; of his great grandfather. It not that she was being disrespectful, when she had spoken of being written into the sacred dwarven histories; yet despite what he had said, if in fact the prince had taken it as a slight all this, their life in Dale might be over. The bowmaker's daughter pushing away her bowl of food; her nervousness about the situation, making it impossible for her to eat. A part of her wishing that the handsome and sweet dwarf, had never come into the shoppe. Though her father was most certainly having no issues, Agnar having almost inhaled his dinner, before leaving her to speak to a few other men; (Y/n) recognising two of them: the first, Halldor was one of the most respected smiths in the city; and the second was Swain, Halldor's apprentice. The young woman rolling her eyes, as the boy winked at her.

"Handsome..........."

"What..........?" (Y/n) asked, as she looked to Hilda who had just joined her at the table.

"Swain........he's handsome........." The older woman continued. Smiling as (Y/n) just shrugged.

"He's fine I suppose, if you like arrogant fools......." (Y/n) replied. Choosing to ignore the apprentice and focus her eyes on the table in front of her.

Yes, there was not denying that Swain was a sight to see; as Hilda had noted, he was handsome, but also, he was tall, broad, graced with wavey, shoulder length blonde hair and deep blue eyes. But the problem was, he knew all that; he knew that most of the girls would talk about him and nearly swoon as he passed. (Y/n) always rolling her eyes, when he would come to the shoppe for one reason or another: just nodding respectfully, before closing the door to her workshop, and letting her father deal with him.

"So, Swain isn't the man for you.........?" Hilda continued. Her amusement obvious, as (Y/n) huffed and looked up at her, as if the old woman had grown another head.

"Certainly not. Anyone foolish enough to marry Swain, will end up a very unhappy woman. That boy has the worst wandering eye.......she will always be wondering who he might be with, whenever he goes out....." (Y/n) explained. Letting out a heavy sigh, as Hilda placed her arm around her shoulder, and pulled her close.

"Then who is the man for you........? A girl as lovely as you, could have ya pick of the men......" (Y/n) placing her head on the woman's shoulder as she thought about Hilda's question.

Hilda had become like a mother to (Y/n), since her own mother had passed; the female innkeeper, the only one that she felt as though she could speak to about such things. Who she could discuss things with, that a girl might feel uncomfortable talking to a father about. The bowmaker's daughter slowly closing her eyes and imagining the perfect man for her.

"Well, he would have to be sweet and kind; and very, very brave. Brave enough to fight the likes of orcs and wargs.......brave enough to fight if he had to for those he loved and what he believed in. He would be handsome with dark hair and a short beard and moustache, that complimented his features. And he would have the most wonderful smile and mischievous glint in his brown eyes........"

"Sound as if you already know him......." (Y/n) sitting bolt upright at the words. Shaking her head and about to deny everything, until Hilda placed a kiss to her forehead.

"Ya father made mention of a dwarf that has been coming into his shoppe, earlier. Talking about him in a way that makes me think that he closely fits your description....." Hilda holding up her hand, as (Y/n) was about to protest.

"Nothing wrong with ya heart wanting what it wants. Goodness knows, dwarves look after their womenfolk, and they would be more loyal than tha likes of Swain would be. But just be careful, some say that tha dwarves have a one, like tha elves. That they only love and marry once; so, if ya dwarf already has his one..........just don't give ya heart too easy, that's all I'm saying........." Hilda continued. (Y/n) nodding, before moving so that she could place her head back on the old woman's shoulder.