Starter for @yourehomesickiunderstand
Months had passed into years since the dragon's take over of Erebor. Many of those months had been spent wandering - fearing that many would lose hope in ever having a place they could call home. When the dwarves of Erebor had finally found a place to rest their heads, it would be in Dunland for the final time before they embarked on the end of their journey.
Days would pass before the Erebor dwarves would up and leave Dunland to finish out their trip to the Blue Mountains. Between the two places, the caravan of dwarves had to stop at more places, allowing all to have rest and a somewhat stable place for the time being. Thorin, however, could not do so thus he'd set off on his own. With the expenses accrued during the travel, and having very little left over, the young dwarf prince had decided to put his blacksmithing skills to use.
Day after day, the more the brunette created the more customers he'd began to draw in. It was good business for him in many ways because it meant an income was being made, plus he was putting skills to use that he had not had to do for years. There were often the curious folks who would merely stop by to see the work being done, asking questions pertaining to what he would do or what was used. Every now and then a child would pop up with their parent, wide eys watching as the dwarf brought the hammer down upon the material in hand.
The soft whispered words of awe often made the former prince chuckle. The reactions of children had always brought a small smile to his hardened features, as the little ones were easily entertained. Children were very rare among the dwarves, for there had not been very many dwarf women. It was a rare treat to be able to share something that was so loved to the warrior.
By the end of the day the dwarf packed up shop for the evening, having made a hefty sum to buy provisions and what not. Splitting a bit of it for himself as it was well deserved and a drink was needed to end the day properly. Once all had been put away and closed up, the brunette had taken off towards the inn seeing as it was still bustling with patrons and probably would not stop. Quickly, the former prince stepped inside after allowing others out, his gaze taking in the scenery briefly before making his way to an empty table.
To have real food and ale.
It'd been such a long time. A long time for warmth, food and comfort all around. It hadn't taken long for a bar wench to come by and pick up his order. A thank you was given before she'd left, leaving the dwarf to his thoughts for a time until the sound of laughter had pulled his attention in the direction of a group of men. Brows furrowing Thorin had turned his attention elsewhere only for it to be pulled to the woman from before bringing his food and drink to him.
Though he had been occupied with the meal, that hadn't quite meant that he didn't hear what was being said. His ears easily picked up on a heavy accent, his head tilting as his gaze went back to the group at hand. Catching the figures of a few men and women, he had also caught site of another dwarf in the building.
A rare thing to see in these parts: two dwarves in the same place.
