Daughter of Durin

"My mother gave it to me so that I would remember my promise." Independent roleplay for Dís from the Tolkien verse. Read 'about' and 'rules'.

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The line of Durin

[eldestxnephewfili-deactivated20]

Fili just hummed satisfied before walking into the livingroom by the fire and curled up on the couch while cupping the mug of water between his hands.  “You would not do that. Torturing your own children is frowned upon,” he pointed out unnecessarily. 

“Me? I think I am very well behaved. It is Kili who is… one of a kind,” Fili said so very sweetly, “Who knows. Maybe having a puppy would have done some good? You saw how busy Kili were kept once he got his first pony. Always too tired to cause mischief. For a while anyway.”

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Following her son into the living room, Dis watched him fondly, sitting herself down at his side. His comment caused a short burst of laughter, before the woman shook her head, ruffling his hair under her hand.

"You're both one of a kind. As different as the sun and moon, but no less special."

Kili's first pony. She could remember that so well. The way he'd spend all day with his new companion, doting on them as though they were his child. Dis could remember watching from the window, a bemused expression on her face.

"Once he's old enough, he can buy as many puppies as he wants. For now, it is just the three of us."

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░░▒♞——       Sting knew many on their journey, and briefly do their eyes flicker       up &&. down the dwarrowdam, expression unchanging. Yet that       gaze softens, guard lowering as they recognize the names spok-       -en of. This is Fili &&. Kili’s mother.        ❛ You are right then.  ❜

      Their hand drops from the wall to clasp the other behind their back.       Now Sting can see it, in her posture &&. in her eyes. There is no d-       -oubt the other standing before her is of the line of Durin.                                                                      ❛ I am Sting; Bilbo’s blade.  ❜

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Sting. Bilbo. Dis recognised the names, and nodded with approval. Yes, she had heard the stories since arriving in Erebor. Each member of the Company had paid her a visit, telling their version of the adventure. Bilbo had been prominent in each one, with Sting as his companion.

"I suppose I should thank you."

"For everything you've done. I've heard many stories of your.. adventure."

[aelsell]

Tilda had been watching this dwarven woman for quite some time now, wondering how to approach her. Yes, the lady Dis surely knew a lot of wonderful stories, and the little girl loved to hear the stories of all the travellers that came to the city lately, but this one was quite the different traveller. 

Memories of the battle were still alive in the mind of Bard’s youngest daughter and she knew ho lucky they had been for surviving, for seeing another dawn. Not all of them had been quite that lucky and it hurt the little one’s heart to remember those they had lost. Tears still came to her eyes if she thought of those brave dwarves her father had brought into their home, how hard it must if be for someone so close to them? The little girl could only imagine, and though Tilda was always fast to ask questions she was big enough to know such were wrong to ask at all.

“I quite like the doorway.” She mumbled shyly before coming forward. “I hope I am not intruding, lady Dis. My sister told me to see if you need anything.”

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Her smile widened ever so slightly at the comment, the voice so young and pure. She shook her head in response, unable to think of anything that she required at that point. They had been so hospitable, so welcoming. That was enough for the Dwarf.

"I would perhaps enjoy some company though, to pass the time."

Her eyes were on the girl, her expression making it clear that she wanted her company specifically. As lovely as the rest of them were, she found the youngest to be a breath of fresh air. Innocence in a harsh world.

"Tilda, isn't it? Care to join me?"

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“Joking. I am joking,” Fili snickered when Dis swatted after him with the cloth, holding his now empty hands up in surrender. He rubbed his neck and sighed, “You know I always look after him. Remind me again, who was it he got that recklessness from? You or father?” he kept a fit distance to avoid the “lethal” cloth. 

He stood still by the shelves, suddenly all too aware of the silence that followed. Any moments of silence could lead to questions about his nightmares and he prefered for it to not get there. He picked up one of the mugs he had just set back before pouring water from a pitcher.  “He usually listens when I tell him to stay still. He is kind of like a puppy like that. Probably why I never asked for one when I was smaller,” the blond dwarfling smiled.

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The cloth swatted at him again, although Dis was laughing by now, amused by her son's jests and jokes. It couldn't be denied that Kili had inherited many of his mother's traits, much like Fili had inherited his father's. How the boy reminded his mother of Vili, every day of his life.

"You're on your last warning, Fee. Any more cheek and I'm waking your brother myself. Then you have to get him back to sleep."

An impossible job at this hour, and Dis knew it.

"A puppy? I think you and your brother keep me busy enough without an animal in here too."

"Could you imagine such chaos?"

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░░▒♞——       After the battle, it was not often that Sting left the side of their wi-       -elder. Concern was an often felt thing over the hobbit &&. they t-       -ended to stay close in case needed. Sometimes though, one nee-       -ded solitude.       Fingertips brush over stone &&. engravings, the touch cool. They       stay close to the wall, feeling their way down the halls. There is li-       -ght and Sting can see a figure approaching in the not so far off d-       -istance. A frown graces their lips. They had not expected to meet       anyone down these halls.                                                   ❛ I am sorry, you are not familiar to me.  ❜

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"You knew my brother."

It was a fact, stated into the eerie silence of a forgotten hall. Dis may not have been able to remember their exact place in Thorin's quest, yet they had been there. She was certain of it.

"I am Dis, daughter of Thrain, granddaughter of Thror."

"That makes me the sister of Thorin. A man that you journeyed with."

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       “ Bilbo? ”         The stranger was, quite without the shadow of a doubt, a dwarf.         She was certainly not to be confused with a hobbit, let alone         one of the Big Folk, and the fact that she was asking for Bilbo         didn’t surprise Pippin in the slightest. If somehow, for whatever         reason, a dwarf found their way into the Shire, they were quite         obviously looking for the old Baggins, who seemed to have         more dealings with them than he liked - even nowadays.         Pippin, however, loved unexpected dwarf visits. He found         them awfully exciting.         “ Sure I kno’ him - he’s mah ferst cousin, twice removed,         actualleh! An’ ye’ve arrived juist in time fer luncheon, sae I         assume he’ll refuse tae open th’ door. Ye’re a dwarf, aren’t         ye? ”

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A relative of Bilbo's was definitely better than nothing, and they seemed on good terms. Yes, the young Hobbit seemed almost eager to help, much to Dis' delight. How much worse it could have been if she'd found an enemy.

"He'll have to open the door for me."

That was when she offered a grin, spreading across her lips to portray her intentions. Friendliness and jest. The woman couldn't go about making any enemies in the Shire.

Yet at his question, the older couldn't help the sarcasm that seeped from her lips.

"What gave you that impression?"

[mauralxbingi]

   “Yes.” Frodo managed to say when he found his voice. He was use to opening his and his uncle’s door to find strange visitors, though this time around he found himself caught off-guard. They were not expecting any visitors and the lady before him was not familiar as he did not recall hearing anyone like her from Bilbo’s tales. She was a new visitor that was going to make this somewhat quiet morning all the more interesting.

   “He is not in though, who are you?”

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He wasn't in. Typical. Dis let out a long sigh, the tension in her shoulders visibly disappearing. It had all led up to this moment. The journey, the knocking, finding the right words. And the recipient wasn't even home.

"Will he be back soon?"

Was she deliberately avoiding the young Hobbit's question? Maybe. Bilbo was the one she wished to speak with. Anybody else didn't seem right to her.

[bxfur-blog]

By this stage in the evening it was a miracle the exuberant Dwarf was still standing; even now as he focused on reaching the bottom of his next tankard Bofur was swaying in his sturdy boots.

Barely had the vessel left his lips when he realised with some delay that he was being addressed. Eyes flicked from the tankard to Dis’ face, the image taking a moment to catch up with the motion of his eyes, and for a beat he just stared. Inebriated as he was, recognition didn’t immediately click but unfamiliarity had never proved a barrier: the miner responded with the same rowdy enthusiasm as he would have any other.

“Oh aye, been a wonderful one an’ no mistake, hasn’t it?!” Bofur replied over the noise, fast to dip his head in some attempt a polite nod; almost immediately he regretted it. “Name’s Bofur - at y’service!”

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"Bofur. Nice t' meet you."

Raising her glass as an introduction, Dis too felt a little lightheaded. Tipsy, although not as much as the Dwarf before her. Cloudy was the term she would use to describe the feeling in her mind, her thoughts swimming through a hazy sea.

"You can call me Dis, like most do."

That was when she sent him a bright grin, knowing that he would be good company to keep.

"Mind if I join you? It'd be good to have a bit of company."

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fatherofgreenleaf:

             "No.“

The reply was less articulate than he might have liked, but with certain animosities still present between him and the Dwarves, he knew that he couldn’t afford wasting any more time.

                 "I came to give you this.”

A smooth runestone sat in the middle of his palm. Tauriel had given it to him shortly before she left to join Legolas in the North, and he felt that Dis would need it more than he.

Not being the least bit interested in what the Elf had to offer her, Dis only glanced at his palm with mild disdain. Yet once she had caught sight of the item in his grasp, she couldn't tear her eyes away, her expression falling immensely.

A stone. A token. A promise.

Her breath hitched in her throat, lips parting as she tried to articulate a response. Why was it not with Kili? It belonged to him, forever.

"Where did you find that?"

The tone of the woman's voice had turned venomous, quiet and slow. A lioness guarding her cub, even if he was no longer around to protect.

"It isn't yours to hold."

[eldestxnephewfili-deactivated20]

“You mean the dishes are not the fun part?” he asked, a wee bit cheekily as he shook off the effects of the nightmare. He went to the kitchen area and gathered the plates in his hands before starting to put them in place, “Durin’s day is coming up. I want to help with the preperations for the celebration,” he explained, “I can take Kili with me so we both are out of your hair for most of the day,” he smiled and looked over at his mother while balancing a couple of mugs stacked ontop of the other.

“I do think uncle would not mind if we helped too,” he added, brushing his hands once he had safely returned the mugs to their shelves.

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"Less of the cheek."

She swatted the boy with the cloth in her hand, still damp from the drying process, yet not hard enough to hurt. It was all in jest, especially when she saw that he started to help without complaint. She was lucky really, to have a son like Fili.

At the mention of Durin's Day, Dis couldn't help but smile, her eyes shining with fond memories. She had always loved the parties and celebrations on that day, and the love had passed on to her sons.

"Of course you can help."

"But look after your brother. You know how reckless he can be."

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It’s been a long day for Thinya at the market. The dwarrow dam had received many visits, sold many of her jewels and most of it, received the visit of Thorin Oakenshield. The dwarf wanted to make sure that she was fine which pleased her. But now, it was time for her to relax around a chop of ale.

When she entered the tavern, the lady has been greeted by another dam. She instantly recognized Dis, Thorin’s sister. She bowed her head respectfully.

“It’s nice to see you here, my Lady.”

“Yes, I do work at the market, I’m Thinya. Daughter of Thingar and Dima.”

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Raising her tankard absently, Dis let out a short laugh, nodding briefly. How nice it must have been to see her, as she hadn't entered this tavern in weeks. It all seemed so strange to her now, and yet so much like home.

"You don't have to call me that. Dis is fine, I swear. 'My Lady' is far too fancy for my taste."

A grin was sent to her then, friendly and full of life once more, as the woman took another gulp of her ale.

"What brings you here tonight then?"

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alwaysyoumustmeddle

"Just a minute!"

The knock on the door had been unexpected to say the least, as visitors were becoming scarce. Dis wondered who would be calling at such an hour, with the sun setting in the sky, yet she did not wait to find out.

Throwing open the door, eyes widened as the comprehension hit her. A wizard standing right there in her doorway, a familiar and oh so very welcome face.

"Gandalf."

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sanaskad

"Have you seen Kili?"

The party had been going on for hours, each Dwarf becoming merrier with every drink, dancing and singing until they could do so no more. Dis had been one of them, happily laughing with her friends, yet she suddenly had a thought that yanked her from her cheer.

"I haven't seen him since the party started."

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leavenowandnevercomeback

Silence. As Dis spotted a small, humanistic creature lurking in the shadows, she couldn't help but want to investigate. Their eyes seemed to stare, their features hidden in the darkness.

She moved closer for a moment, curiosity getting the better of her.

"What? Are you scared?"

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reckless-archer

Sleep did not come easily to a woman who was about to lose her sons and brother for however many months at a time. Instead, Dis paced the length of her home, gnawing anxiously on her thumbnail, trying not to let the thoughts become too prominent.

Why had she let them do it?

Yet, upon seeing a figure in the doorway, the Dwarven woman tried to force a smile, although it did not quite reach her eyes.

"Ready for tomorrow?"

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littlelakegirl

An adventure, a journey, a quest of her own. That's what Dis had called it, even if the intentions weren't quite as noble as her brother's had been. How many months had passed since the Company returned home, all except the ones she loved most?

Her quest was to visit the places she might find closure, to meet the people who had known them in their final days. This was why she found herself in Dale, staying with a family she hardly knew.

"You can come in, if you want. You don't have to linger in the doorway."