[closed rp] Brave Boys
Following the now-familiar path to Thorin's hall, Beanie double-checked the basket on her hip for the three parcels inside. Sighing in relief when she saw that they were all there, she gave a friendly nod to the couple of dwarves that saw her walking down the path. She knew by now that verbal greetings were looked upon with a small bit of suspicion, as most of these dwarves kept to their own business and expected the others to do the same. She was short enough that most who saw her never looked at her for too long anyway. Smiling as she came up to the hall, she knocked on the heavy oak door, some of her nerves returning. It had only been a day since she'd seen Kili, but yesterday he'd gotten his stitches, and he had been a mess. Not that she blamed him. All things considered, the dwarfling had been incredibly brave. Which after all, was why she was here with her basket. True, she had a soft spot for the little prince, but she thought that he could use a present. She'd stayed up all night to carve him a wolf toy, to remind him of how brave he had been. She'd called him her little wolf to help calm him as the healer, Oin his name was, had stitched him up. And she'd carved a lion for Fili. The golden-haired prince had been brave too, and though he'd tried not to show it, he'd certainly been scared too. It was Fili who answered the door, and she smiled at him, giving him a little bow. "Prince Fili," she smiled, remembering that he had smiled for ten straight minutes the last time she had addressed him as such, "it's nice t' see yeh again. How're ya doin'?" she asked him, and she stepped through as he showed her inside, ever the well-mannered heir. "Studies goin' well? Before yeh know it, yeh'll be the smartest dwarf in all of Ered Luin," she smiled, not wanting him to feel neglected or passed over for his brother. "Listen," she said, kneeling down, "I know yesterday wasn' much fun, but I wanted t' let yeh know how proud of you I am. You were so brave," she said, squeezing his shoulder. "So brave that yeh deserve a present. Here," she said, offering him a parcel wrapped in brown paper. "I've got one for yer brother too, seein' as how he's got the stitches. Any idea where he an' that uncle of yours might be?" she asked, looking around the front room.
