The Family of the Bride is an Empty Space
My next instalment for my Dwarrow-tober seris, from promts by the amazing @mrkida-art (you should deffo check them out, their art is phenominal!)
This was for the promt: Mother
Warning for grief and mentions of dwarf deaths by Smaug
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Summary: It is Dis' wedding day. Thorin should be happy, he is happy for her but he is finding it hard to smile when there are so many people missing who should be here, when they are in a borrowed mountain that isn't there.
No matter what though, he will smile, for Dis, the last of his family.
And as always, an excerpt:
Dis stood before Vili, her One, the dwarf who had somehow, in all this darkness, managed to make her smile again. And she looked beautiful in her wedding finery. Thorin’s heart clenched at the thought. Finery, he scoffed to himself. It had taken him three years to afford that gown, scraping together every coin he could spare, working like a common labourer just to give her something worthy. And still, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough for him. His sister deserved jewels in her gown, gems at her throat, pearls in her hair. Instead, she had a gown with but one gem sewed into the neckline and strands of silver in her hair that had taken any and all “extra” coin he could scrounge up for it. It was nothing compared to what she would have worn before they lost Erebor. No matter how hard Thorin had worked for it, no matter how many insults he had ignored while working, no matter how many times he was spat on or kicked or cheated out of honest pay, it had been worth it to see her wear it. And yet, his heart hurt that it was all he had managed to provide for her.
