Not sure if I’ve written this before but you shall read it again if I have. It’s too adorable to keep in my head right now. :)
@devilishminx328 @theincaprincess @lilith15000 @jesevans
Dain’s visit had been the talk of the mountain and all you had heard was it’s rude to not have a gift to welcome him. A complete stranger. You didn’t have many strengths, but one you did have was to be able to carve things. Well, one thing.
Back home before you fell here you had a thriving business that kept you fed, clothes and housed tolerably well, piggy banks. Numerous styles and for a modest extra charge you could make custom piggies aside from the seasonal styles you offered for chunks of the year to keep things spiced up and draw in some fresh eyes and return visits to see which piggies were up for sale.
So much so you had a newer concept of adopting out piggies for cheaper prices people traded their old ones in for newer models. Few people had taken to that but still it made for a new fresh link for people to peruse while on your page to see what piggies were up for adoption and the summaries you had given each of them to spark humor and intrigue.
Much like you hoped your new try and stained glass doored pig shaped candle and incense holders you were trying your hand at to bring in spare funds as your roof was hinting it was readying to strike back at you for keeping you dry for so long without some sort of repayment from your selfish tiny self and the neighbors who were just as undeserving of a dry place to live according to your landlord who refused to keep up maintenance on the rowhouses they owned.
So with a log of clay instead of the modest block you had asked for a trio of models of armored boar piggie banks and the frame for a lantern were made, amply pudgy while ferocious to be intriguing if anything to the visiting King. Layer by layer the mold was laid and pinned to be filled with some of the melted brass from the allotted supply for your project and shop Thorin had promised you to see just what his one day hopefully intended could craft to make her own way inside of this vast keep and gain respect by trade and means of gaining your own income aside from what you were allowed to gain from your contract to regain the mountain.
Out of a carefully padded box the curious Iron Hills King the four objects were brought out to have him a bit confused at the painted, polished and decorated boars presented to him with astonishing gashes open in the backs of the smaller three and plugs clearly seen on the underbellies of their adorably pudgy and meant to be protected selves, not mixed for slaughter like these.
An insult loud and clear that had him ready to shout at Thorin for allowing him to be disgraced in such a way as his love and that of his people for boars was known far and wide to many races until you smiled saying, “Piggy banks, and a lantern.”
Right up his brow twitched asking, “Pardon, Lass?”
“Piggy banks. The boys said in their youth they were granted wooden till boxes for their small quantities of funds, but in my world children and adults use these for spare funds at home.” Out of your pocket you brought a gold coin and dropped it through the slot in the back and demonstrated in a lift of the largest piggy, “And you just twist this and you can empty it. Adorable and functional. Thorin said you love boar, clearly, and I figured some boar decorations might be welcome. The lantern can be used for oil and candles, you just twist knob in the saddle top, like this, and vents open and close.”
Just as if you lit a match instantly his eyes lit up and an enamored smile spread across his face as he detailed each and every one of them to the final detail and for the openest show of pleasure for the gift and blessing for your eventual welcome to the clan he embraced you so tightly you started seeing dots and gave a wobble upon release. Sure the trick was to smile after, but you did have to feign a trip to relieve yourself as the next gifts were presented to have you get a chance to sit down and get the room to stop spinning as the pain from your ribs and back throbbed duller and duller.
