#hatdwarf

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I managed to get a bit more sleep in, before Bofur and Bombur woke me up and dragged me away from my husband. The Company had dinner together just last night, where we went over the last few details about the wedding, but apparently that’s not enough preparation where a royal wedding is concerned? Bombur and the kitchens have been cooking for almost a week now, due to the sheer size of the crowd to be fed — and the Feast of Good Health itself also required celebrating! 

I’m to be squeezed into my Durin blue outfit for today, and apparently I won’t be released from it until the afternoon. Giver help me breathe. 

[quiterespectablyyours]

Bofur joined me in my evening delivery rounds. Between the two of us we delivered meals to all of the patients’ families. Bofur also gave the children toys that Bifur made. 

All of these people are still waiting on their inoculations, so they are not allowed to see their sick family members. I made sure to have Bofur take messages from them to be passed on to the infirmary.

Bofur is doing well these days, and has developed into quite a tinkerer alongside his cousin. He is hoping to introduce a new spinning machine to the textiles guild for their approval. Though we did not part as close friends as I would have liked, my return to the Mountain has made him happy. I hope he finds happiness in his work and his family for all the days to come.

[quiterespectablyyours]

The King is making the rounds at the infirmary tonight, talking with the wounded, helping the healers when he can. I am there, too, with Bofur, as some of Bofur’s compatriots were injured in the cave-in. Bofur himself was relatively unscathed, with only superficial wounds, but many of his compatriots have it much worse. The room is thick with the cries and smell of the afflicted and I find it hard to breathe.

[quiterespectablyyours]

I had just finished my lesson with Captain Tauriel outside when Bofur arrived, wide-eyed and out of breath, saying that there had been an attack on Kíli. Captain Tauriel demanded to know if they were all right, which Bofur thankfully confirmed.

I wonder if I was the real target of such an attack, and Bofur scoffed, saying that if the attack had been meant for me, then I would have been there. I pointed out that Kíli had not received any threatening notes prior, and that Balin still had not posted any guards about my person as a result. Bofur said that that was probably going to change, as the King certainly seemed distraught at the attack on his kin.

I also mentioned to Bofur that I would be leaving as soon as the snow melted, to which he grew quiet and said that he wished me luck and all speed on my journey.

[quiterespectablyyours]

Bofur delivered tea to my rooms and asked if I would be staying in here forever. I said I saw no reason to mingle with those who would only seek to stab me in the back. He pointed out that since I had denied the role of Consort, I should be back in the guardhouse. I told him I was still here in the Royal wing because of threats against my life, and that he should not question it lest I assume he was part of such a plot to kill and rob me.

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Bofur found me and asked if I was going to show up to the appointment with the King, as if I was a child who would wander off and forget such a thing. I said I would.

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Bofur found me and told me that the King wants to see me tomorrow at noon at the Royal terrace.

Well, if he insists, then I suppose I have no choice.

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I accidentally ran into Bofur, who told me everyone was worried sick looking for me. I said I’d never left, that I’d always been there. He stared at me for a long time before saying that I had been missed. I did not miss the look in his eyes. It must have been a lie.