(x) I had to continue this here because I couldn’t trim it down to fit an ask, dammit Tumblr. ( @honorwinning )
Normally, Thorin would have smirked, shown some kind of amusement at her expression, but he cannot find it in him at current moment. It was a bit of worry which plagued him, for a heart such as Merida’s deserved far better than even he could comprehend. What if this Hobbit lad was to hurt her in any possible way? After all, she held fire in her spirit, many Hobbits would shy away from that sort of brass. As comforting as he could be, Thorin kept a level press of lips, listening quietly with purpose. If he could assist, he would. Just as he promised.
❝ Does he show any signs of affection for you? ❞ Maybe this was to be something pure, something heightened and blessed, as he was with Bilbo. But he cannot help the pessimistic side of his nature. ❝ Could there be… a future with him that you can see? ❞
Affection? Well, let’s be honest – Merida wouldn’t notice affection if it came up and bit her in the arse. She was dull to this sort of thing when it was done subtly. Mostly the suitors her mother tried to marry her off to once made her frustrated with their advances. “Ah dinnae know,” she responded, “possibly? He seems tae enjoy being around me.”
The possibility of a future did make her stall a few seconds. Merida hadn’t thought that far ahead. She was stuck in the confusion of here and now. “I suppose… ah wuid’nae be in this predicament if I couldn’t?” Damn, maybe she was more into Pippin than even she had realised.
