The panicking of a Talkhûna
@moriathedwarf
Idunn found she was filled with a nervous energy as she headed toward Moria's home to ask her if she had really recommended her to the prince, Fili, to be the one to make the ceremonial sword for him. Idunn wasn't sure she was good enough to do it despite her promise to do her best.
Idunn hoped she hadn't been obvious about the small crush she had of him or how she admired him. The last thing she needed was for someone to try and match her with him when she wasn't worthy of that.
She was just a simple metalsmith compared to him being a prince who had helped reclaim the homeland of his mother's people. She was related to Gloin but that barely meant anything to most people. She wasn't good enough and she knew it.
Idunn made her way up to Moria's door and knocked firmly thrice before taking a step back to breath in hopes of calming herself. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her face was slightly flushed.










