An: A sneak peak into the next chapter that I totally haven't been slacking off on lol.
"Good Morning Mizim*." Fili sat next to you and handed you a cup of something warm. "Sleep well?" You blink. Tooth brush hanging from your lips.
Mizim? You nod. Spit out the toothpaste. It has little taste and came in a similar tin as your soap. You prayed you'd never mix the two.
"As well as to be expected." You tilted your head. Motioning with your brush as you asked. "What does that word mean? Mis-miz. Mizim?" You stuttered out. You look to him and you swore you caught a faint dust of pink on his cheeks. It was hard to tell with his beard.
"Oh. It's." He motions with his hand. "It's a Dwaven term. Khuzdul. It's a term for a friend?" His voice rose slightly at the end.
You began to ask more about it until Dori called out to the two of you. Already handing out bowls to Thorin and Dwalin.
Breakfast was a thick porridge. Sweet with blueberries. Slowly. One by one the camp came to life. Each eating quickly before checking bags and the horses.
Since you had been one of the first to wake your things were ready to go. All you need to do was saddle Barley. So you offered to do the washing up.
That is how you got to have your first conversation with Bofur. The two of you were next to a small stream. Cleaning the used dishes with water heated over a small fire.
He told you about Bomber and Bifur. That Bomber was his brother and a brilliant architect. And his cousin Bifur who used to be a miner when Erebor was still a running kingdom. After everything the old dwarf tried to settled down. Instead creating toys and carvings for children.
Speaking of Bifur. "I've noticed something." You told Bofur. "About Bifur. He uses sign to speak?" Bofur rose a brow.
"Sign?" He asks. You take note of an accent in his voice.
You nodded. "Sign language? Speaking with your hands." You made one of the few gestures you knew. As you did this Bofurs eyes lit up in realization.
"Oh! You mean ishglimek*. Its our unspoken language. We also have Khuzdul." His face fell. His voice quiet. "Although. Anyone not a dwarf cannot learn it" Oh.
"Does Bifur sign in the common tongue then? If so I'd like to learn." You set a bowl to the side. "I'd hate not being able to speak with him. I wouldn't want him to feel like I don't like him." At this Bofur grew soft. He finished the last spoon before placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.
"You would be one of the few to do so then lass. Most avoid him due to his injury. It doesn't help that he is unable to speak westron." He gave you shoulder a gentle pat them let his hand fall. "Although he can understand it. Speak with him. You'll find him to be a good Dwarf."
*Ishglimek: Dwarven sign language