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Leaving the Blue Mountains had been hard for Cala but she was set on helping the dwarves to reclaim Erebor and it was the only thing that kept her going. It was late and she needed to make camp but wood would be needed. With a sigh she moved through and large group of trees and froze as she saw a dwarf in front of her, hoping that perhaps he did not notice her.
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"I would suggest that the one who has been following me," Thorin called. "Show themselves immediately."
Slowly Cala slipped out from behind the rock, raising her hands. "Hello Master Thorin." The young dwarf whispered with a slight smile.
hello mister king | cala & thorin
Thorin felt a bit bad for the booming laughter that escaped him as Cala toppled over, and he hoped that she knew that it was a fond laughter rather than a mocking one — though Thorin had no desire for children of his own, he found them delightful, and there was something especially so about watching young ones take their first steps towards becoming warriors, for all that the thought of Cala, or his nephews for that matter, going off to war was something of a scary thought.
” It was harder, trust me — the rumors are false, swordplay did not come naturally to me at all. ”
It was true — it had come easiest to Dis, actually, and Thorin was better than Frerin only because he practiced harder and more diligently than he ever did, as Frerin had always been more of an academic (strange, for a dwarf) than a warrior for all that Frerin had a true warrior’s build: short, stout, and well-muscled. Thorin might be one of the finest warriors the Dwarven race had to offer these days, but it was only practice that brought him to such grandeur.
Grasping Cala’s arm he helped her to her feet, then gripped her shoulder and squeezed, just barely enough to leave a faint bruise, as was only respectable among dwarves.
” Don’t give up hope — you lifted it, didn’t you? Pick up the blade and try again — the key is to never give up. “
"I shall try again."
She did her best to focus all of her concentration on the sword in front of her, trying to ignore the noise of people a few rooms over and in the halls. Cala bent down and wrapped her hands around the hilt and lifted it up. Quickly she took the proper stance that Thorin had taught her only moments earlier.
This time she was able to hold it upright for much longer thanks to concentrating but it began to grow heavy and she slowly lowered it. "I did it!" The dwarf was proud of herself even though she was only able to hold it for a short time. She was sure that her strength would grow and holding the sword would be easier.
"What's next? Do I get to learn special moves? Maybe how to use a shield? Ooh! Maybe a bow!"
hello mister king | cala & thorin
Thorin chuckled under his breath at Cala’s struggle despite his best efforts, but it was a fond sound, no mocking to it in the slightest. She reminds him a bit of Kili, and the thought only made his smile grow.
” Nonsense. Do not mistake your lack of skill for lack of ability. No great armor was forged in a single night, Cala. ”
Coming in beside her, he gently guided Cala’s other hand towards the hilt, covering her smaller hands with his own and adjusting her grip.
” Shift your feet further apart, and put more weight on your legs rather than your back — it will take time practice to build up the strength in your arms and shoulders, but you are blessed with strong thighs and a firm middle, as a female. Hold firm. “
"Right. Feet apart, weight on the legs."
The female mumbled to herself, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly in bother of her hands now just as Thorin had instructed. She took a deep breath before lifting up the sword. This time she was able to actually lift it in her hands. Cala was surprised by her ability and beamed brightly.
"I did it! I did it!"
She cheered. But her cheering lessened her concentration and soon the sword felt heavy again and fell to the ground, causing the dwarf to go unbalanced and fall as well. With a huff, she sat up.
"Was it hard for you to learn, too, Master Thorin?"
hello mister king | cala & thorin
Though Thorin favored her being intimidated over her being afraid, it still disappointed him, thinking that he caused such a reaction in the child. Still, plenty of children were like that with adults in general, and Thorin let himself think that perhaps it was of no fault of his own that Cala reacted to him this way.
Thorin smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring at Cala’s words, sympathy in his eyes. His sister, Dis, had had similar struggles as a child — though Dis had no desire to be a warrior, her strong maternal instincts branched into wanting to learn to defend her home and her loved ones in a physical sense as well as a nurturing sense, leading her to become proficient in many kinds of weaponry. Thain had not been appreciative towards Dis’s desires, but then, Dis had never been particularly interested in the opinion of others, even if the opinion was her father’s, and she was as stubborn as the next dwarf, so she got her way.
Sympathy and a bit of mischief in his eyes, Thorin glanced behind Cala to ensure that no one was watching before sitting his sword aside and sliding a different, smaller blade out of his belt, holding it out to Cala.
“I am your king,” he said, “and I see no problem, as long as you are careful, and you learn to wield one properly, and for the right reasons. It would be wisest to practice without your father’s knowledge if he means to forbid it, but at the end of the day it is your choice what you path you pursue —- if he gives you trouble, I will speak to him.” In any case, in his not-so-humble opinion, every dwarf should learn to be proficient in a weapon. Middle Earth was no place for the soft.
Cala smiled at him as he handed over the sword, carefully wrapping her hand around the hilt and taking it in her grasp. She examined the blade carefully in her hand and realized that it was too big for her. "I do not know how to wield it." The dwarf admitted with the ever present frown on her face. There was a certain sadness to her eyes as well.
"I shall never be as great as a sword wielder as you, Master Thorin." She spoke before stepping back and lifting the sword. Of course she did it all wrong and merely tried to lift it with one. As she continued to try it only got harder and harder for the young one.
With a sigh, she looked to Thorin. "See. I cannot even hold it."
hello mister king | cala & thorin
Thorin was a bit stricken by the way Cala attempted to hide — the last thing he wanted was for his people to fear him. He was not that kind of king, did not ever want to be the kind of king that would send a child cowering in his mere presence. That initial anxiety fades quickly, though, when her expression becomes more relaxed in recognizing him.
” Greetings to you as well, Cala. There’s no need to apologize — I’ve always the time for my people, even the smallest of you. ”
He bent, slightly, to look at her more properly — she is shorter than the average dwarf due to her age, and he is taller than the average dwarf due to a bad bit of luck, so it is difficult, but he managed to meet her eyes.
” Playing with a sword, eh? A little warrior, are you? “
Cala smiled a bit at Thorin, offering him a slight smile. "It's okay if you're busy, Master Thorin. King Thorin." The young one was clearly nervous as she stood there in front of the elder, the fact that she was moving her feet constantly and gazing around in order to avoid eye contact. It wasn't that she was scared of him but he was intimidating and definitely intimidated her.
"Yes but father doesn't like it. He would rather I remain at home here in the mountains but I don't want to. I want to fight and be strong- like you!" She cheered, pointing at him with a smile at him. "He would never let me, though. He wouldn't even let hold his sword."
hello mister king | cala & thorin
Thorin very nearly felt that he was being stared at, and he sighed, assuming that it must be Dis, or Dwalin, or someone else here to drag him out of his relaxing sword practice to attend to his duties. Of course, this should not have annoyed him - it was an honorable task, to lead the dwarfs of the Blue Mountain, as few as they were - but even Thorin grew weary after a long few weeks of everything going wrong.
His expression softened when he saw who was watching him, however — a child, surely no more than twenty or so years old, her beard not even grown in yet and her hair still soft and fine. Standing a little straighter, he lowered his sword into a passive position and stepped out of the shadows, peering down at the girl. It took him a moment, but he did recognize her, just as he would recognize any of the Blue Mountain dwarfs.
” Cala, daughter of Harond. What brings you here? Does your father know how far you’ve strayed? “
Cala shrunk back slightly when Thorin turned, attempting to hide herself in the shadows but he had spotted her before she had a chance. Quickly she stepped forward and offered a bow though she quickly corrected it with a curtsy. "Hello Master Thorin." The young one spoke quickly before smiling a little at the elder dwarf.
"Oh, he does! Sort of. He told me to go play with the others my age because I was playing with his sword." She stepped further into the room rather nervously. "I didn't mean to interuppt your...sword practice thing."
hello mister king | cala & thorin
She was young for a dwarf, with her big smile and brown curls. To a human she looked no more than fourteen or thirteen but in dwarf years she had lived much longer. While she was young, that didn't stop her from dreaming of going out and fighting or trying to sneak her father's sword to swing it around. That's what resulted in her being told to go play with the others but that didn't interest her either.
Cala ran through the Blue Mountains, ignore anyone who wanted to talk. She simply needed to get rid of the energy that was riling her up for some sort of adventure. The dwarf turned a corner and froze in her tracks, staring ahead. There was someone in this room though she couldn't make them out. However there was something in their hands. A sword. She stared with awe from the entrance, a bit grin on her face.
"…What? There are people resting at this hour?! But the night is young dear friend!”
"And I have nothing to do tonight, therefore I would like to rest but someone is being too loud."
"Oi! What does it take to get a little energy around here?~"
"Shush, Kili! Some of us are trying to rest."
— What’s that supposed to mean? Just ‘cause I’m more cheery than other dwarves…
And far more reckless and bold.
"Such bold assumptions m’lady! No matter…I believe you will be surprised in my ability of consumption of ale."
Bringing a wooden mug towards his lips, Kili quickly flicked his head backwards in one swift motion, his throat bobbing with each loud gulp as he swallowed the ale with ease.
With a smirk she lifted her own, beginning to slowly drink her own ale downward. As she managed a steady flow she reached over and tipped back Kili's mug a bit much so more would come out than he intended.
—“Why woul’ ye do tha’ t’me, Cala..!?” cried out the dwarf, turning to face the other with a light huff, raising a hand to rub his stubbled cheek. However at the question that fell between them, he lifted his head, determination shining. “Aye, I truly am. Unlce allowed me. I passed all me tests. Mother finally has given her acceptance… Fíli is goin’ too.. M’not goin’ t’let him go alone…”
Cala gave a slow nod, eyes on the ground for a moment before looking up at Kili. "Promise you'll be safe and that you'll come back." She stepped forward until she stood in front of him. "And try not to do anything too stupid and rash. Basically, don't be your reckless self." The lady dwarf gave a smile to her friend, attempting to hide the fear she had for him.
"Such bold assumptions m’lady! No matter…I believe you will be surprised in my ability of consumption of ale."
Bringing a wooden mug towards his lips, Kili quickly flicked his head backwards in one swift motion, his throat bobbing with each loud gulp as he swallowed the ale with ease.
At first Cala watched him before lifting her own mug. She took small sips at first before lifting the mug higher until there was a steady flow of ale going into her mouth.
"Is that right? Well I believe that is something to prove in my presence!"
"Then shall we begin? I shall be sure to beat you quickly so you may get to bed on time."
"Of course m’lady! That is if you can hold your mead properly."
"I most certainly can! I'll have you know I beat out all my cousins in a drinking competition. Each one had passed out as I remained awake and the victor."
"Come lads! An empty chair and a half-filled mug of ale awaits!"
"Is that chair open for a lass?"
