Emmet and Jasper in: Food Shopping for Bella
Jasper: Ok Emmett, we're here, we have a goal, did you ask Bella what she needed?
Emmett: Was I... supposed to?
Jasper: Emmett, that was your one s i n g l e job, asking the human what she needed to eat
Emmett: Ok so... like meat, right? I used to eat that shit a ton as a human. They dont sell deer, thats stupid, guess we'll go with chicken.
Jasper: Em, she doesnt need 8 packs of chicken.
Emmett: Bro have you seen chickens, theyre so small, I could put an entire chicken in my mouth. Y'know what, I've seen a chicken near home. When we get home im showing you that I can put an entire chicken in my mouth-
Jasper: Emmett please god stop, I don't doubt you can fit a chicken in your mouth, people are staring.
Jasper: Ok, Edward said Bella likes salad. Do you know anything about salad.
Emmett: Do I LOOK like I have ever eaten a salad Jaz.
Jasper: Yeah fair honestly I dont even know why I asked.
Emmett: Ok, we have a bunch of leaves, we have... vegetables of some description. What else did Eddie say she liked?
Jasper: Something about mushrooms, like a pasta, he said they had it in a resteraunt in Port Angeles. Lets go to the pasta section then.
Emmett: I am not entirely positive what a pasta is but when I find out, hooooo boy.
Jasper: Ok so I'm not seeing any mushroom flavoured pasta, Em what do we do thats like... the only thing I can think of that it could be.
Emmett: *looking at a box with a triumphant look* Well, queue the hoooo boy because Jaz, I have found what we have been searching for.
Jasper: Wait, you did? What is it?
Emmett: *holding up box for Jasper to see* It says right here "mushroom shaped pasta" thats like, the same thing right?
Jasper: You are an absolute genuis.
Emmett: OK, chicken?
Emmett: Mushroom shapes?
Emmett: Thats all I can think of, humans just need water and sun then they'll get big and strong, right?
Jasper: Em, thats a plant, youre thinking of photosynthesis. Humans need food and sleep and warmth and happiness and stuff.
Emmett: Ok, I vote that I just improvise a bit and see what happens. Whats the biggest potential issue?
Jasper: Fair honestly, go wild I'll meet you at the register.
Emmett: Cullens, we have been hunting and we have RETURNED
Jasper: We did great, obviously
Alice, to Edward: Spoiler Alert; they didn't do great
Emmett: Hush Alice, let me show our bounty. Mortal, come to us.
Bella: *wearily walking over* uh.. sure
Alice, mouthing to Bella: Be nice, they did their best.
Jasper: Firstly, we have, drumroll please... chicken.
Jasper: And chicken
Jasper: And chicken
Jasper: And chicken, and some more chicken, and finally, a bit more chicken.
Bella: Ok, awesome, thanks.
Emmett: Please Bella, save your praise for when we're finished.
Bella: Y'know what, sure Emmett, please show me what else you have there, I would personally love to see it.
Emmet: Of course you would. Next up we have... salad!
Bella: Em, that just lea-
Emmett: Bella please, I know youre insanely greatful but as I said, save the praise for once we're finished. I will only accept drumrolling at appropriate intervals. Jasper, next item please.
Jasper: We have mushroom pasta
Edward: Oh, thats actually a good one. Wait, Jasper, what is this?
Jasper: Its mushroom pasta..? Duh
Edward: Did you hear me talking about the thing from Port Angeles?
Jasper: Mhm, we thought we'd suprise her with her favourite.
Edward: Jasper, it's called mushroom ravioli, and she's only ever eaten it once, and I'm like 90% sure it was sub-par at best. Also, this is just mushroom SHAPED, it doesnt have any mushroom in it what-so-ever. I don't even thi-
Alice, smacking edward over the head: Jasper its great, lets just move on to the next thing.
Emmett: Ok, speedround, you ready?
Bella: Absolutely not
Emmett: Cool, 1. Frozen corn 2. thin potatoes in a very large bag 3. An entire bag of B+ blood, no you may not ask where I found it 4. Tiny edible pillow things. 5. Finally... Tampons, idk it felt like a good idea.
Bella: Honestly thank you
Emmett: Also I need to show you something with a chicken I found, wanna see
disclaimer: this was written on 5/25/2021 then copy & pasted from my notes app on 6/7/2021. some of the author's notes will reference that this is my first fic using alternating pronouns, but i've practiced since then. i'm glad people wanted to see this purely self indulgent fluff. don't repost, obviously, but reblogging is okay :)
[tags] L/Light, fluff, clothes shopping, clothes sharing, bribery, he/they pronouns for L, because i said so, nonbinary L, cute, crossdressing, innuendos
"I will bribe you with sweets"
L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer.
"I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"
L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"
Light sighed when he saw L wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, "Don't you have anything else to wear? People are going to think you're homeless."
"I don't care if they do, but I suppose I could wear one of your hoodies if necessary," L started looking through Light's closet as they spoke, "Light has a lot of clothing"
Light picked out a navy blue hoodie from his closet. "Wear this one, I've outgrown it & it'll compliment your skin tone. Do you have any other jeans?"
L took off his shirt, uncaring that Light was looking at his prominent ribcage and tiny waist as he slipped the hoodie on. "Mhm, a black pair."
Light examined the jeans, they were fairly stylish in an emo way and a much skinnier cut than what L usually wore. "Put those on"
L stepped in his jeans, they were a much better fit than the blue ones, with a rip in each knee showing a peek of smooth pale skin. "Light is aware I'm not a doll for dressing up, yes?"
"L is aware they are horrible at choosing outfits, yes?" Light teased with a smile. "C'mon, we're going shopping."
"No." L scrambled to think of an excuse, "I have work."
Light waved his hand in the air as if pushing what L said away, "It's Sunday. Your work can wait."
Light thought of ways to sweeten the offer as L shook their head. Light thought L was very pretty, and they'd look even prettier if they put effort into their appearance. Or at least let Light put in the effort for L. "I will bribe you with sweets"
L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer. He didn't really mind shopping, but L wanted to push his limits before agreeing too quickly. L's detective training could come in handy for every day life, after all. Plus, he was a bit of a brat.
Light smirked as he thought of a promise that would guarantee his companion's acceptance of going shopping & being dressed up "I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"
L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"
Light held L's hand as they walked into a department store, "Knew you'd see it my way"
L hummed around the cherry lollipop in their mouth, discreetly scanning the building out of paranoia. Thankfully it was nearly empty with just a few workers and some customers L decided didn't look concerning.
Light was used to L's quirks by now and waited until he was done looking around before leading the way to shirts and jackets. "What size are you?" "Small? You really need to eat more than sweets."
L rolled his eyes, "One lecture at a time, Light. My eating habits are perfectly healthy and a fast metabolism is nothing to be worried over."
Light sighed, mentally shelving the conversation for another more private time. "Okay, Ryu. Size?"
"I'm not entirely sure. A small should be fine."
"What, you've never been clothes shopping before?" Light glanced at L, who had finished their lollipop and was absentmindedly biting their thumbnail, "Don't answer that."
Light handed L a soft gray v-neck sweater, "You should try this. It'll bring out your eyes."
"Okay. It's very soft. Is that all?" L carefully placed the sweater in their basket so it wouldn't become wrinkled.
Light laughed at L's question before gently squeezing his hand, "No, Ryu, that's only one thing. Let's get ten things for you to at least try on."
L paled, which Light didn't think was possible. L felt Light cup his face and stroke under his cheekbone as Light softly instructed "Hey, look at me? You'll be fine. It's just clothes, nothing you don't like, and you can take as many breaks as you want." He turned his head to kiss the inside of Light's wrist, just over the band of Light's watch.
"Thank you, Light, you're very reassuring. Ten isn't that big of a number, I just wasn't expecting it."
Light placed a gentle kiss on L's forehead. "Let's pick things out one at a time, instead of worrying about the total. Tell me if you like something, ok?"
After nearly ten minutes of looking around, L found something that looked like a very long sweatshirt in a nice pale blue color, "I like this."
Light glanced over at L and the item in their hands, unsure if L knew what it was or if they were even okay with crossdressing, "Ryu, that's a dress."
"So? I like this." L gave Light a stubborn look, crossing his arms over his chest as he replied.
"You'll look very pretty." Light kissed L's cheek.
L smiled up at Light as he placed it in their basket.
Light continued his search for stylish clothing for L. It wasn't that hard, considering L liked neutral colors with the occasional pastel. Eventually, he saw a pair of black thigh high socks and started thinking 'Oh, L would look amazing in these. Would he like them? They're pretty soft' Light called him over, "Hey, Ryu, what do you think of these?"
L glanced over Light's shoulder at the socks, "Black socks? I'll try them on, if you really want me to, but you know I don't like wearing socks."
"I know you don't like wearing normal socks, but these go up to your thigh, and I think you'll look really good" Light unashamedly checked L out, looking at their body up and down, "Really really good"
L rolled their eyes again, sometimes they forgot despite Light's intelligence and usual maturity, he was still a teenager at 19. "Calm down, Light. Maybe I won't even let you see me wear them."
Light gently squeezed L's hand before kissing it in apology, "Sorry, I got carried away. Did you find anything else you liked?"
L couldn't help but smile shyly at Light's affection and nodded "Mhm, Light will see them when I say he can. Did you get anything?"
"No, I don't like these sort of causal clothes"
"Really? I would have assumed otherwise, with your age & all the sweatshirts you own."
"Those are just for working out, Ryu. Not all of us wear jeans to exercise, you know" Light teased L.
They went to the dressing rooms for L to try on the outfits they picked. Including a few graphic tee shirts and alternative styles Light wouldn't have guessed L would like, a few new jeans, and merchandise for bands Light didn't recognize. Some things were eliminated if L didn't like the fit or the fabric, but there was just over a dozen things kept. Finally, L was trying on the last outfit.
Light forgot to breath for a few seconds when he saw his companion's outfit of an oversized sweater dress that was thankfully short enough to show off his lean legs and black thigh socks that contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. Light's mind went to the gutter as he imagined doing that thing with his tongue to L right now, without even taking off his dress. Light quickly regained control of himself as he breathed out "Wow. ...You look so beautiful. Please say you'll wear that again soon."
L gave Light a mischievous smile, enjoying the extra attention Light was giving him, all because of an admittedly comfortable dress. "Hm, I might. What sort of occasion would Light suggest it for?"
"Oh, you know, everyday wear or lounging around...maybe in bed?" Light looked at L hopefully.
L finally broke their expression to chuckle, kissing Light's cheek before going back into the dressing room, "That sounds perfect."
Ryu is just a nickname of Ryuzaki, pronounced Re you, since Light can't call L his name in public. i've never written alternating pronouns before, i tried to keep it fairly even & not switch midsentence, so the fic is easier to read. i hope i did it well. til next time :)
It’s a Mother Flocking Puffin Pt 7
Breakfast alone came in the morning with your ankle wrapped and foot propped up on a stool beside the dining table in your suite for the meal brought in by a team of servants all pleased to have seen the bond marker secured on your wrist. Clearly Thorin had been seen wearing his making certain to have tucked his shirt sleeve underneath it on his way out. An early call had kept him from stopping by to bid you good morning yet didn’t stop his adding a few flowers in a vase with a note for you,
‘Sorry to have missed a morning with you, work called. I will stop by later to check on you, possibly for a lunch we won’t be stared at by my whole clan.
Crutches were called for out of precaution and to avoid laying around bed all day you made your way down to the piano to get some more work done. Ignoring the sting of your ankle with crutches aside you finished tuning the piano ensuring that each key was functioning properly. Screwdriver in hand as Fundin and Dwalin grinned hearing the soft hums from you lingering since the melody you played in the tuning to continue.
They polished up the finished necklace and paired rings in waiting for the mithril band of the third to be cooled inside the mold they had carved for it the day prior to be mounted with stones later today they had already shaped to perfection. The top of the bench was removed and set aside, eyes narrowed on the cracked wood near to the corner clearly splitting more after a shoddy repair job, dried gum however had you cursing to yourself in Quenya luring chuckles from those listening. A prickle across your fingers however drew your attention away to the clear path of something crawling onto the back of your hand making your hair stand on end afraid of what it was.
Loud and sharp a shriek split through the forges halting all projects with Dwarves racing to the obvious source of distress. Atop a crutch stomping with your good foot you staggered between tries to crush the spider scorpion creature that had crept over your hand from the bench you knocked over seeing a dozen more speeding across the bench to find a place to hide. Dwalin reached you first looping an arm around you guiding you back to the wall stomping hard on the one that was pouncing at your shoe through the hoard of Dwarves come to inspect what was wrong who killed the rest. Grumbling to yourself in Dwalin’s arms two lifted the bench they spotted more egg sacks from the creatures used in the former repairs they tossed into the roaring fireplace sealed with the gates to keep any from escaping.
Dwalin drew your gaze excusing his grabbing you without a warning or permission, “Couldn’t let you hurt your foot any more, young miss.”
Fundin looked you over asking, “Did it sting you?”
Weakly you squeaked out, “It crawled on my hand.”
Fundin nodded as Dwalin led you to the bathroom, “I’ll fetch the vinegar salts.” Hurrying off to get back and in the sink help to coat your hand with the rough bright yellow scrub. He lathered it up scratching it all over turning to a dark brown as it removed the dust and oils from the creature that could have later led to a need to amputate a limb to spare the venom reaching your heart, careful to ensure with three applications to both hands that you were safe from danger.
“Who even uses gum and spider scorpion eggs to seal wood splinters?” The Dwarf and his sons grinned as you said, “What moron thought of that? They shouldn’t be allowed a piano if they treat it that way!” To Dwalin you said plainly, “Next time you see them punch them in the throat. They have it coming. If it’s not illegal it should be up to a pummeling.”
Past the two Dwarves who wrapped the top of the bench in cling wrapped used while moving larger objects to be fumigated properly to see if anything could be salvaged from the original bench Thorin looked around from the roaring fire and splotches on the floor following voices to the open bathroom door. Over you his eyes fell seeing the scrub Fundin was closing up again, “What happened?”
Looking up at him you said, “Your client is a moron who used gum and spider scorpion eggs to try and mend the bench themselves,” dropping his jaw.
Dwalin chuckled saying, “We’ve been ordered to throat punch them since it’s not illegal to treat instruments this way.”
Thorin smirked unable to help from doing so as you said, “Someone should let the King know about a new law to be drafted,”
Fundin rumbled carrying the jar back to the first aid cabinet, “Trust me, the King will hear of this.”
Thorin looked you over asking, “Were you bitten?”
“No,” you huffed and said, “but now I have to buy some wood. There is a decent shop in Greenwood I can pick some more up that won’t split, nice grey, with a sheen to match the marble piano.”
Thorin, “You are not driving to Greenwood,” your lips parted and he said, “I’ll go with you we can take one of our cars, after lunch of course, you look hungry.” His hand extended and you flashed him a timid grin leaning on the crutch to follow him out accepting the second crutch from another Dwarf you thanked as Thorin took your bag from a third leading the way up back to your suite. Thrilled at least that in passing Frerin along the way a subtle signing that the shelving had been installed at the empty office floor in their building, halfway to being presentable as an office for you. Even Thror had praised the idea after having snooped in on your hard work on the piano so far.
Irritated that you had to deal with the pests he ensured the meal was all in order on his way to fetch you himself for what he imagined to be a first mini date as if you had agreed to be courted already and were all his. Still he couldn’t forget the kiss on his cheek however innocent or you in his arms carrying you back after the stumble you had warned him of long before the walk had taken place. Again he’d watched those videos to see you smile and giggle to send him off to sleep soundly after having read through some press of the mystery guest of the Durins who was oh so friendly with the Crown Prince stirring up hopes of their own on what to take of his bright smiles.
“Are you certain we can’t fetch the supplies here in Erebor?”
“I’ve checked, the only shop that has the hinges I needed to replace ones on the now smoldering bench is in Greenwood.” Looking over his face you asked, “You don’t like leaving Erebor or just not like Greenwood?”
In a twitch of his eyebrow he inhaled to say, “I don’t visit often, just hoped there might have been a closer location for you.”
“You don’t have to go you know,”
“I want to, give us more time to chat about things.”
Smirking at him you replied, “Last time we chatted about things it put me in crutches.”
Playfully he replied, “There will be no holes in the shop, your ankles are safe.”
“My ankles are most definitely not safe if you keep that smile up, that smile only leads to weak ankles, fair warning.” Lowly he chuckled getting up to help you up to your feet taking hold of your crutches he helped you to situate. Following you on your way to grab your satchel and coin purse along with your phone you ignored the missed call from Warbucks’ secretary and skimmed through a few more notices from your page that were from questions submitted, possibly to question pricing or work you might be up to accepting. Those you would check to answer later passing the bag over to Thorin at his insistence, “So you don’t get tangled.”
“If I didn’t know better I might assume you enjoy me being on crutches,” you said joining him to the door.
“Not the crutches,” behind you he closed the door, “Per se, merely the doting.”
“I am quite a little person, doting flows my way quite often with your family since the day I met your family, even without crutches.”
“You are not and never will be a little person, you are one of the most limitless people I’ve met before.”
In a giggle you asked, “Trying for poetry are you?”
“Do you like poetry? I am an adept wordsmith.”
“As long as you aren’t prone to morbid prose. Doubt I could handle hearing twelve sonnets on someone mourning through the moors over the abysmal shade of my eyes,”
That had him laugh, “Your eyes are not abysmal, and never will be. And our moors have screaming goats, at best those sonnets would delve more to comedy at irritation of disturbed mourning for any wandering there for solace.”
“Careful, I might just expect some of your smithing on that topic.” Luring out his smirk your way again. Already from an earlier message the car was waiting and he helped you in tucking the crutches between you angled out of the way of the driver’s view. Discussion of the worst poems you had read carried on to distract the worried Prince knowing that the ruse might suffer today depending on how the Elves might take to his place there clearly able to ruin the outing for you. He never wished to lose your trust or to be taken as a liar or out to make a fool of you.
All the same up onto the railway exit you rode until the guard at the gate curiously came up to the back window returning your anxious tick of a grin, “Business or pleasure-,?”
Before he could add the title Thorin answered, “Shopping for supplies.”
The guard offered his hand for the passport in your hand he waved the handheld from his other hand over the first page with your information on it translating the Hobbit runes as well as the Vanyar runes marking the lands you had citizenship in clearing your entrance to the Elven kingdom. To keep up the pattern he looked at Thorin’s offered passport upon having given yours back. Stunned to silence on what to say he nodded his head and stepped back to the booth accepting the two tickets he gave to the driver who nodded then drove through the lifted gate on to the designated car path behind two more cars with Dwarves pointing to the Royal car that pulled inside the ferrying train car and parked for the half an hour bullet train ride.
Not ten minutes in a shift of legs together and fingers easing both over your belly and lips had Thorin asking, “Are you unwell?”
“Um,” glancing around you asked, “How long is the ride?”
Smirking at a guess of your fidgeting he said pointing to the folding door in the wall on the right in front of the car parked before yours, “There are toilets, if you need one.”
“Sorry, those five mugs of tea just hit me, Balin’s mom kept hovering for a closer look I think.” Smiling to himself he slid to get out helping with your crutches granting those in the car before and behind your car a glimpse of who was in the car. The jacketless Prince with sleeves rolled up now with crutches in hand had them puzzled, yet more so seeing your exit and pivoting path to the toilet he eased the door open and closed. Turning just in time to flash a quick wave to the teens in the car behind yours who were snapping pictures of him and of your back. Just a few minutes later and back again a blurry view of your face behind those shimmering curly bangs blocking most of your face on the way back. Only questions remained once back in the car again, all to be unanswered even once the stunningly fast train ride was through.
In one station and out another your eyes were fixed on the scenery of the capitol city whizzing by with muffled Khuzdul directions through the glass barrier keeping the Driver deaf to your conversations guiding you along to the shop you wanted. Bustling with vehicles and bodies towering above you notice of the car with flags on full display was taken but overly ignored by those noticing that it wasn’t their Royal Family come to browse. Once you climbed out however bodies froze first assuming an injured child until notice of the bust on the sweater clad woman settling as the Dwarf Prince clearly had hold of her bag.
With a grin you kept to the Prince’s side as he was uncertain if the Elves were staring at him or you. Conveniently the car was parked up front and unlike those heading to the electronics shop next door while your eyes fixed on the sliding doors of the wood shop. From a few feet away already the scent of several wood breeds hit your noses and he claimed a buggy for anything you might be needing smaller than huge chunks or planks of wood. Curiously he wondered just how you would go about this, amused that he would be able to see the whole process for himself. Passing rack after rack of golden and amber woods deepening to a dark cherry with a few workers along the way curiously searching for the source of the taps they were hearing discovered to be your crutches.
“Did you need assistance?” The question came in Silvan from the redheaded Elf who approached the pair of you, taking a moment to bow his head to Thorin, “Young Highness,”
Just a moment his brow twitched and it seemed you hadn’t taken notice of the title while you answered, “I need Marrow Ash, is it just past here?”
While he had paid Thorin mind his eyes had remained fixed upon you replying, “Two sections over,” searching over you his eyes lowered then rose again, “Your injury, is it serious?”
Giggling softly you replied with a grin stirring a light in his eyes reflective of the shimmer hinted across your skin, “No, I happen to be adept at finding holes in the dark. Few days rest and right as rain again.”
On his heel the Elf turned and you grinned at Thorin following behind with his lips parting at the rapid dart away of your eyes. Instantly his heart thudded while yours did the same, though for separate reasons, or rather different sides of a withheld common truth now apparently voiced by a total stranger.
Thorin rather assuredly had been of noble blood and fine lineage while you had voiced yourself a no one. Half true, banished from your adopted lineage the title remained intact. Empress to-be, set to inherit a vast wealth unmatched by any in Numenor beyond King Elros, whose son among others had been speculated to have been circulated in your youth as possible one to be bound to in betrothal, at least until the discovery of his One in a trip to Lindon. A minor setback, and while you were known to be adopted there was no shortage of nobles both in Numenor and abroad who had offered echoes of your name to their sons as possible matches. You were not entirely honest, and now he knew, now you would have to tell him, and even bound as Ones that terrified you to your core of being cast off yet again when everything had just been given the promise of a beginning.
Thorin however panicked as now he would be among the list of those who had wronged you. Another upon whom trust was gifted then shattered by. He had just found you, and damn it all were you marvelous beyond comprehension. Still halfway strangers and now he was doomed, another crack in your otherwise glorious albeit wounded heart. The music was demanding to be faced, the fat lady had sung. So painful, the weight of this, he wished he could burst into tears right here and now plopping to his knees to beg for mercy and forgiveness.
All the same before he could blink you had selected sheets and a pair of blocks of the marble like grey wood the Elf bowed his head and confirmed to have cut and waiting for you at the register up front while you continued shopping. Alone just past the wood into the sight of screws and other attachments Thorin broke the silence, lowly stating, “The boys were meant to tell you,” that had your head turning to look his way as he continued to spill his truth, “And honestly they truly should have mentioned something before you came for break. How they managed it none of us can fathom it.”
That had you pause with brows furrowing assuming this was the betrayal coming on, “Fathom-,”
“I mean how does it not come up that we’re the Durin clan that they’re King Thror’s eldest great grandchildren. That they’re Princes, that I’m next in line to rule Erebor.” Stunned to silence you just blinked up at the Dwarf spilling all that you foolishly should have seen right in front of you from the locks down to the freaking expansive Palace and talks of a cottage you would be taken to possibly approve as your future home with the now obvious Crown Prince you had been cosmically bound to. “We swore not to say anything but now I’ve been named and it was so comforting to the clan to have someone genuinely accept us and the boys without worry of title or propriety. So pure, your intentions and none of this is your fault and entirely a misunderstanding of immeasurable standard with you entirely the definition of perfection personified with the boys entirely to blame for having not made it clear to you since day one leaving us all in this mess. I never wanted you to feel you had wronged any of us or slighted any propriety, as I have stated you are perfection and have always been absolutely respectful even through the forced situation of ignorance.” It seemed forever for the deeply inhaling Dwarf about ready to explode composing himself to say his deepest ache right at that moment, “Say something.”
His fingers clenched with worry then relaxed in astonishment as you blurted out your truth, “I’m a Grand Duchess.”
Open mouthed his weight shifted forming words in a momentary furrow of his brows struggling to find his voice. Finally finding it he rasped out in a stinging whisper, “What?!”
“The Noldo who adopted me, was, well, is an Emperor. But, I was disowned, and even with that technically I keep the title. So, I, thought he was talking to me, out of habit.”
A moment you stood in silence and his eyes narrowed trying still to process this as your head turned to glance down the path you were uncertain to continue just yet with the equally as befuddled Crown Prince. “A Princess,”
Shaking his head he said, “Good as, only difference in rank is race.” His brows furrowed, “How could they disown you at that rank?! The scandal!”
“Not technically, the rank is a matter of wealth not monarchy, and I’m not blood-,”
“You’ve been in the society of Princes, correct? To some capacity?”
“Well, my name was mentioned as a possible betrothed to the Prince of Numenor, but he, met his One,”
“Even worse! You could have-,”
“I don’t want to dwell on that.” That had him deflating to your sinking gaze and tone, “Not like stirring all that up could change the past near century living under his possession.”
“You are not his possession, and he is far beneath your mercy for treating any child-,” he huffed at your uncomfortable shift on your feet and reached out to lay a hand on your shoulder with a try for a comforting yet determined gaze. “You are a Grand Duchess, and I am Crown Prince, there, titles are on the table now. I shall speak to Grandfather when this is voiced that you wish to prevent the death of the Emperor for his neglect and disloyalty to a noble of your station.”
“For a Dwarf to have caused such pain to a child to leave them unattended by naught but servants for more than a day would be grounds for the harshest of punishments, even King Oropher implied there would be harsh-,”
“You talked to King Oropher about this?” Your voice now wavering searching his eyes hoping he hadn’t done this knowing what would enfold.
“Grandfather was aiding in our research into your birth parents,”
“I know this is a painful subject, we wished to possibly find some answer to at least why you might have been put up for adoption. Those gems, are not available for the public, only those of nobility, someone lost you. I am sorry this may feel underhand however we simply couldn’t believe someone as magnificent as you could be abandoned entirely. Someone has to be missing you. Gramps let it slip how you were kept to a wing then disowned,”
“Thorin, they’ll tell King Elros,” your hands covered your mouth feeling the urge to cry urging his other hand to your free shoulder.
“I will message Gramps, right now. We don’t even know who adopted you, we would never break that seal on your file, merely Gramps was told that were a woman of wealth to have been done away with they would discover his title.”
Your hands lowered as his did to bring out his phone, “Thorin they’ll strip his fortunes, property and give them to me then cast him off the cliffs, I don’t want any of that, I never did!” Hastily Thorin typed out simply that you had mentioned your adopted father and that you did not wish for him to be punished as it would do no good.
That plea of mercy promptly was pushed back up the chain of things right to the infuriated Council call of Elf Lords. Among them Kings Gil-Gallad, Elrond and Elros who shouted in their frustrations for not being able to kill or punish the Elf Noble who had wronged the young Elleth once Thror had hung up assured they would oblige the young maiden’s wishes. Letting still waters lie was their standing point, however strolling through the doorway abruptly opened to the Council room young Prince Legolas was eyeing the tablet in his hands finding his father he was searching for to say, “Ada, did you know Prince Thorin is in Greenwood?”
That turned heads to the Prince who passed the tablet to his grandfather’s outstretched palm, “Apparently he’s buying wood with a woman on crutches.”
Oropher’s brows furrowed muttering as he zoomed in on the picture confirming that the image from the parking lot was not faked like others posted on social media before. “What would he need our wood for.”
Legolas, “More posts showed of the trip here, she’s got Elf ears, but she’s a good head smaller than him. Pictures from the train and the drive through town. Checked through some Erebor feeds and she’s been at the Durin Palace past few days, but the crutches are new.”
“Who is in the picture?” Elrond asked and Oropher swiped the photo to add to the video chat media file that upon opening dropped the jaw of both Elrond and Elros.
Thranduil, “Something wrong?”
Elros answered, “Grand Duchess Yuula Warbucks, I’d know those curls anywhere.”
Oropher, “You are certain?”
Elrond, “Nearly matched his son with her in a betrothal.”
Gil-Galad shook his head, “Figures Warbucks would be behind this. She may have asked for mercy but he will find his justice. We will be sure of it.”
Taule however upon entering the room’s shriek at the ghost in the picture blown up on the monitors had the men silenced as she confirmed what her belief was from seeing the pictures of those gems being repaired, the lost High Princess of Vanyar was found. Now all that was left was to sit down and watch those videos Thror had suggested to triple confirm before sending the link up the Vanyar family tree. Confirmation of two exhausting birds down, name of the scorned child was uncovered along with the name of said target for their wrath, with a debilitating process of reintegrating the Vanyar Princess into her line again confirming she was very much missed.
However their plan would hit a snag as there was no legal record of a Yuula Warbucks to trace to Erebor leading to Oropher’s call for the travel papers from the guard who had approved your crossing upon entrance to Greenwood. “It’s in Hobbitish.”
Thranduil said, “The translated image is the second attachment,” swiping that up for the Lords to read, “Bunny Pear,”
Taule was about in tears, “Jewels loved the name Bunny.”
Legolas said, “It can’t just be Bunny, that’s the translation, mine would read Green Leaf.” Promptly he got to searching online and his head tilted spelling out your first name the Elf Lords promptly got to butchering in as many tries to configure how it might be pronounced properly. Celeborn however came from left field with one of his half Hobbit seamstresses who clarified the name from the runes barely able to sate the argument in the sure Lords adamant their way was still right.
“Gramps has passed it on. All I said was you had mentioned it, in passing as it were.”
He wet his lips and his eyes fell onto you with his head tilting a bit at your amused smirk, “So he still thinks I have no clue any of you are royals?”
“I, yes?” You nodded and turned to keep going and he took a step hunching forward to see your face in asking, “Are you upset with me?”
You glanced at him and shook your head, “No. I mean I can’t believe the Palace didn’t give it away for me, the car with flags and of course how I could live so long in your damn country not realizing that the Durin clan couldn’t be that absurdly big to have a faceless King while you all lived in a Palace without being high up in the chain. Honestly, you must think-,”
“You are in no way at fault. You came from wealth, and the boys have been generous and somehow gave no airs that they were royals, which is what they were planning to do, try to make true friends in school. And you are the truest we could ask for.”
“You’re trying to flatter me again.”
“Would you blame me if I was?” he teased making you roll your eyes. “Even Gramps has adored our time with you and wished for you to feel comfortable and not to make you feel any embarrassment or put off for not having scraped and bowed to our true ranks. Which now knowing what I do you are ranked my equal, which would nullify the need to do so beyond Gramps and Gran of course who would not hold you to it. Especially after Dis’ labor.”
“How does that work, exactly, you said you were next up for Erebor, but your dad-,”
“Ah, yes, when I said we must have a body in each seat that is precisely what I was alluding to. See when Gramps and Gran decide to step down I will charge Erebor, my Adad will head the Blue Mountains and when our uncle retires his chair Frerin will charge Moria. We are the eldest clan and bear the most kingdoms, we must share the load. Adad will be next to inherit the Arkenstone so he will head Durin Councils among the other Dwarf Lords while Frerin and I will also be King over our territories yet a notch below Adad who would be the one to declare war or peace or banishment for any clan who slight our kin.”
“And you would still pick me?”
“Were you a pauper over a Princess I would pick you. A million lifetimes, a million ranks I would pick you.”
“Flatterer.” You muttered making him chuckle to himself.
“No more than you deserve. And don’t you dare lie and say otherwise.” Looking over the wall of cubbies holding screws you stopped in front of, “Can I help?”
“Should be easy to find. I’d give you a name but I don’t know names,” Softly he chortled watching your one legged hops side to sides filling your hands with small boxes of nails and screws to mimic the original. “Do you have those spinners I can shape the legs with? Or I think they might rent those?”
Thorin chuckled again, “We do have one, it’s dual powered, meaning a pair would have to pump the pedals for it to spin while you shape the legs. Are you familiar with the machine?”
“Dual pump, no, but I did shape my piano’s legs myself, only one swoop was wonky,” quirking up the corner of his mouth, “But I tried to go fancy, for this I can just keep it simple.”
Lowly he hummed, “If you get stumped Dwalin’s Amad does shape logs on occasion to ease into uncle Fundin’s finer mithril forge. At least to help keep an eye on sizes for reference.”
“Does that make me less of a craftsman?”
“Absolutely not. Honestly you have stated you are not a Master and even Masters request aid when they reach a job a bit out of their comfort zone. You are not budging on that 500 gold price even in requesting for help. For that job alone inside that piano it would be worth thousands for a damn near rebuild job. Not even mentioning the pest situation.”
“And the gum.”
“The gum is worth 200 more minimum. Just unsanitary and insulting to the one who built it.”
“If they weren’t dead I would write to them,” making him chuckle again at your careful one footed crouch to pull out a flip drawer to dig through the hinge selection to find the right ones you wanted before closing it to open another on its right holding the hinges you wanted. All added to the basket Thorin accepted then passed you back your crutches to go and inspect special glues and finishing coats adding another adorably focused expression in choosing between the selection offered. “How long do you think it would take for the fumigation? Or should I just add a lid to the mix?”
“Couple days it should be aired out, fumigation would be done first thing.” At his side again he looked you over asking, “Any more updates on the site?”
“I got some emails earlier about some questions someone sent in. Possibly on the pricing issues or what I offer most likely. Haven’t checked yet. Other than that I posted the distance notice the other day, possibly also why I got sent the questions they want to know where to send the instruments.”
“Well, I do have a surprise for you, we have a spare office in our building used as our headquarters you could post as the address for a safe location to do that.”
“We want to give you a safe ground to start on. There’s ample security and their instruments will be safe between jobs you take on, and if you like there’s plenty of room for an actual workshop for larger instruments.”
“How,” his eyes shifted to you, “How much would-,”
He shook his head, “No charge,”
“Thing is, to help you out it could be offered as part of our package, if they have an instrument or something requiring some attention for the ceremony or reception we could recommend you, and we could offer you a sort of retaining fee.”
“You are just determined to try and enterprise my side gig aren’t you?”
Smirking at you he hummed back, “Just want the best to help out a small business, a Hobbit one at that.”
“Small business my foot, if I hadn’t met you it’d still be an out of my bag operation. Now I have bank accounts and a car for my side gig. Be glad when I’ve finished this job, and they better not complain-,”
“Oh they won’t. They have no grounds to.”
Back up to the front you walked finding the same redheaded Elf with receipt slip for the cut wood that the blonde cashier scanned then got to scanning all your other supplies between subtle glances from you to Thorin. “Do you have a membership card?” He asked and your eyes shifted from your coin purse to his.
“No, do I need one to shop here?”
“No, you do not, however for each purchase there is a point system that builds up a store credit over time. Would you like to apply for one?”
“Sure, why not, I have a feeling I will be needing a lot of supplies in the future. Do you do online shipping?”
“Yes,” he replied as the redhead passed him the tablet he pulled up the form for you to fill in that would copy to their system, a copy of your ID from Numenor with stamps for Vanyar and Hobbitons was scanned to add the picture to your file. Thorin held one of your crutches to free up your hand to type easier curious to see the ease you could switch to Silvan runes after speaking in Hobbitish.
Once done you passed it back and the blonde added the code to the system to add a brief discount on the hardware, then said, “Your card will be mailed to you within a fortnight, and it will be available to add to online transactions by adding the account code etched onto it. Though I should warn you online our wood shipping does have a base fee that goes towards a warranty if they do arrive damaged at all to be replaced on us to no charge for you.”
“Thank you, that would certainly help.”
The redhead asked, “You work with wood often?”
“I work on instruments. Repairing a piano bench right now. Someone decided to use gum to try and piece the old one together.” Parting his lips making Thorin smirk. “And apparently they must have kept a walrus inside their piano by how the string mounts were torn off.”
The redhead said, “I don’t think I could handle that job without resorting to violence,” watching you pass over the handful of silver for the purchase he would help to bring out to your car. With a wave to the blonde once you pocketed the receipt and coin purse again with your crutch back under your arm to the car you went spreading curious grins on the faces of watching Elves who had heard what craft you had chosen for yourself.
A group of people outside again snapped away posting pictures as you climbed into the car through Thorin supervising the wood and bag being loaded into the open trunk. Right after he thanked the Elf to the Driver closing the trunk and went to climb in beside you glad to get you back again. For the drive back at least Thorin relaxed sharing all he wished to share about the house at least restricted on your titles and began to share about the cottage he preferred, leaning in to whisper playfully, “It has a secret library in it.”
“I thought I had to be kin to know those sorts of secrets.”
Smirking back at you he replied, “You are now,” lowly his voice had hummed out and around one of the hands fidgeting on your lap his folded timidly in his asking, “Back to work first thing?” Unable to speak right then you simply shrugged and he smirked delving more into the cottage that the more he shared on it sounded less like a cottage by the sheer amount of all it held within it.
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