Dwalin could feel his cheeks getting hotter, as he grunted, lifting himself of the floor. He was mortified at the incident that had just happened to him. For Mahal’s sake! Dwalin cursed in his mind. He was a dwarf warrior, the best one in Erebor and here he was slipping and falling on his arse, like a fool…
He groaned as he knew it’d be a while till you seized from your laughter. He huffed once more as he looked at you, you had been clutching your stomach with your hands, barely able to breathe from laughing. Tears rolled down from your watering eyes to your blushed cheeks.
After stripping himself from his weapons, Dwalin made his way to the dining room and waited impatiently for you to join him for dinner. Finally, after a good few minutes, you sighed and filled his cup with mead. With a large grin on your face, you spoke, “You know, I had a pretty rough day today at work but thank you for lightening my mood for possibly the many years to come, my love.”
Dwalin eyed you in some sort of warning gaze, as he was the least bit amused about what had occurred to him just a few moments earlier. Though, if it brought a smile or made you happy, he was willing to let it slide.
“I’m glad I can be of service to you, amralime.”
You hummed approvingly and made your way to the kitchen to grab a loaf of bread. As you did so, you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles again as you reminisced the previous incident. You were definitely going to let Dís know about this when she would visit tomorrow.