As soon as you had finished your errand at the marketplace, you exhaustedly hurried back home as you knew perfectly well Dwalin was irritated that he’d been placed in an unwanted position of a nanny. But as you had just settled in Erebor, you couldn’t ask anyone for help as you knew no one, in the exception of the dwarf warrior, Dwalin.
As you burst through the door, quickly removing your shoes, in the living room the sight before you took you by an astonishing surprise and rendered tears to your eyes - which you were quick to dismiss. There was Dwalin reaching for another cookie from the glass jar while your child stood atop a chair as (s)he was colouring Dwalin’s tattoos upon his head.
You were surprised because your child had never grown to become so comfortable around strangers so easily and so fast. And of course, you’d never think Dwalin was the type of dwarf to concern himself of babysitting, let alone do it so well.
At the sight of your entrance, Dwalin’s eyes widen slightly while your child jumps from the chair, running towards you, beaming adorably. You wrapped the little bundle of pure joy into you but not before placing a loving kiss upon her (his) forehead and supple cheeks.
As you made your way closer to where Dwalin was sitting, you offer him your signature, beautiful smile. “I didn’t know you got along so well with children, Master Dwarf.” You teased and you could have sworn Dwalin’s cheeks instantly turned a shade of pink at your words.
Though, he was quick to recover, “Aye. You are right but the little one kept insisting upon it.” Dwalin answered as he pointed to his head, sighing. “It shouldn’t have been so much of a surprise, to be honest with you.”
Your eyebrows raise at his remark. “Why’d you say that?”
Dwalin chuckles and shakes his head lightly. “The small babe takes after the mother, who is just as stubborn and headstrong.”
You scoff, placing your hands on your hips, fixing the dwarf with a playful glare. “Speaks the dwarf of Erebor.”
The both of you laugh and Dwalin proceeds to place his big, calloused hand upon your shoulder. “I must take my leave now but if you are in need of me again, I’ll always be here to help, lass. ‘Sides, you know I’d anything for you.”
That time as he had said those words, it had been your turn to blush uncontrollably.
This imagine was kind of inspired by my mother when she took care of me and my dad was never around to help. She basically was a single parent.