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Dwalin was confused, which did not happen to him a lot. But lately it has been happening quite too much for his taste. As in “every day”.
As he opened the door of his house, he was met with the strange sight of a small, packed handkerchief.
He picked it up and took it back inside, deciding to open it away from possible curious eyes.
Once he was back to his kitchen table, Dwalin opened the package slowly and his eyes glinted with emotion as he saw a perfectly baked honeypie.
See, Dwalin has been getting very strange gifts lately.
Or rather, it was strange for him to get any gift at all.
He didn’t knew who was making those pies, but in the last week he had found one every morning on his doorstep.
He had been working at Balin, who he was sure had told his mysterious gift giver what his favorite pie was.
“It’s not me lad, I told you.”
Scolded the old dwarf as he swat him on the butt.
“Go bother someone who’s got time for that.”
So of course he went for Thorin in a bee-line.
“Is it you who snitched?!”
His cousin frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
Dwalin straightened, embarrassed he had asked the king just as he was talking with many advisors.
“Hum. . .Nevermind, this can definitely wait.”
He turned around and went for, well not the best option but the closest, the kids.
Kili and Fili were throwing pebbles at each other so he didn’t mind bothering them.
“Which of you snitched?!”
The brunette frowned as a pebble hit him in the brow.
“Ouch! What are you talking about I never learned to stitch.”
Fili rolled his eyes.
“But you’re a pretty good snitch, trust me. What is the matter Dwalin?”
The older dwarf blushed, embarrassed by his investigation.
“Someone’s been bringing me pies every morning, it’s my favorite, I never told anyone, so it can only be someone close.
So is it one of you who told them?”
Kili crossed his legs and held his arm on top of his knee, head in hand.
“Who is them? That’s what I’d try to find if I were you.”
Fili chuckled.
“For once he’s got brains, maybe Tauriel has a good effect on him.”
Kili took off his boot and threw it at his brother.
Though they had the behavior of toddlers, Kili wasn’t wrong.
Finding who baked the pies could help.
So that night he decided to guard the kitchens, he hid behind an enormous oven carved into the very walls of Erebor and kept watch.
When he awoke in the morning he swore, betrayed by his own sleepiness he had not caught the secret baker.
And he would have thought no one even did bake that night under his watch.
But there, on the small chair next to him was a honeypie, with a little note on top of it.
“You can keep the blanket.”
Dwalin frowned and looked about him, noticing indeed a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
As if it could give any information on its owner, he made sure to examine the blanket up close.
It was knitted in the softest wool and an intricate pattern had been woven into it.
He smiled to himself and buried his face in the blanket.
“Ye ain’t getting breakfast faster by sleeping there lad, gett’out ma kitchen.”
Scolded Bombur as he saw Dwalin to the door.
As he walked to his house, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and the pie in his hands Dwalin felt himself smile for no reason.
Crossing the bridge that separated the shops from his street he glanced at the little market beneath, and his eyes lit up.
Someone ought to buy honey regularly to bake the pies.
He took the stairs quickly and made for Bofur’s honey stand.
“Oi! Bofur! I need to know. . .”
But the other dwarf smiled warmly at him.
“Well look at that! Seems I finally found who Ori made those for.”
Dwalin’s eyes opened wide and his breath caught, Ori.
He ran to the dollmaker’s shop and trying not to step on any little ones that were constantly in Ori’s shop, he made for the counter.
Ori saw him, then looked at the blanket, then the pie.
He smiled, his cheeks like red apples and nodded for Dwalin to come closer.
The younger dwarf blushed and chuckled as he tightened the blanket around Dwalin’s shoulders.
“Did it kept you warm?”
Dwalin shook his head, unbelieving of the scene before his eyes.
Ori was a handsome young man and his little braids framed his perfect face too well.
So Dwalin could not help but brush his thumbs on the apple-like cheeks and he leaned in, pressing his lips to the younger dwarf.
He felt soft hands brush against his and slide over his arms before he was pulled into a tight embrace, Ori hiding his face in Dwalin’s beard.
“It was worth the wait.”
The older dwarf chuckled, hearing the kids in the shop whispering and giggling at them.
“We could use a more private place. . . Maybe somewhere we could enjoy your delicious pies.”
Ori nodded and kissed him again.
“But not before today’s work is over. Can you help me put the newest dolls on the shelves?”
Dwalin nodded but held the other dwarf by the waist.
"Who snitched?"
Ori chuckled.
"Thorin did.
- I knew it."
Dwalin and Ori got to eat the pie together, and watching the younger dwarf so happy and proud made his heart warm.
Ori held his hands and Dwalin couldn't help but smile at their softness. Everything about Ori was gentle and tender and kind.
"Ever since we took back the mountain, I couldn't keep my feelings to myself, i had to confess, but I was scared of your reaction."
Dwalin smiled and pressed another, honey flavoured, kiss to Ori's lips.
"No one ever tried to seduce me with pies."
Ori chuckled. "But it worked, didn't it?"
The older dwarf took him on his lap.
"It did work, very well."
Soon, Dwalin was known as well for his craft of weapons as he was for his work of porcelain dolls that Ori painted and dressed.
Dwalin even insisted to craft little honeypies out of clay for the dolls, they sold very well from Erebor to the Shire.