Aspec Arda Week Day 3 - Across the A-spectrum
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Event Warnings: Romantic Relationship kind of. It's one-sided? And the final result is more qpr then romo, even though they end up married.
Relationships: Fía (OC)&Erla (OC), Fía & Gimli
Summary: In which Fía and Erla meet, become friends and build a life together, Gimli is both mental support and enabler, and everyone is happy in the end.
When the raven from Erebor came, the news spread like a wildfire. The king and his heirs were dead. But so was the dragon. At long last they could return to their home. Fía’s parents had started packing as soon as Lady Dís had announced a departure date. Geiri had come with the refugees from Erebor, Eir came from a long line of Ered Luin miners. It was love at first sight.
“Your mother is on the first caravan out, isn’t she?” Fía and Gimli sat on the roof of his parents’ house.
“Of course, she is. She missed father.”
“Do you need a hand with that?”
The dwarrowdam currently struggling to free a dwarfling from a thorny bush, blew out a breath and nodded.
“Yes, please? Our parents will be very displeased if we do not return to camp by sunset and of course, E… had to go and find the thorniest of all bushes to get caught up in.”
“Well then. Dusk isn’t far, let’s see what we can do”, Fía pulled a pair of leather gloves from her belt.
A sigh: “I should have thought of that. It would have saved me from a lot of scratches.”
The other dwarrowdam had introduced herself as Erla, and after helping her free her brother from vicious plants, friendship bloomed.
Erla and Fía spent most of the journey to their new home together. Walking together made the road far less boring.
Erla’s parents were both from the Blue Mountains and hoped to make a better life for themselves at Erebor.
“They didn’t expect a third child. And I’m too young to contribute much to our earnings. Not that there is much work for a jeweller either way.”
“I’m sure once the markets pick up, you will be drowning in commissions!”
“Fía! Fíaaaa! Wait up!”, a loud voice called out to her.
Fía turned around, trying to find the speaker.
Suddenly, someone grasped her hand.
“I haven’t seen you since we arrived! How have you been!”
“Erla”, Fía sighed. “I have been busy with rebuilding the northern quarters. Structural engineers are in high demand these days.”
“That’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you! Are you on your way there now? I missed your company.”
“No, as a matter of fact, I’m not. Would you like to join me for lunch?”
Erla laughed. “Lunch? Early dinner perhaps! The sun is setting soon!”
“Do you ever wonder about what your future spouse will look like?”, Fía asked, sprawled out on the carpet in Gimli’s room.
“I’m not sure I have one. Marriage does not seem for me”, answered her friend.
“Yeah, I don’t think it is for me either.”
Fía sighed: “I do want a family one day, though? It’s not that I am called to my craft, it’s just that…”
“We’ll make a family together then. Both of us against the world. Who needs spouses anyway?”
“And if I do find someone?”
“Then I’ll tell them to treat you right”, Gimli replied.
“I have something for you.”
Erla hesitantly dropped a small leather bag on their lunch table.
“I know it’s only been two years, but I know you are the one for me and I wanted to show it. It’s rose quartz and garnet and I would like you to wear my beads if you’re willing…”
You are proposing”, Fía interrupted.
Erla nodded. “Yes?”
“…because I’m in with love you? And it would make me the happiest dwarf in all of Erebor if you agreed to become my wife?”
Fía stared at her, shocked. Before she could reply, Erla ran.
A knock on the door.
“Erla? I’m sorry for not answering. You didn’t deserve that. I just… I never thought I would find someone. And I can’t promise I’ll ever be in love with you, but I do love you. Alright? I really do.
And if that is enough for you, it’s enough for me, too.”
Fía placed a box in front of the door.
“Listen, I’ll leave this here. It’s an apology and a gift both. If you’re willing to accept it, come find me. I’m going to be working at the ruby mines for the next few days.”
“Dalmation stone and blue aventurine? Really?”
Erla gently placed the two silver beads on the table.
“I thought it was appropriate”, Fía replied, before setting the beads Erla had given her down as well.
“I accept your suit, Fía, daughter of Eir. Put them in for me?”, Erla declared.
“As do I, Erla, daughter of Bera. Sit down, so I can do the braids?”
Erla did and Fía stepped up behind her.
She ran her fingers over Erla’s thick dark hair.
“Let’s see if I can remember the braids…”
Erla laughed, turning her head around. “I sure hope you do!”
“You better come back alive, Gimli, do you hear me?!”
Erla and Fía stand at the gates, holding hands. Their courting braids have long changed to marriage ones.
All three of them know there is a chance they won’t see each other again. The road is treacherous, yes, but not even the mountain seems safe these days.
Gimli squeezes their hands. “Don’t worry too much about me, yeah? I’ll be back sooner than you think, you’ll see.”
Then he shoulders his pack and his axes and waves one last time.
They watch him until they can’t see the travellers anymore.
They were having dinner when Gimli broke the news.
“I am going to Rohan. We will build a city in the caves by Helm’s Deep. Your skills could be of use there. Will you come?”
Fía and Erla shared a long look.
“Ready for a new adventure, beloved?”
Erla laced their fingers together, playing with Fía’s rings.
Fía squeezed her hand.
“With you by my side? Always.”
“When are we leaving?”
“Remember when you said we would build a family together one day, Gimli?”, Fía asked suddenly.
“We want you to be the father of our child.”
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