For the first time in her life, Eriorn felt beautiful. She never wore a skirt before. But while she
For the first time in her life, Eriorn felt beautiful. She never wore a skirt before. But while she was travelling with the thirteen dwarves she saw all kinds of woman who were dressed in wonderful dresses and skirts. So when they stopped in a city for a break, she went straight to a market and bought a skirt that would go well with her top. At the evening when they made the campfire in the woods she waited till all of them were asleep. Eriorn grabbed the skirt and walked a bit in the forest. The skirt was light and easy to put on. She swirled around in happiness. Barefoot dancing around the forest. When she heard a small chuckle she turned around to the source. And to her surprise, it was Thorin standing between two trees starting at her. “Th-Thorin!?” She stuttered the words and hurried back to the pile of her pants and the leather top that she always wore above everything. She felt stupid and clenched the pile in front of her chest. “Why did you stop?” asked Thorin with a serious voice. “I liked your dancing!” He closed the distance between them with a few steps. Eriorn’s face was red like a tomato. She didn’t know what she should say.#sketches #sketchbook #sketch #traditionalart #traditional #eriorn_dower #noncanon #tikaani_oc_world #myart #myoc #illustration #2dillustration #2dart #artistsoninstagramhttps://www.instagram.com/p/CI89VnOFAs-/?igshid=m8omua75js2z -- source link
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