Pairing - Gloin and Denit
This all belongs to JRR Tolkien. I'm just rummaging in the cracks of his tale.
Axe Totin’ Mama
Gloin ducked, narrowly missing being felled by a frying pan. To come through the Battle of the Five Armies only to be nearly killed by his own wife. He’d never live it down.
“What did you think you were doing? Traipsing off all over the countryside, disturbing a dragon and causing the biggest battle since Moria, and all without telling me?” Denit yelled, lobbing another pan, and Gloin dived under the table.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he whimpered.
“Worry? I’ll give you, ‘worry’. My bedroom door is locked tonight. Maybe forever!”
Gloin ran when she hefted his axe.