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Dwarves were a very peculiar race, the most peculiar race in the land of middle earth, The Dwarves population were mostly males because the women were either killed in battle (when they were disguised as men) or in hiding, so Mahal gave them each an individual type of race, There were alpha’s who were the strong, brash and fearless creatures, there were the beta’s the wise and courageous sort of creatures and then there were the omega’s. The omegas only made up a small per cent of the dwarvish world but they were by far the best of the race, they were quiet, quick, shy and clever and many of times the most beautiful creatures in middle earth, but they were also blessed with the ability to bare pups, Each race could also transform themselves into wolves but could only do so when the moon was full or on the eve of Durins day, Most alphas easily found there omega mates by scenting and trapping them, each case as worse as the last, but there were a few alphas who were taught to treat omegas with the respect they deserve and not like some breeding machine, but those alphas were few and far between and as the race grew omegas were harder to find (usually because they were locked away by family members and kept at a distance from alpha society and the bigot alphas who would exploit them.) but there were always a few, who lived.
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Dwalin growled to himself as he walked up the path into the shire, He didn’t want to be here, yes he wanted to stay with his friend and king but he was getting too old for this, he should be settling down with a pint of beer and hunting in the woods not fighting in some battle to reclaim his childhood homeland. He barely even knew the dwarves who were planning to join the journey, yes he knew Thorin of course, they used to hunt together in the woods outside of Erebor, his brother Balin was coming too (obviously), and he knew the princeling pups were joining the quest, Fili and Kili, he trained the lads for goodness sake but other than that he didn’t know anyone in the company. They were all alphas and betas though, Dwalin knew that much. Thorin wasn’t that big of an idiot to let an omega travel with a pack of alphas. Thorin was an alpha and so were his nephews, Balin was a beta and Dwalin was an alpha, Dwalin was taught well and wasn’t a dick like the rest of the alphas he had met in his lifetime, he wasn’t interested in omegas who would be his doormat and lay down for him with a click of his fingers, he liked them with some bite, but those were few and far between and as time went on Dwalin had gave up ever finding a mate and just focused on his warrior lifestyle, much to his brothers discontent, Balin had always wanted him to find an omega and settle down to have pups (Since Beta’s could not have their own) but that just wasn’t Dwalin’s idea of life, he wanted to see the world but still stick by his brothers in arms, that was his main reason for going on this journey.
Dwalin looked over the small map of the shire in his hands and scanned the area around him, he was the first one to the shire because the grey wizard needed to pick up the rest of the company, that and Dwalin wanted to get first sights on their ‘Burglar’, just imagine that, a hobbit burglar? The thought itself made Dwalin laugh, He soon spotted the small mark on a large green door and slowly walked up the steps before ringing the bell and looking out the way he came (If he was here first, he was the first one to fuck with the hobbit, oh the joy!) The door was quickly pulled open and Dwalin turned dramatically to stare at the hobbit.
“Dwalin,” He growled as he took a bow before slowly adding. “At yer’ service.”
The hobbit squeaked and wrapped his gown tighter around himself.
“Bilbo Baggins, at yours.” The hobbit-Bilbo- replied.
Dwalin pushed passed the hobbit, catching the hobbits scent, he smelled like tea and a cosy lifestyle, Dwalin almost jumped back at the scent, the hobbit was not an alpha or a beta, he wasn’t even an omega, do they not have the three races? Dwalin asked as he stepped inside the small hobbit hole, and scanned the rooms, he was used to large stone rooms with fur and weapons not little wooden rooms filled with flowers. Dwalin snorted.
“Which way laddie? Is it down here?” Dwalin asked gruffly.
“I-Is what down where?” The hobbit asked timidly.
“Supper, he said there’d be food, and lots of it.” Dwalin replied with a slight eye roll, I thought hobbits were meant to be intelligent, Dwalin scoffed to himself.
“H-He said? Who said?” The hobbit asked.
Dwalin marched into the kitchen and sat down at the small wooden table in the centre of the room before he grabbed the fish from the plate and ate it whole, the hobbit was sat on the bench behind him and watched him with a scared frown, Dwalin grinned slightly and decided to rub it in even more.
“Very good this, anymore?” Dwalin asked gruffly, the hobbit made a debating hum and pulled a stack of biscuits from the windowsill and took one himself (Dwalin will pretend he didn’t see that) before passing them over.
Dwalin snatched some off the plate and shoved it into his mouth; the hobbit started nattering about not expecting company and Dwalin almost lost it, he could feel the laughter bubble in his chest, if the hobbit thought he was unexpected he should see what the night has in store. The bell rung suddenly and Bilbo looked up; Dwalin put on a scowl and looked at the small hobbit.
“That’ll be the door.” He growled and the hobbit scurried towards the door.
Dwalin smirked and got to his feet to follow the hobbit before he got distracted by a jar of cookies in the living room, he froze and turned to the jar before popping the lid open and shoving his fist inside and reaching around for one of the golden biscuits inside before he was struck with the familiar scent of a brotherly beta, the smell of ancient scrolls and ancient weapons.
“Evening brother.” The annoying brother called out, Dwalin looked up and saw his grey haired brother walking towards him with a grin, Dwalin grinned smugly at his brother and placed the jar back onto the table.
“By my beard,” Dwalin grumbled. “Yer shorter and wider than last we met.”
Balin gave a smug grin before replying.
“Wider not shorter, still sharp enough for both of us.” Balin said with a wink and Dwalin chuckled at the inside joke before placing his hands on Balin’s shoulders and smacking their heads together.
Balin chuckled and Dwalin soon followed before leading his brother towards the large pantry that he spotted when he first walked in with Bilbo following them and talking to himself. (Or to them, Dwalin didn’t know, he wasn’t listening.)
“So, still no nieces or nephews then?” Balin said with a chuckle as he rummaged through the pantry.
“Look at this cheese,” Dwalin said trying to avoid the conversation. “It’s riddled with mold.”
Dwalin threw the cheese behind him and almost hit the flustered hobbit with it.
“Dwalin.” Balin pushed.
“No. No nieces or nephews to report of.” Dwalin snapped as he filled a mug of ale and took a chug.
Balin sighed and Dwalin swore he could hear his brothers’ obvious eyes roll.
“I’m sorry.” The hobbit said behind them which caused both dwarves to turn and glare.
The hobbit coughed and puffed his chest in victory and Dwalin snorted.
“Apology accepted.” Balin said with a grin which caused the hobbits face to fall.
The bell rung again and Dwalin grinned; this night was getting ever more interesting.
Bilbo scurried to the door and Dwalin and Balin walked into the dining room and started shifting the hobbits table, Dwalin’s nose suddenly caught another familiar scent, this scent was of young years and sunshine, Dwalin sighed and looked into the hallway, the puppy princelings.
“You must be Mister Boggins!” Kili said excitedly, well they didn’t call him a puppy for nothing.
The hobbit said something quickly and tried closing the door but Kili jammed his foot into the doors path and pushed it open.
“What? Has it been cancelled?” Kili asked as his face fell into a pout.
“No one told us.” Fili said as he pushed in too.
“Cancel-No nothings been cancelled.” Bilbo said with a confused look, Kili’s pout melted and was replaced by a grin.
“That’s a relief.” The pup replied before he pushed through and started scrapping his boots on the furniture as his blond haired brother gave the hobbit his weapons to put into safe storage, Dwalin felt so proud.
He walked over to the brunet pup and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
“Come on Kili, give us a hand.” Dwalin grunted as he led the boy into the dining room.
“Mister Dwalin.” Kili replied with a grin as he looked at the older alpha with praise.
Fili soon followed and helped them shift one of the large tables next to another one, the doorbell rang again and Dwalin looked up in time to see the hobbit throw down Fili’s weapons, (Fili growled at that and picked them up himself.) Dwalin chuckled and followed the hobbit before he pulled the door open and was almost crushed by a pile of dwarves. Dwalin was instantly hit by a range of new scent, a mixture of alphas and betas an- Dwalin took in a deep breath and his eyes grew wide, No, No it couldn’t be, Dwalin took another deep inhale, An omega. What was an omega doing on a quest! Dwalin tried to breathe in again and was hit again with the scent of ink and paper but also…bravery. Bravery in an omega!? That was almost unheard of. Dwalin realized that he was standing about like a creep and not helping the pile of dwarves, so he quickly moved to the pile and began picking up dwarves, The very large ginger alpha- Bombur- smelled like food and had a scent of an omega on him so he was obviously mated and with many children by his scent, his alpha brother -Bofur- smelled like cheer and ale, their beta cousin-Bifur- smelled like metal and wood, obviously he was a toy maker, the elder beta brothers -Gloin and Oin- smelled like metal and medicine, Gloin smelled of a female omega and a beta child, but the last three Dwalin could not put his finger on.
Dwalin helped the large ginger up before helping a very small dwarf but as Dwalin got closer he realized, this was the omega, a small shy thing with gingery hair and a overly large knitted jumper, Dwalin held the small omegas arm and lifted him, The gingery hair fell over the small dwarfs big brown eyes and Dwalin was hit by a wave of his scent, he smelled wonderful, not like any of the omegas he had scented before, he smelled like a mixture of everything good and Dwalin could feel himself becoming slightly aroused by the adorable smell, Dwalin opened his mouth to say something but stopped when another brunet alpha came up to the omegas side and ripped his arm from Dwalin’s grip, Dwalin growled at the alpha but the star haired alpha growled back baring his teeth and pulling the small omega with him, The alpha did not give off a mate scent but a brotherly one and Dwalin felt slightly reassured.
Dwalin watched as the alpha pulled the small dwarf away before he ventured back into the kitchen with his brother watching him with a raised eyebrow, Dwalin growled at him and sat down in a small wooden chair at the end of the table.
The dwarves were soon singing at the top of their lungs and throwing around plates, Dwalin caught sight of Bilbo, the poor hobbit looked like he was going to faint, Dwalin laughed and picked up his fiddle as he and Bofur played along with his flute to the dwarves singing, Dwalin caught sight of the omega with with his brothers laughing and clapping along and Dwalin smiled slightly as he ran his bow over the fiddles strings.
The song soon finished and there was a harsh knock at the door and the dwarves all took in deep breaths as they took in the scent of the visitor, the air suddenly smelled like metal and salt from years of labouring over a hot stone.
“He is here.” Gandalf said and he dwarves were soon walking towards the hallway as Gandalf pulled the door open for their king, Thorin.
Thorin looked at Gandalf with a raised eyebrow and a settled scowl.
“Gandalf.” He said deeply as he stepped inside.
Dwalin looked down at his side to see the small dwarf peering out from beside him and bowing to the king, Dwalin chuckled, the dwarf must have heard the laughing because he looked up with confused eyes at Dwalin and a tilt of his head, Dwalin stopped chuckling and looked out to the king, who was now circling the hobbit like he was a piece of meat.
Dwalin could scent Thorin’s slight arousal because of the hobbit, anyone with a nose could! Well, probably not the hobbit since he was neither an omega nor beta nor alpha. But the dwarves certainly could.
“He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” Thorin said and Dwalin rolled his eyes, great pick-up line Thorin, smooth. Dwalin said to himself.
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The night turned quickly after a small meeting about the (cowardly) dwarves of the iron hills and a fainting hobbit (much to Dwalin’s amusement.) and soon everyone was settling down to Thorin’s deep voice as he sang of their past home in the lonely mountain, Dwalin stood in the corner of the room smoking his pipe and watching as the moon rose fully in the sky, the moon was almost round and he knew in a few days he would have to turn into his wolf form, he could chose not to of course but it would be painful if he didn’t because his inner wolf needed the occasional release and if it didn’t then it would get frustrated and lash out.
All the dwarves were soon settling down on the hobbits furniture and falling into sleep, Dwalin scanned the room and spotted the small omega sat on the opposite side of the room next to his brothers; Dwalin had learned his name earlier on this night, Ori. Ori had travelled here with his two brothers Nori and Dori, Dwalin had learned earlier on that Dori and Nori were both alphas, Dwalin watched the small dwarf for a short while as he settled down to sleep between his brothers, Ori caught Dwalin’s eye and smiled slightly as he flushed a slight shade of pink and waved at Dwalin softly, Dwalin grinned and waved back before he spotted Thorin stepping outside. Dwalin watched him until his sight turned back onto Ori as the small dwarf was tucked up behind his brothers who were both sat up, obviously ready to take down any alpha who dared venture near their baby omega brother, Dwalin lifted himself from his bed mat and followed Thorin out the door.
Thorin was sat on the front bench outside of the hobbits house with a pipe between his lips, looking moodily out into the distance, a sight Dwalin was more than familiar with, Dwalin cleared his throat and Thorin looked back at him before returning to his brooding.
“So, the hobbit swells yer knot does he?” Dwalin asked wiggling his eyebrows.
“Back off Dwalin.” Thorin growled, Dwalin rolled his eyes and sat next to Thorin on the bench.
“I have a question.” Dwalin said as he pulled his pipe from his pocket.
“Aye?” Thorin asked.
“How are ye’ that thick that ye’ invite an omega to come on the quest!?” Dwalin snapped.
Thorin rolled his eyes.
“He came with his brothers and we need all the help we can get.” Thorin replied with a shrug.
“An omega, Thorin!” Dwalin snapped. “An omega!”
“So?” Thorin asked with raised eyebrow.
“What if he goes into heat?” Dwalin asked.
“He’s on suppressants.”
“His wolf from? What about when we transform?” Dwalin asked.
“He’s been trained by his brothers to stay close by, he won’t go wandering off.” Thorin replied with an eye roll.
“I’m talking about the alphas when they transform.” Dwalin growled.
“Why should he worry? We respect him; we wouldn’t dare hurt him in such a way.” Thorin replied.
Dwalin grumbled, it wasn’t like he was discriminating against the omega race, he just wanted to be sure that Ori was safe and Dwalin was already attracted to him in appearance and scent, if the mind matched the body then mahal had sent Dwalin a gift, but how long would it be until they turned to wolves and Dwalin could no longer control his primitive mind.
“Unless,” Thorin said after a while. “You feel that just because he’s an omega he’s not worthy to be on the journey-”
“No, No I didn’t say that!” Dwalin growled. “Ye’ know me Thorin; I am not some omega bashing bigot. They can do anything we can.”
“Then why do you not want Ori to be here?” Thorin asked raising an eyebrow.
“I-It-I…” Dwalin stuttered before he got up from the bench and started marching back towards the hobbit hole before adding a quick. “G’dnight Thorin.”
“Night Dwalin.” Thorin called after him with a chuckled obviously realizing why Dwalin was acting this way, Dwalin growled and clenched his fist at his side as he close the large green door behind him and marched back into the dark living room, only to trip over a small leather book that was on the floor, Dwalin growled and grabbed the book with a scowl on his face before it melted as he flipped the book open and saw a picture of himself and the company during their earlier drinking song, Dwalin smiled slightly at the pictures before he heard someone clear their throat, Dwalin looked up and was met with Ori’s soft brown eyes, Dwalin almost jumped back and dropped the book.
“M-Mister Dwalin, may I have my book back please.” Ori said timidly as he ducked his head submissively to the alpha.
Dwalin nodded dumbly and handed the book back into Ori’s small mitted hands.
“T-They’re very good.” Dwalin said before getting up and walking towards his mat.
“Mister Dwalin?” Ori called quietly after him and Dwalin turned around instantly.
“Yes?” Dwalin asked eagerly.
“I heard what you said…outside…to Thorin.” Ori said softly and Dwalin felt like stabbing himself.
“Oh…Aye?” Dwalin said looking at the floor but still keeping his dominant structure.
“I know I am not truly worthy to be here,” Ori said sadly. “But do not think me weak just because of what I am.”
“I don’t think ye’ weak Ori.” Dwalin replied. “and yer more worthy of being here than anybody else, omega or no.”
Ori smiled slightly and nodded to him before he settled down on his mat.
“Goodnight Mister Dwalin.” Ori sighed.
“G’dnight Ori.” Dwalin replied before curling up on his mat and falling into a peaceful sleep, not at all feeling worried about the weeks that lay ahead of them.