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The pair return and word of this new comer has spread through out the remnants of the town and the people are gathering outside her door. “Oh damn...” Ellen scrunches up her nose and pouts as they approach. Dwalin gets awe-inspired stares and whispers as he follows the young lady to her home. “Ellen! Who is this?” An old woman shouts from the door step. “Mother, this is a merchant from far away. He's staying for a few days.” “And you're just letting any old man waltz into your home?” She presses, frown deepening. “The inn is unsafe, mother.” She sighs, the old woman steps off the

They walk in silence, Dwalin takes in their surroundings the forest is dense and green but the further they walk the more ruined buildings he sees, finally it dawns on him, this town she is leading him to. That is his city. Some houses remain standing, fires burning in fire pits and children playing in open doorways. He sighs and she looks up. “Here we are, unless you don't want to stay here?” He looks over at the inn, the roof is barley standing and he can clearly see a tree going in the front room. “I really don't it doesn't look stable.” She nods and bites her bottom lip, curious people begin to appear, staring at

Reclaiming the Mountain did not have the outcome Dwalin had hoped for. With Thorin, Fili, and Kili buried and an untold fortune at his disposal he remained in the mountain through Dain's coronation, the tax hikes, the unrest, but finally with a heavy heart he pulled his wealth and left heading toward a once bustling city where man, elf, and dwarf lived in peace under a senate and figure head family. Ellen stood up slowly, bundles of sticks cradled in her arms. Snow was starting to fall and she could see her breath. She approaches the road and looks both ways before starting on her way home, as she walked she could hear a wagon approaching he

 Tia Dalma The journey to whomever brought Hector back was long and exhausting, there was no privacy, no time alone, no way to speak about what had happened so many nights ago and no way to repeat it. They would stand together from time to time but the rooms were too small to share. After a few weeks of travel they climbed into a small boat and began the journey up the river into the marsh lands where the sea witch resides. The boat rocks, people stare from the darkness and Ofelia pulls close to Barbossa for comfort, the boat clunks against the small dock and the pirate climbs off before helping the lady off. They enter together and the wom

 She didn't waste anymore time, she rushed around the bar to the figure a smile tugging at her lips. “Captain. I thought... You were shot... He said you were dead.” “Aye lass, I was.” She cocked her head, he shook his “A story for another time, Miss Ofelia.” “Oh? And what comes first, my dear capt-” “Hector.” She giggles and repeats his name to herself. “It suits you. Now tell me what comes-” Again the question goes unasked as his wind chapped lips capture hers in a gentle, chaste kiss. He pulls away slowly and she looks away blushing, his chuckle makes her shiver

The sad days turned into weeks, slowly the sadness began to fade. After all what did she know of her captain? Nothing, just that he captained the Black Pearl and had willingly helped her at a price. With a sigh she wiped down the counter listening to the few men foolish enough to argue and threaten violence in her establishment, with a sigh she grabbed her pistol and aimed it at a beam running across the ceiling. That was all it took to end the issue, with a sweet smile she returned the weapon to its hiding place “Thank you gentlemen.” “Sorry Miss Ofelia.” They mumble into their drinks keeping their eyes on the table.

Barbossa x OC Word Reaches The months turned to years, then two and still her captain had not returned for her, though she had long given up on his return, his curse was nothing like hers after all. With a sigh she finished wiping down the counter top and tossed the rage aside, in this horrible den of sin she was the one establishment that could be called 'clean' and she was going to keep it that way come hell or high water. With that done she straightened and stretched, looking at the front window of the tavern/front room of her establishment, there was the usual carrying on of whores and drunks mixed in with urchins pick-pocketing those t