Dwalin Fundin was a hardened warrior who lost his home to a dragon, fought Orcs in Moria, and then went on a quest to slay a dragon and reclaim said lost home.

Through it all, and all the people he met, he still hadn't met his One. Neither had the king and only one prince had, but it still left a bitter seed inside him.

Of all the people, and different races, he hadn't met a woman who caught his eye and wanted to be with him. The hardened warrior scared more women off than he attracted, darrowdams included.

"It'll happen my friend. Don't get discouraged. You'll be a father and husband yet." An encouraging clap on the back from Thorin, a smile from Dís, and a wink from the irritating and annoying Prince Fili is what he received, but it didn't do anything to temper his mood.

"You'll find yer One, Dwalin. Just give it time." Time. How much time did the dwarf really have? He was a hardened warrior with a temper and he was no longer a young lad. Any woman who's eye he caught would either pity him or end up fawning over the young blonde prince.

"Time." Dwalin scoffed. Time had given him nothing so far.