Blurb about Balin and his canary daemon, Daibhi:He stood and watched as she fluttered over head, her delicate wings carrying her higher and higher, until their bond allowed her to go no further. A smile spread across his face as he watched her, his heart and soul, fly freely above him, singing her little song. There had been a time, oh so long ago, when he'd thought it a cruel twist of fate that he, a proud Dwarf, should have his daemon settle as a bird. But now he knew how kind fate had been. If Daibhi had not been a canary she never would have been able to fly high enough to see the danger coming the day Smaug took the Lonely Mountain. She wouldn't have been able to warn Thorin.
Balin's smile widened as he watched Daibhi come down from her dizzying heights, only to fly ahead of them, twittering softly as she swirled around Thorin, who watched her with a rare, amused smile. She continued this for a moment before returning to Balin, perching upon his shoulder and rubbing her tiny head against his cheek, singing softly.
Yes, fate had been kind in gifting Daibhi's final form, even if it was not always apparent why.Daibhi
is an Irish name meaning "beloved"
Blurb about Dwalin and his bobcat daemon, Mysie:Her eyes glittered in the firelight and Dwalin barely looked up when she slowly began to move, only feeling her curiosity as she attempted to slink, unnoticed, around the fire to where Ori and his daemon, Pesha, were sitting. Even without looking up he knew that's what she was doing. Moving towards the young Dwarf and daemon. Reaching out, without taking his eyes from his bowl of stew, his fingers tangled in the fur at the nape of her neck, silently pulling her back.
When she looked at him, glared really, he shook his head, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You'll only frighten them again, My."
Her tail, stumpy as it was, flicked in annoyance, her gaze easily sliding to Ori and Pesha. She looked slowly back at him and her feline eyes spoke of her displeasure at being denied something she, something they, wanted. But when he released his hold she did not try again, merely curled around his feet and tried to content herself with watching the young Dwarf and his daemon.Mysie
is a Scottish name meaning "pearl"