Revenge gone sad

It was an early afternoon when Freyntar walked into the Prancing Pony to have some meal and ale, he ordered some meat and ale and to his surprise he found another Dwarf in the inn, who ordered the same after him. He didn't expect it and after his first surprise and some anger, the two greeted each other and sat to eat and exchange news, of the Blue Mountains one and of the World the other. From that the conversation shifted to why Freyntar was there, Halldrin was curious.
-I came here in search of a man, I have business with him.
-What kind of business brother?
-Business that may have me use my axe!
-Why?
-He's a thief, he stole my father's house!
-We must tell Master Dwalin then, he will take care of it.
-I tried, he can't, that thief stole it legally.
-How?
-He deceived my father into giving it to him in his will when he died.
Halldrin slammed his fist on the table.
-To a man and not to his kin!
Freyntar did the same.
-Yes, the bastard deceived my father! And he claimed MY righteous house!
-Where is the man now?
-I don't know, I was after him long ago, reached Rivendell too but they didnt' let me in... When they did he left, they protected him!
-Yes, all those thieves work together! Elves and men!
-Now I heard he is somewhere here, so I came to find him!
-What's his name?
-Fiontann they call him.
Halldrin blinked, his gaze stuck on Freyntar, he tried to convince him otherwise, but he was already convinced that Fiontann stole the Dwarf's house indeed. He led Freyntar to the Barracks where Lieta was sleeping, heavily injured. Freyntar stood outside the doors and started shouting insults to Fiontann, when the latter didn't come out he decided to get in himself! The Barracks were smelling of fresh flowers when they entered.
-He must hav bought them for his daughter.
-Or his funeral! Freyntar replied.
Freyntar walks into the corridor drawing his axes, despite what Halldrin has just said, he walks towards Fiontann holding them in both his hands. The smell of the flowers fills his nostrils even more when he reaches the room and curiosity gets the better of him. The Dwarf uses the right axe to push the door open a little more and peers inside. Upon seeing the girl he lowers the axes and remains motionless for some moments as if struck by something.
-Yes... I would break their limbs one by one and scatter them across Arda. Who would dare. She's so beautiful.
Freyntar looks at the girl and then back at Fiontann again.
-And what's her business with that ugly bastard..
-I didnae tell ye, but I have a human daughter meself... in a strange way. She was th' lass of a comrade o' mine... a man of Dale, who died in th' Misty Mountains. I swore an oath..... an oath to look after his family. It hits me hard, seein' Lieta like this. I think of Natilda in th' same way.
Freyntar looks at the fellow Dwarrow and then at the girl and nods, choking a sigh from fear she might wake up.
Halldrin frowned as he saw Lieta. 'Aye... she's a good lass, that. And tae see her hoverin' on th' brink.....' and shook his head sadly.
-I've lost many a friend over th' years, but... she seems too young.'
The girl was sleeping, apparently disturbed, with a crown of flowers on her head. Fion was probably a little better than the last time one saw him laying, but still on his camping place, on the floor, on a bedroll next to the door to her room. Lieta wass pale and sweaty, soon she started to turn left and right, possibly by a rising fever!
-Who could do this? asked Freyntar lowly.
-I'm not sure who and how... only tha' she was stabbed in the stomach.
Freyntar noded in aknowledge of the Dwarf's words and sighed, all his anger gone. He turned to look at Fiontann for a moment and then to the girl.
Lieta started to shake in her sleep, getting more and more sweaty as she did, she sighed every now and then and brought her arms closer to her neck/face area as if afraid. The image was very disturbing, seeing a young, injured girl, sick and afraid in her sleep.
Halldrin shook his head.
-I don't know... I cannot see her like that, but he's as thief...
Halldrin looked at him, 'So what are ye goin' tae do?'
-I do not know...
Halldrin looked at Fiontann, then Lieta.
Freyntar lowered his head, obviously heartbroken and breathed deeply and with difficulty.
Freyntar said, 'This can soften even the hardest of hearts...'
-I have a radical notion, lad. A suggestion. Time. Perhaps... th' best thing ye can do is take time.
-What is that?
-Well... this may seem a wee crazy. But hang around these folk, as I have. Mingle with em, get to know em. Perhaps ye'll be able to make yer own opinion of Fiontann and his kin.... And act when ye know fer sure.
Freyntar looked at the Dwarf narrowing his eyes, then at the girl. He tried to hide his sympathy for her, he extended a hand to touch her hot forehead but pulled back. Eventually he shook his head, struggling to remain angry at Fiontann.
-Nay. I will do this. I will not kill him yet. Once she recovers, or dies... And he gets well, I will challenge him in a fair fight... Till then I will make sure she's safe from his hands...
Halldrin nodded. 'A fair fight... a duel of honour. Aye, laddie. Tha' be th' way of Durin's folk! Dwarvish Iron and Dwarvish Steel will see justice done!'
Halldrin thumps Freyntar on the back, and grined, Halldrin's grin broadened. 'But there is somethin' ye could still do. There's spare beds in th' barracks here. Ye could move in, as ye said earlier.'
Freyntar looked at the girl and sighed quietly, with a heavy heart and for once, showing some emotions, Freyntar kissed the tips of his fingers and gently touched her forehead. With his head hanging and his feet dragging he walked out of the room, he casted a glance and Fiontann and shook his head. Half in disbelief in himself and half with sadness.
Freyntar replied, 'Yes.'
-That'd rattle Fiontann's cage, and no mistake!
-Let's go lad, there is nothing here for us.
-Aye, right ye are.'
Halldrin begun to walk out
Is there any place to drink in this wretched village?
And the two headed for The Thirsty Boar...