Clearly don't own the Hobbit.

Alright, this one is my next multi chapter containing Dis and Thorin mostly with a few appearances of little Fili and Kili. As a word of warning I am not apt at writing children so I will try my best. I will also not be able to update for two to three weeks because I am going overseas and not taking my laptop with me (sorry). On another note al my chapters will be around this length (between 1000 and 2000 words) just because I want to see if I can keep all the chapters relatively the same length.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: A little nightmare

Dis looked up as the door slammed closed and tutted. He would wake the children, not that it would really be a big deal; they both loved their uncle dearly and had been sorely disappointed when they had been sent to bed before he had returned. She smiled almost wickedly. If they had woken because of his loud entrance, she would just get their uncle to put them back to sleep; admittedly not an easy task once they were awake and bouncing around with an endless amount of energy running through their blood. Somehow Dis could not recall ever having been like that herself as a child, and, as precious as her sons were, sometimes she just wanted to spend a little time away from them on her own.

Placing her broom against the wall, she moved to greet her brother. Dis' smile was not returned however, but it held no concern. Her brother had rarely smiled since the loss of Erebor; no one really smiled except for those who were not present on that black day and could not remember the hardships they had faced after, even worse than the ones they faced now.

"I did not expect you home so soon," she said to the dwarf in front of her. It was like talking to a wall.

Thorin grunted in reply and sunk into a nearby chair. Again this was not unusual; he did work night and day to provide for his family and people, as well as having to sort out the political problems that came with the territory of being a king to a displaced people. It was no wonder he was worn down every time he came back from the forges or a meeting.

"And how did business go today?"

"It could've been better," was the mumbled response.

Dis frowned and placed her hands on her hips. "Don't do this again, Thorin," she said with a slight hint of annoyance in her voice. Thorin looked up wearily, an expression of pure exhaustion crossing over his face.

"I am sorry sister, but I am completely and utterly worn out. If you'll excuse me, I think I shall retire to bed." With that, he stood and moved towards the back of the house, disappearing into his small room. Dis looked after him with a sigh, wishing there was something she could do to bring her brother's spirits up.

Turning back to the table the dark haired dwarf had briefly sat at, she picked up the untouched bowl of stew. Seeing no point in wasting what was perfectly good food, she put it out for the few stray dogs that lurked around this part of town. The single mother of two was always glad for the cautious company they provided when she felt particularly lonely and isolated from those of her own age and gender. She was mostly stuck in the house looking after the children, something she did not regret but would change if she could. Others helped out here and there, but rarely as most had their own families to see to.

A small cry from her sons' shared room drew her back into the house and towards their door. Opening it, she peered inside, not wanting to wake one of the boys if one was indeed still sleeping. Her caution proved to serve her well as she laid eyes upon the shared bed. The elder still slept peacefully even as the younger was quietly rocking himself back and forth in the tight ball he had curled into.

Moving closer into the proximity of her youngest, she quietly closed the door behind her. "What is it, my darling?" she asked, noting the mostly silent tears and gasps that were coming from the brunette child's shaking form. Kili looked up at her with big, round, watery eyes.

"Momma," he whimpered, holding out his arms out towards the one adult he trusted above all others, with the possible exception of his uncle. Dis did not hesitate to scoop up the child in her own sturdy arms.

"Hush," she whispered gently while rocking the dwarfling, "You'll wake your brother." The distraught youngster clung to her with tiny fists.

It was a while before Kili's soft sniffing subsided and Dis' arms ached from holding him for so long. He was not as small as he used to be, though admittedly still smaller than he should be for his age, a fact which worried her constantly.

"Now tell me what this is about," she said softly, guessing it had been some form of nightmare. Kili bit his lip and sniffed one last time before answering.

"I dreamt that uncle left us," he replied quietly in a teary voice, "Cause he hasn't come home yet and he always comes home, always, which means he's not coming home, which means he's gone, which means he's never coming back, which means my dream is true isn't it?" He broke off into sobs.

Dis stifled a small sigh as she tried to decipher the meaning behind the child's almost incoherent babbling. It amazed her at how one so young could ramble on and make practically no sense whatsoever. She had been right about the nightmare though, and she thankfully knew an easy way to rectify the situation.

"Your uncle's not gone, Kili, he hasn't left us," she said, trying at the same time to stem the sobbing, "He just came home late, that's all."

"B…but I…" her son gasped, clearly still terrified at what he had experienced in the nightmare and fearing that it was somehow real. Dis cut of her son, knowing from experience gained over the past few weeks that there was only one way the reassure the little dwarfling.

"He is in his room, sleeping. I will show you."

She proceeded to do just that, walking out the door to Fili and Kili's room and into the one that led to Thorin's, still trying to abate her son's tears.

"See, there's nothing to worry about," she said as she rubbed soothing circles into Kili's back. The dwarfling peered over her arm and looked for himself, tears slowly fading much to his mother's relief.

"Oh," he said softly as he watched Thorin twitch in his sleep, "And he's not going to leave us?" Dis shook her head.

"No, lovely, he will not." She watched as he yawned, crisis all but forgotten. Again she marvelled at the child's mind. "Alright, let's get you into bed." The small brunette did not protest and rubbed his eyes with tiny fists. He was all but asleep when Dis re-entered his room.

"Mother?" another tired voice asked.

"Go back to sleep Fili," she said softly as she tucked in the blonde's younger brother who was now dead to the world. The dwarfling obeyed her and snuggled back down beneath the covers, cozing up to his brother whose gave a small, contented sigh, a smile ghosting itself across his face. Fili smiled at his brothers response and yawned.

"Goodnight mother," he murmured sleepily. Dis smiled at her eldest.

"Goodnight my darling," she murmured back, kissing him lightly on the brow before doing the same to his brother and departing through the doorway. She stood a moment before closing the door, admiring the peaceful scene of her two little miracles curled up together lost in their dreams.

Dis felt a small weight lift off her shoulders as she hummed her way to her own bed, retiring for the night. She paused in midstride, glancing over to the table where a lone bowl of cold stew sat, waiting for the dwarf who owned it to come swaggering in through the doors. Not that it would happen. Not that it could happen. Where he had gone, no one could ever come back from. Never the less, she left it there just in case.

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