My name is Dis. I was born T.A. 2760 and I am younger sister to Thorin Oakenshield and Frerin. My brother Frerin, sadly, passed away in the Battle of Azanulbizar in T.A 2799. He was a sweet man. Eccentric and a bit hyper, but sweet. I remember when I was a little girl, no older than three, he'd call me "Little Sparrow". I never knew why, but then again neither did he. Thorin and Frerin were awfully protective of me through out my childhood, even going as far as following me around constantly when I began to come of age. Thorin though, I remember, used to smile and laugh daily because of Frerin. But when our brother died, in Thorin's arms no less, he stopped. It was... Scary, to say the least, when the joy and laughter left Thorin's eyes.
...When I was a little girl, about one or two, I met my future husband, Svenderell. He died the same day as Frerin, supposedly with a smile on his face. His locket with my picture in it and our eldest son, Fili's, picture in it as well was clenched tightly in his hand. I can still hear his loud, booming laughter. I see his long, braided, golden hair flowing in the wind. He and I teased each other often. We'd mock each other's clothes and play- argue about holding each others hands. He never did change his additude when Fili was born. Oh, my sweet Fili. Going off on a ridiculous adventure with his Uncle Thorin to recalim Erebor from Smaug. He had better protect his reckless younger brother, Kili. Poor Kili never knew his father.
Before they left, I handed Kili an old rune stone my father, Prince Thrain, had given to me, making him promise to come back to me. I treat Kili like my father treated me, almost. Father would always play with me and give me my way. But my mother, Jesserah, would have none of that. She taught me that if I was going to get anywhere in life, that I could not scream and stamp my foot. No one would respect me. So, I became like her. A strong willed woman that doesn't deal with anyone else's complaints. I suppose in my rasing of my two sons, I raised them like she raised Thorin, Frerin, and I. Comfort and defend, but punish when needed. The only difference between my mother and I, is that she'd fall for my brothers' pouting faces when they wanted something.
Of course, Frerin was the only one to really fool her into his adulthood, due to his baby face.
I pray that Thorin and my sons are alright. They're morons and fools, but they are my family and I don't know what I would do if I lost them. This quest of Thorin's is silly, if I'm speaking with my heart and not my head. I have a tendency to say things from my thick head rather than my heart. I understand Thorin's "need" to do what our father and grandfather, King Thror, couldn't. But, I wish he'd give up on it. I know that there is much gold in Erebor, I remember it well from when I was young, but there is much more gold in the world and many more gems. What's one hoard lost to a dragon? Thorin is going to get my boys and himself killed. I love him, really I do, but he thinks too much with his heart, and not enough with his head.
He follows the dark and broken path into insanity that Thror laid out before. I don't want my brother, the last one I have, to fall into utter madness over a single hoard of wealth. I pray he returns to me in one piece along with my sons. Fili and Kili are so close... They look out for each other night and day and it's practically impossible to seperate them. They are grown men and they still share a bedroom here at home. I love them dearly. When they return, I swear to hug and kiss them both, then ground them for a month for worrying their poor mother.