Hello! Well, this was originally intended to be just a oneshot, but it ended up taking a life of it's own, so I'm turning it into a multichaptered fic :) I don't know whether this has ever been done before, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

As said in the synopsis, this is set in the first film, where things were much simpler, in my opinion :)

Enjoy...


The day had been long and hard, traipsing over a mountainside that was littered with boulders the size of small huts. Once or twice they'd had to lead their ponies around the largest of them, in squelching mud and tall grass...now they were over it, and within sight of a small thatch of woodland.

They had stopped just inside it, with the cover of large Oak trees to act as shelter from the colder winds now evening was settling in.

Fili leaned back against a tree, chewing on a string of grass. He watched the others as they gathered firewood or put down bedrolls for the night- Bilbo was settling down his blanket, and Gandalf was tethering his horse to a nearby tree.

He turned, snorting as he saw where his brother was- 'Kili you're going to break your neck!' He shouted up to the tree that Kili was climbing.

Thorin looked up too as he came to a stop beside his nephew. 'I'm not coming up there to get you!' He called, shaking his head. 'What are you doing?'

'There are apples at the top!' Kili called back, deftly climbing the tree.

'I'm sure he's got elf blood somewhere along the line...' Bilbo muttered to himself, peering up with a smile- he looked away as Thorin shot him a disparaging glance. 'Just saying...' He whispered, before busying himself with pots and pans.

'They're probably rotten, lad!' Bofur called up. 'Its way past their time!'

'Get down, I don't want you hurt this early in our journey!' Thorin finally called, shaking his head. 'Now!'

'But I can almost reach-' Kili called back, arching forwards, palm outstretched...

'Kili, now!'

'Got it!' Kili cried, before climbing down the tree, the apple wedged in his mouth. As his feet touched solid ground again he grinned from behind the fruit, brown eyes twinkling. 'See?' He chuckled, taking a large bite out of it before tossing it to his brother. 'No harm done!'

'One day you're going to do something that you think looks fun and you're going to come to serious harm!' Thorin reprimanded, his arms crossed.

'You worry too much, Uncle,' Kili shrugged, still smiling. 'I didn't break anything!'

'Not like last time...' Thorin muttering, shuddering at the memory still. 'Fetch some more firewood, you two- it looks like the night will be cold.'

'Alright, come on you- no more tree climbing!' Fili chuckled, clipping his brother round the head as he passed him.

'Race you to that bush over there!' Kili cried, before taking off at a run, laughing.

Fili rolled his eyes fondly before hitching up his breeches and tearing after him, grinning.


The sky was a slowly darkening purple by the time they got back, laden with wood and bracken for kindling- Fili could see most people were dozing in front of the flames, talking amongst themselves and supping on their meagre meal. 'Where's Gandalf?' Kili muttered, noting that the Wizard wasn't in his usual spot- mostly it was a space off from the main group; the Wizard said he liked some quiet time away from Dwarves at least once a day.

'Don't know, probably not far away...' Fili replied, dumping the wood in a pile and settling down on his bed roll- Kili, however, was walking towards the pack saddle that Gandalf had taken off his horse. The young dwarf's curiosity was sparked when he thought he saw something glowing inside the worn leather. Carefully, he undid the clasps and flipped over the cover. 'What do you think you're doing?!' Fili hissed in his ear, shaking his head as Kili looked up, wide eyed.

'Look, it's glowing!'

'Its Gandalf's- of course it's glowing! He's a wizard!' Fili chuckled, before giving the bag a proper look as Kili continued to point to it.

The pack contained a whole manner of glass vials and jars, leather jerkins and pots made of stone; some of them were indeed glowing. Fili slapped his brother's hand as he made to reach for one- 'Don't be stupid!' He warned, giving him a look. 'We don't know what any of it does, it could be dangerous!'

'What, Gandalf? Dangerous?'

'We don't really know him, do we?'

'Fili, this is Gandalf you're talking about!'

'Just...alright, one quick look, and that's it!' Fili finally agreed, looking behind them to make sure no one else saw them snooping. He had a bad feeling about this, but it did feel exciting at the same time, like they were children again.

Kili chose a large glass jar, full of a green glowing liquid. 'What do you suppose it is?' Kili asked his brother, holding it up.

'I wouldn't know, I'm not a wizard!' Fili shot back, rolling his eyes. 'Had a good look?'

'Just one more?'

'No!' Fili hissed, shaking his head, 'put it back!'

'Let go, Fili!'

'Kili I'm warning you-'

'- What do you think you're doing?' Thorin's words cut like ice, sudden and unexpected...Kili, who had been leaning over, arm outstretched to prevent Fili from getting at the jar, gave a sudden gasp and lost his balance- the jar slipped through his palm, smashing onto the rock face as Thorin stepped back, making to grab Fili too. It wasn't fast enough, and seconds later the dwarves all fell silent as a green mist suddenly enveloped the brothers.

Thorin watched, aghast, as the mist got stronger and stronger, before he couldn't see his nephews any longer. 'Fili, Kili!' He cried, shielding his eyes against the glow.

After what seemed like an age, the mist dissipated. Thorin walked forwards, eyes searching for his kin- his heart was in his mouth as he realised he couldn't see them.

A noise made him look down, and as he did he didn't know whether to be shocked or amused. He suppressed a snort as two small dwarflings stared up at him- one had a mop of blond hair, the other a shock of dark hair, unruly on their heads.

'It had to be you two...' He muttered before worry speared his chest. 'Where's the wizard? He needs to sort this out!' He growled. Bofur and Bilbo were sent for Gandalf, leaving Thorin with his nephews, both wide eyed and bemused.

'Are you both alright?' He asked them; by the looks of them Fili was around six moons old, making Kili little more than a babe at one years old- He gently knelt down, picking him up and holding him to his chest as the little one shivered. 'Balin, a blanket!' He muttered, before coming closer to his brother- Fili shrank back, a frown on his face. 'Are you hurt at all?' He asked him again, holding an arm out. 'Its Uncle Thorin, remember?'

'Where's Ma?' Fili asked in a high voice. Thorin closed his eyes, not knowing what to say.

How would he begin to explain this quest to a six year old? 'She's not here- I've taken you on an adventure, but you were sleeping when we set off,' he quickly said, smiling down at him. 'You've always wanted to go on an adventure!'

'Is Ma here?'

'No lad, she stayed home,' Thorin replied, holding out a hand, 'she'll be here at the end of our adventure,though.'

Fili took his hand, smiling up at him as he began to recognised him and the other dwarves in the scant firelight. 'Ok.' He said simply, looking around.

'Whats happened now?' Gandalf's deep voice cut into the awed silence- Fili held onto Thorin's jacket as the Wizard came closer, wary. Kili, who was still snuggled in Thorin's arms, gave a sudden cry. 'Shh, it's alright Kili,' he whispered, rubbing the top of his head to smooth the dark hair.

'Kili? How in- ah.' Gandalf trailed off, looking from the two dwarflings to the smashed jar on the floor. 'I see two curious dwarves got their just desserts, eh?' He muttered, smiling at them both.

'Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Gandalf,' Thorin snapped, 'what are you going to do about it?'

'Me? Do? My dear Thorin, there isn't a thing I can do till the magic fades, I'm afraid.'

'And how long will that take?' Thorin said through gritted teeth.

'It depends on how much of the vapour encased them-'

'The whole jar.'

'Well then, this particular vapour was used to re-grow certain dying plants, fungi, for example...an excellent idea if you are traveling alone or in dire need of a herb...'

'Gandalf, my patience is wearing thin!'

'I shouldn't think more than a few weeks, a month at best.'

'A month?'

'Or until they age back to normal, whichever comes first.' Gandalf added lightly. He peered down at the two little dwarves, eyes twinkling. He held out a hand to Fili, who slowly took it, eyes wide. 'My name is Gandalf, I'm a friend of your Uncle.' He smiled.

'Hello!' Fili replied, feeling braver now. 'I'm Fili, and this is my brother Kili!' He pointed to the toddler in Thorin's arms.

'Its lovely to meet you!' He chuckled, earning a look from Thorin. 'I've heard so much about you both!'

'Gandalf, I'm warning you...' He whispered, earning a deep laugh from the Wizard.

'My dear fellow there is no use getting angry! It's happened now- let's just get on with it, yes?' And with that he walked away, smiling to himself. 'But I am going to be keeping a special eye on my things with you dwarves around!' He called back.

Thorin rolled his eyes, before looking down at a pair of wide brown eyes, so like his sister's. Kili reached out and touched his beard, fingers scratching on his stubble as he grabbed the hair. Thorin smiled down at him, releasing his beard hair from the tight grasp. 'Well,' he muttered, now looking to Fili, who was staring around in wonder, like the little dwarf he had been.

'What in Durin's name are we going to do now?'


Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!

I'm planning for the brothers to age like human children in age, only because I'm really not sure about dwarven ageing.

As you can probably guess, this will have lots of cuteness, fatherly!Thorin, cheeky dwarflings, caring!bilbo and much much more!

I am also open to prompts for situations or things you'd like to see! Just drop me a PM or in a review :)

Next chapter will be up soon!

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