Hey! So this is my first fanfiction that I am publishing and to be honest I'm super excited to see how it goes! I chose to work with this story line because it came to me in a dream and I just couldn't shake the idea that kept forming in my head! I hope you like it and leave a review so I can continue! I don't own any of the Hobbit characters/parts (believe me I wish I did) the only thing that is mine so far is the story line! Without further ado! Unexpected!

Chapter 1- Beginnings

The sun was shining down and the wind gently wove through the tree tops while two young dwarflings played in the shade of the forest. The ring of a forge could be heard along with mild shouting and laughter; and for the moment the most important thing to the curious brothers was getting down a beautiful apple.

"Kíli! Hurry I can't hold you up much longer, my arms are tired!"

"But Fíli! I'm almost there just push me higher! I can almost reach it."

So Fili drew up the last bit of his seven-year old strength as he pushed Kíli even higher towards the apple. The tips of his fingers just barely had brushed the bottom of the sweet fruit when a piercing cry ripped through the calm summer air, causing Fíli to drop his three-year old brother in surprise. Both boys tumbled down into the tall grass, Kíli landing on top of Fíli with a loud "Ouch!" coming from the latter. Pushing off of his brother, Kíli stood and pulled up Fíli. His brown mop of hair then whipped around the field to look for the source of the cry but his head barely cleared the top of the tall grass, limiting his view of the surrounding area. Fíli however was already making his way over to the river bank, that was where he had heard the cry originate from.

Kíli tried to keep up, but on his two-year old legs he was having trouble on the uneven ground. As he arrived at the river bank he stopped just before he knocked Fíli into the water. He watched as his brother lifted a squirming bundle of cloth, he was so transfixed by this sight that he almost missed Fíli's hoarse whisper.

"Kíli… get Uncle and hurry."

"But, but Fíli!"

"Just GO! Please… tell him…tell him it's urgent."

So Kíli spun around and sprinted away, leaving his brother huddled over the mysterious bundle. To say he was worried was an understatement, it was a rare occasion that Fíli commanded him to leave his side. Where one went so did the other, that was how it had been since Kíli could remember. He was told that even as a baby Fíli wouldn't leave his brother for anything unless he was sick. So when he arrived at the forge alone and crying it only took Thorin a few seconds to drop the weapon he was working on and kneel in front of his youngest nephew.

"What is it Kíli? What's wrong?" Thorin's voice was a deep rumble that hid the notes of panic from his now sobbing three-year old nephew.

"FF Fí Fíli…"

That was all it took for Thorin to scoop up the brown-haired prince and sprint towards the field where the boys had been playing earlier that day. It was a rare thing to see the boys without each other and even more rare for one of them to cry. Thorin's mind was racing a thousand miles an hour, thinking of every possible horror that could have befallen his bright-eyed nephew, from an orc attack to drowning. What his mind hadn't prepared for was to see Fíli perched on a rock next to the river staring at a dirty blanket like it was the most beautiful thing on earth.

At the sound of thundering footsteps, Fíli tore his eyes away from the bundle. He looked over at the cause of the disturbance and was surprised to see an out of breath Thorin and a tearful Kíli. Eyes widening at the sight of his distraught brother he immediately set the bundle down on the sand and ran to collect his brother in his arms. Kíli latched on to his brother's neck and cried into his shoulder, glad that Fíli was ok.

"Uncle Thorin," Fíli said " I didn't know what to do and I just thought you would… I'm sorry."

Kneeling down Thorin gathered both of his sister-sons into his arms and buried his face in their hair. His shoulders sagged in relief and he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

"Fíli what in Aüles name happened? Kíli wasn't able to tell me anything are you hurt? Why are you dirty? What's going on?"

Thorin's questions flew from his mouth and without realizing it had pulled back to inspect the blond youth for any signs of damage. Taking a deep breath when he didn't find anything wrong other than a lot of dirt in his hair.

"We were playing by the trees and suddenly we heard a cry. I might have dropped Kíli and run over . And I found her!"

"Found who Fíli?" Thorin's voice was hard and leaden with suspicion

"A baby! She's amazing Uncle so small and quiet just like Kíli was when he was that small. Please don't hurt her!"

Thorin however had stopped listening to his nephew and had walked over to the bundle that Fíli had so tenderly placed on the bank. Scooping it up he peered in the face of a sleeping baby, but recoiled in shock as his eyes wandered over her face to the blond tuft of hair just beginning to grow on her head. Deaf to the protests of his sister-sons Thorin lightly traced the pointed ears of the child. Which awoke the infant and prompted her to open her eyes. Brilliant blue met Steel-blue and only then did he realize that both of his nephews were hanging from his legs, crying and begging him not to harm the baby. It was common knowledge that Thorin hated elves, especially after the fall of Erebor but as he gazed upon the bundled child the only words he could manage was.

"She's an Elf."

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