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Glories of the King's Hair!
I.
Kili was only seven months old the first time he played with his uncle's hair. He had no recollection of the occurrence, but often his ma related the tale with a fond smile and amused chuckle.
It was during one of the early visits his uncle paid after Kili's birth. Thorin had just returned from a journey, having been away for several weeks. While his brother had turned shy, refusing to be coaxed out from behind their pa's leg, apparently baby Kili had provided a merry, loud welcome, cooing and waving his tiny fists in the air. His transition from Dis's arms to Thorin's had been accomplished with a high-pitched laugh rather than the protesting cry the grownups had anticipated.
Thorin's gruff, uncertain expression had slowly softened as Kili babbled incomprehensibly away at him, his own smile bright and wide. Then the surprised grunt his uncle made while his eyes widened when Kili suddenly stretched a hand out and gave an unexpectedly strong, sharp tug on one of Thorin's dark locks of hair. Followed by his attempt to eat said lock of hair, ignoring his uncle's protesting, "Oi!"
"It took some time to get you to release your uncle. And it was an even longer time before I could persuade him to hold you again!" Dis would end the story with a laugh.
And Kili always grinned and nodded proudly.