This project bothered me a while now, because in my opinion, there are too few Thorin/Kili/Fili stories! ;D

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any of this characters nor Middle Earth or anything connected to it.

A/N: The story is written in Thorin's point of view - more or less...!

So, enjoy! :)

Durin's sons

Prologue:

The lonely mountain was lost, lost to a giant, fire-breathing dragon. And the dwarves who used to live there - in Erebor - were dead now or scattered all around Middle Earth. Some of them made new colonies in other mountains, the others tried to build up a life by offering the services to men.

And so did Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, rightful king under the mountain since his grandfather and brother died and his father disappeared without a track, probably dead as well. He, his sister Dis and her two little sons, Kili and Fili, are the last of the line of Durin, the line of the kings. But after the dwarves separated, Thorin had not heard of his sister, her husband and their sons. He did not know anything of their whereabouts, nor their wellbeing. Actually he had no contact to a lot of dwarves anymore. Since the battle of Moria, they have abandoned him, more or less. Of course he knew, they were only trying to survive, but it still hurts.

However, there were still a few dwarves he had contact with, for example Balin and Balin's younger brother Dwalin. Balin used to be a soldier, but in the little human town they were living in, he became something like a teacher and healer. His younger brother Dwalin however, worked in the same workshop as Thorin. Dwalin and Balin, who lived one or two streets away, became even more good friends and comrades than before.

Thorin lived in a rather large house, for one dwarf alone, but in this town you had to be glad that you find anything at all.

Though the days were long and the work was hard, his life could not be much better, considering the given circumstances. At least he had money, a roof over his head ans always something to eat.

Early in the morning he would go to work to earn his money, and in the late afternoon, he would go back home. There he would make himself dinner and after that he would sit in his favourite armchair, before the chimney, and read a good book.

So he did today as well. Since every day was the same in this city and nothing unusually occurs in this town, Thorin was startled by a knock at his front door. He did not await any guest, Balin and Dwalin only came when invited and humans in this town did not want anything to do with them, except their crafting of course.

The unknown visitors knocked again. Thorin huffed as he got out of his armchair and walked down the hall, taking an axe, which was hanging from a wall, with him.

He opened the door, holding the axe behind his back, ready to strike if needed.

Thorin was greeted by two dwarves, both with a little bundle in their arms. The larger dwarf, a grimly looking and silver haired male, stepped forward.

"Thorin Oakenshield?", he inquired.

"Who wants to know that?"

This time the ginger dwarf stepped forward.

"My brother Oin", he gestured to his comrade, "and Gloin, at your service!", they slightly bowed.

"we are friends of Dis, daughter of Thrain, who send us here.", Gloin added.

Thorin sighed, stepped back, opened the door wider and put away the axe he was holding.

"You may come in!"

The entered and Thorin closed the door behind them. He motioned them to go to the living room.

As the laid up their clothes and sat down, Thorin looked at them more closely. They seemed to be tired and exhausted. Even though Thorin offered them tea and a warm meal, they refused. What Thorin also notices was, that the bundles, they were still holding in their arms, were slightly moving.

"Well, why are you here?", Thorin finally asked.

"Right to the point, I see!", Gloin huffed, "We already told you we are here because of your sister, did we not?"

"You know that your sister's husband was gravely wounded during the battle of Moria and I fear he did not make it…"

"You mean, he is… dead?" Thorin was shocked.

The brothers nodded in agreement.

"And what is about my sister? How is she?"

"That is the reason why we are even here!", Gloin again. "She is not dead, but as you can imagine, she is not very well, especially if you consider the other circumstances… The point is, she is, she is barely able to build up a proper life for herself, let alone with these two!"

He motioned to the moving bundles in their arms.

Hope you liked this little start of mine! :)

Please, leave me a review and tell me what i can do better and what you wish for future chapters!:) (I am open for any requests, wishes or suggestions!)

If somebody has an idea for a better title I would be glad to hear it, because I am not happy with the name!

C Ya

Inkognito! ;D