PROMPT FILL: "After Kili is born it is clear that he is not the average dwarf. Thorin and Dis obviously will not stand for this and smuggle little baby Kili out of the kingdom and have him taken as far away from Erebor as possible, to the Shire. There they find two hobbits who are willing to take in this poor child and raise him as their own to save his life, Belladonna and Bungo. Kili grows up with Bilbo and other hobbits and is shocked as Bilbo when a group of dwarves shows up on their doorstep one night. He has never seen other dwarves before."
Thror in his madness is convinced that this small, hairless, sickly baby is a curse upon the house of Durin and orders him to be killed.
So, to the prompter from the kink meme, I hope I delivered this partial fill XP
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Life in Erebor had become drastically different when Thrór had refused Thranduil, the Elvenking, the precious gems had been promised. Slamming the chest of star-like crystals was a humiliation someone as proud as the neighbouring King wouldn't take too kindly to. Thorin had been present then and had noticed madness erupt in his grandfather's eyes. His heart swelled with fear and he looked on helplessly as the King laughed and mocked the close bond he once shared with one of their most precious allies.
From then on the peaceful monarchy which governed the Lonely Mountain became a ruling akin to tyranny. The people were starved, abused and mercilessly exploited all to fuel Thrór's seemingly spontaneous possessive obsession in regards to the hoard of gold and gems lying in the great vault of Erebor. Thorin had seen his grandfather dance in the midst of immeasurable wealth and laugh manically in glee as he cheered: "Mine! All mine!"
He had backed away from the sight grimly and retreated to his brother and sister who were his joy and sanctuary. Dís and Frerin were none the wiser to Thrór's degrading sanity and thus were always the joyous mischievous siblings with whom he had always gone on crazy and troublesome adventures as lads. Though they had grown and were fully fledged adult Dwarves, their childish ways had remained. Thorin hadn't been bothered by it until Thrór had succumbed to madness. So far, the King hadn't laid a finger against his family and so he knew his beloved brother and sister to be safe however, Thorin could nary predict for how long.
The end of Thrór's tolerance to his family ended when Dís gave birth to her second child much later. Unlike the first, who's only peculiar feature was his golden mane, the newborn prince was as hairless as a human babe and as sickly and bony as the runt of a litter. Typically, Dwarf babies were rather hairy and Thrór immediately considered the boy to be a curse set upon the line of Durin. It had taken long hours of convincing on the part of medics and healers to convince Thrór that the hairlessness was temporary and he would soon resemble any other Dwarf infant.
But the boy remained hairless and scrawny.
And Thrór's wrath grew.
"Brother!" Frerin called from the opposite end of the hall, running towards Thorin.
Thorin paused and waited for his brother to join his side, "What is it Frerin?" He asked, "Grandfather has summoned the court and I don't have much time to spare for you at the moment."
"It's exactly about that I want to talk about." Frerin said breathlessly as he leaned against his knees and attempted to stable his hitched breath.
"What do you mean?" Thorin continued quizzically.
"I heard rumours about the subject of the meeting." Frerin explained, "It's about Kíli, Dís' second born."
"I know his name." Thorin dismissed sharply, "But why on earth would the King summon an unexpected meeting about that child? He's barely three months old."
Frerin frowned, "Don't you remember Grandfather's reaction upon seeing him?" he reminded, "He called Kíli a curse and a spawn of evil. He wanted to kill him because he was hairless and sickly."
"Aye, I remember." Thorin nodded grimly.
"You've visited Dís at the nursery more than I," Frerin continued, "You've held her boy more than anyone and so you should know that his condition has barely progressed positively since his birth. He still resembles a small, skeletal human baby."
"Do not insult him." Thorin snapped immediately.
"I'm not." Frerin defended quickly, "I'm stating facts. Anyways, I've heard that Grandfather wishes to discuss young Kíli's fate. We have to get him out of Erebor and far away from his madness."
"Don't speak ill of the King." Thorin warned grimly while looking about for any curious ears who may have heard him, "You know what he does to those who contest his decisions and insult his person."
"You're like a pawn in his hand!" Frerin snapped, "I won't hold my tongue anymore because the truth needs to be spoken! If Kíli really is the subject of the meeting today, you need to protect him and convince Grandfather to spare his life!"
"I understand your fear, brother," Thorin said calmly, "But I doubt there will be the slightest mention of Kíli."
"Even so," Frerin insisted, "Promise you'll protect him! Promise you'll lay your life on the line for him!"
"You're so dramatic." Thorin dismissed, "I have a meeting to attend to."
Thus Thorin left his brother behind and marched to the meeting room where he awkwardly found himself the last to be seated. Thrór watched him with a severe glare and remained fixated on his grandson for a long while. Thorin shifted uncomfortably in his seat and eventually timidly apologized for his tardiness thus cueing the meeting to commence.
"You must all wonder why I've gathered you so suddenly." Thrór began, "A curse has been placed upon my lineage and I wish to deal with it."
Thorin froze and stiffened as he felt his grandfather's eyes return to him.
"My granddaughter, princess Dís," Thrór continued slowly, "Has birthed a most foul creature which surely represents the doom of Durin's blood. Unfortunately, she and her brother, Frerin, fail to see the threat he poses to us and so I've gathered you all to discuss the manner with which we shall deal with the wretched babe."
Thorin's heart pounded like a hammer against his chest as he struggled to remain composed beneath his grandfather's suspicious glare.
"I can count on your help, can I not?" he added testily, "All of you?"
"Of course." All but Thorin answered.
Thorin contented himself of nodding shortly.
"I don't see why we shouldn't just take him from his mother and slit his throat elsewhere." Lord Silverbeard suggested, "There's no reason she should see the deed accomplished."
"But she fails to understand the threat the hairless rodent poses to the King and his family," Stated Lord Obsidian, "Perhaps it would be better to have her witness the death alongside prince Frerin who also contests the apparent curse."
"I say we have her end his life herself!" Declared Lord Goldeneye.
"I fail to see why a three month old babe is as frightening as a Goblin king or Orc leader." Thorin objected sharply, glaring at the three Lords who had dared to suggest such horrid ideas.
"Perhaps he is harmless now," Lord Silverbeard granted, "But the child will grow and learn to wield a sword or axe one day and then you will regret not having killed him when you had the chance."
"If we raise him properly and carefully," Thorin stated, "With good values such as loyalty and family, I do believe he will be nothing more than an asset to the kingdom. We can control him."
"You fool!" Thrór snapped, "How do you expect to control a curse when you are not its caster? Why trying to control that abomination is as pointless as trying to reason with a dragon!"
"He is no curse nor dragon!" Thorin objected.
"Do you also challenge the truth!?" Thrór roared as he rose from his seat in a fit of fury, "Do you wish to blind yourself to the blatant reality as your brother and sister have!? Do not expect to become King one day when you can't perceive a demon wearing the skin of a babe!"
Thorin glared at the King but held his tongue for no good would come from the pointless debate. He merely shrunk back into his seat and waited for the meeting to be over. Slowly, Thrór sat down and continued to discuss with the other Lords the manner with which Kíli would be killed and whether Dís and Frerin would be forced to watch.
When the meeting finished, Thorin wasted no time in running to the nursery to find Dís. She sat comfortably on her bed, polishing a rune she had carved for her youngest while Fíli held his brother and sang to him softly. The sight was of the most serene and adoring but Thorin was forced to break as time was of the essence.
"We don't have much time." Thorin declared, barging into the room, "I need to take Kíli and leave."
"What!? Why!?" Dís objected immediately.
"Thrór has gone completely mad and wishes to kill him." Thorin explained quickly as he gathered things he would need for Kíli on his hastily planned trip, "I'm going to take him somewhere safe where Thrór won't be able to touch him. I'll find him a loving family who will take good care of him, I swear."
"B-but if Grandfather finds out, he'll kill you!" Dís declared.
"It's not a question of if, sister, but when." Thorin smiled sadly, "But I'm willing to put my life on the line if it means giving your boy the chance of living."
Dís stared at her brother in dismay as she watched him speechlessly gather supplies needed for Kíli and struggled to find words to express, well, anything. Fíli alternated glances between his mother and uncle as he clung to his younger brother tightly.
"Thorin…I can't let you—"
"Listen to me, Dís," Thorin said seriously as he threw a bag over his shoulder and marched towards her bed, "If you love that boy you'll let me do what's best for him. I'll bring him far to the West and tell the family to come find you when Thrór has died. If I'm somehow alive by then, I'll fetch him myself but nonetheless I promise you will one day be reunited."
Dís finally broke into sods and reached Kíli. Fíli reluctantly gave his brother to his mother and watched in confusion as she buried him with kisses and held him tightly. Thorin could feel his heart break at the sight of it and loathed what their life had come to. It was a regrettable outcome but it was necessary for Kíli's preservation.
"Dís…" Thorin said softly, "I need to leave now…"
She nodded and passed her boy to Fíli, "Fíli, love," she said to him, "Kiss your brother goodbye. You won't see him again for a long while."
Fíli began to tear up, "Kee." He sobbed, having barely learned any words to express himself adequately. He held onto his brother tightly and kissed his forehead before hugging him and handing him over to Thorin.
Thorin looked at the two sadly. Fíli had retreated into his mother's arms and cried with her, refusing to look at his uncle while Dís did her best to hush him and explain that what was happening was for the best. Before he left, Dís handed him the turquoise rune she had made for Kíli which he had put in his pocket in haste. Thorin wordlessly tucked Kíli into the carrier he had strapped to his chest and whispered: "I'll be back soon…" as he left the room and marched down the hall quickly.
One of his hands rested upon Kíli's small back as he slept soundly against his chest and snored ever so lightly. Thorin jogged around the palace, quick to gather food and additional supplies before making his way to the stables where he met Frerin.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he finished saddling a pony.
"I could ask you the same thing." Thorin returned.
"Well I'm going to bring Kíli somewhere safe." Frerin stated, "Don't try to stop me!"
"I won't." Thorin assured, "But I need your pony."
"What? Why?" Frerin questioned as Thorin immediately attached the basket filled with food to the saddle.
"Because I need to leave quickly." He explained and gestured to Kíli, strapped to his chest for further explanation.
Frerin nodded, "I'll try to stall the others when they realize what's happened." Frerin assured. "They'll obviously send soldiers after you."
"Thank you." Thorin nodded as he got on the pony.
"Be safe." Frerin said.
Thus Thorin galloped out of the stables and into the openness of the world that lied beyond the Lonely Mountain. He startled a few passing Dwarves as he rushed by and nearly trampled one but his mind was concentrated elsewhere. He looked down at Kíli who still slept against his chest, regardless of the sobs and rushed movements he had been subjected to earlier, he still slumbered peacefully.
And so Thorin rode day and night for three days, barely stopping before finally taking the time to rest up properly. He finally allowed himself to eat correctly and take better care of Kíli who had only gotten the minimum of food and milk since their departure. By then they had made it to the border of the woodland realm and were in the process of circling it before continuing west.
It had taken nearly two weeks before the soldiers Thrór inevitably sent after him caught up. Thorin was scaling the Misty Mountains by then, taking his time as to not fall to his doom and care for the baby as much as he could. However, the hoard that was sent after him had scarcely taken in consideration the danger of the mountain path and continued full speed.
The first warning of their approach Thorin had gotten was an arrow that nearly pierced his skull. He wasted no further time on caution and rushed the rest of the path away, almost falling off thrice. Once in plain land, Thorin pushed the limits of his pony and attempted to lose his pursuers in the thick forest he had rushed in, but to no avail.
Finally, his pony was struck down by a well-aimed arrow. Thorin was flung from the beast and smashed against a tree but somehow managed to shelter Kíli from the blow. He quickly gathered his wits and took the basket of food in hand as he continued on foot, determined to get the babe out of harm's way but he felt that his time was rapidly approaching to an end.
He finally made it to a large river which blocked his way and was far too deep for him to cross without risking drowning the baby or himself. He cursed and was about to draw his sword when an idea came to him. He dumped the contents of the basket and placed Kíli into it, tucking the rune Dís had made next to him before kissing his forehead and saying his final words.
"This may be the last time I see you, Kíli," he said softly as he marched into the cold water, Kíli giggling and staring at him with playful eyes, "Though you may never meet your real family, know what you were loved. I hope this river brings you to happiness and that, one day, it may return you to your home."
Kíli fell asleep as Thorin put the lid on the basket and pushed it into the current which dragged it away. Moments later, the soldiers pointed their spears and swords at him and demanded he step out of the water and deliver the baby lest he wished to face the consequences of the King. Thorin glanced back at the river that had carried Kíli away one last time and faced the soldiers.
The river snaked through the thick forest and eventually found its way to the side of a path traveled by a Grey Wizard and a peculiar little creature resembling an Elf and Dwarf. She had been brought on an adventure like many others of her family and returned to her home a changed woman, glum and thoughtful of the events of her journey. Suddenly, the cries of a baby reached her ears and she looked at the river where she saw a basket floating.
She stopped her pony and hopped off, running for it and alerting her companion who had also been dabbling in his thoughts up to that point. "Belladonna?" He asked, "What are you doing? Where are you going?"
However, she didn't answer as she dove into the river and brought the basket to a shallow end where she sat and opened its content. By then the wizard was by her side, looming above with just as much curiosity.
"It's…" she started as she took off the lid, "A…baby…"
"How curious…" the wizard commented.
"I heard him crying…" Belladonna said and looked at her companion, "Was he abandoned?"
"It seems like it." He said gruffly but then noticed something beneath the baby, "Hold on…" he reached down and grabbed a hold of the rune and studied it quizzically.
"What is it, Gandalf?" Belladonna asked.
"It's a Dwarfish rune," Gandalf said, "How curious, this stone is found far to the East."
"Why does he have that with him?" She asked taking the child.
"It is tradition for a Dwarf mother to carve a rune with her child's name and hand it to it." Gandalf explained, "This one's name is Kíli and it seems he was not abandoned but rather exiled."
"Why? How can you tell?" Belladonna continued, rocking the crying babe.
"I don't know." Gandalf mused, "However, if the child was unloved, he wouldn't have a rune with him."
"Should we return him?" Belladonna suggested.
"I don't think it wise, especially if he was indeed exiled." Gandalf stated. "Returning him could mean his death."
"Then I'll take care of him." Belladonna declared, rising to her feet and taking the basket with her.
"Taking care of a Dwarf baby is no easy task." Gandalf warned, "Perhaps I should bring him to others more suited for the task. You're barely an adult."
"I don't care." Belladonna said, "I found him so I'll take care of him!"
And so she marched on as the wizard stared at her with an amused smile, "This adventure has indeed changed you, Belladonna," Gandalf said, almost to himself, "And it seems that your adventure isn't exactly finished now."
I feel the need to say that I was going for a The Prince of Egypt (by Dreamworks) feel which is why Thorin pushed Kili away in a river at the end XD Also explains the title .