AN: I don't actually own the Ri brothers. My writing is generally better than this, however, this is a test story I am making up so that I can see whether or not I can post using my beat up Toshiba that has definitely seen better days. First time on here ever, so please be nice.
Nori woke and found himself in the armchair that Dori usually occupied. His brother's yarn and knitting needles were stowed carefully in the little basket he had given to his older brother for Yule last year. Ori's quills and charcoals sat on a desk in the far corner by the window and Nori allowed himself a smile. It was worth being a thief when his little brother gave him that radiant smile that was unconditional love.
Dori could use some of that royal purple yarn that was in the village a day away from here. And Ori would love that green ink from the same village, he thought. Although, Dwalin has been sending his men over on a rotational basis. Hmph. Like he could ever catch me. That settles it, then.
Nori hauled himself out of the chair and pulled on his boots, coat, and gloves, put his earnings -enough to pay for the expenses of Ori's tutelage and food at the market- on Dori's table, and checked in on his brothers while they slept. Ori was cuddled around the leather bound book Nori had gotten him for his birthday, and Dori's face still had too many worry lines, even as he slept.
I won't be long this time, Nori thought to himself. I'll be back, like always.