Hello fellow Fili fans. This story is my musings as to what our darling dwarf would be like as a daddy. BUT...I did not want to spend the time writing him a whole long romance first before we found out. Neither did I want him to have had some meaningless one night stand - he is far too noble for that! So...this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it.

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Glossary for Dwarf words I used (some I just made up)

Amad = official word for mother

Ama = mommy

Adad = official word for Father

Ada = daddy

Nadad = Brother

Nadadith = little brother

Caragu = Dung (curse word)

Ugmil'adad = official word for Grandfather

Ugmil'amad = official word for Grandmother

N'anad = Grandma

Baruk Khazad ai-menu = The axes of the dwarves are upon you!

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My OC's name is Sier = pronounced Sea-air

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"Little Son of Durin"

Chapter 1

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The first time Sier laid eyes on Prince Fili, she knew he was different, more so than she had first anticipated upon her arrival in Erebor. As handmaiden to Lady Bina, of the Firebeard clan, the young dwarrowdam had journeyed to the Lonely Mountain with her mistress upon being summoned to appear before the king. Thorin, son of Thrain, was the current king under the mountain, yet it was widely known that the crown was to be passed, not to a child of his own, but to his nephews, through the line of his sister, Princess Dis. Due to this, Princes Fili and Kili were both expected to marry fine dwarrowdams and produce heirs to carry on the line of Durin. Thus, eligible maidens of noble birth flocked to the mountain, each one eager to catch the eye of either heir, hoping to be recognized as their one.

Being a child of no social standing whatsoever, Sier had no illusions that she would ever be noticed by either prince, and kept her eyes lowered whenever in the presence of the royal family. Her mistress, Bina, however had a fine lineage, with a bit of wealth and a history that was as ancient as the mountain that now surrounded her. Yet for all of that, Bina, and her whole family, were hard and cruel, treating those under them unjustly and making their lives extremely difficult.

Sier had been the only daughter of a poor miner and his lovely wife, living hand to mouth, so to speak, on the meager salary he brought home from the mines. Times had been hard, but the love they shared had more than made up for any deficiency. Unfortunately, love did not put food on the table, nor did it protect one from illness, and in the coldest winter they had seen in centuries, both of Sier's parents sadly died of sickness. Left alone, with no kin to take her in, she had been sent to Lord Colm's home and given employment working in the kitchens. There she toiled away until she reached an age where she could serve in a more useful capacity. Assigned the duty of handmaiden to the lord's often volatile daughter, Bina, Sier had quickly learned to keep her eyes lowered, her mouth shut and her hands busy.

Thankfully, this attitude had kept her clear of her mistress' frequent rants, remaining blessedly invisible and sparing herself any undue punishment. Still, Sier knew that it was only a matter of time before she failed to please the vengeful Bina, fearing the moment when her threatening eyes would fall upon her. If the young dwarrowdam had anywhere else to go, any family who might have aided her in finding better employment, she would have jumped at the chance…yet there was no one. So she continued on in the service of her mistress, waiting on the selfish dam day and night, yet always dreaming of a better life.

Sier had been excited at the opportunity to see the great and inspiring city of Erebor, and for a brief time she had hoped that Bina might indeed be chosen by one of the royal heirs. For if her mistress was fortunate enough to be selected as the future queen, Sier would no longer be the only one expected to care for her, thus making her life far less difficult. It also meant that she could remain in the wonderful kingdom of the dwarves, never again being under the tyrannical rule of Lord Colm, a thing she greatly wished to be free of. However, after having observed the two kind princes, even from a distance, Sier realized that they were far too noble and good to ever have such a bride like Bina forced upon them.

Yet, after spending a full two weeks trying to ensnare the crown prince - and failing miserably - Bina had become increasingly agitated, storming around her chambers in fits of rage. Defeat was not something she took lightly, and apparently she had set her sights on the crown prince of Erebor…unfortunately for Bina, Fili was not quite seeing things her way.

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"You do realize that you will eventually have to choose someone!" she spat at the blond prince, after another dismal luncheon she had arranged for just the two of them. This time Sier had been required to stay in the room to serve the meal, as well as act as chaperone, staying out of the way as she tried to blend into the background. For while Bina was not above temping any dwarrow with her feminine wiles, King Thorin insisted upon things being done properly, and apparently prince Kili had been unavailable to sit in with them like before. "There are precious few unattached dwarrowdams in Middle Earth, and I promise that you will not find one more beautiful than I. Have you no intention to honor your king's wishes and select a wife?"

"Beautiful though you may be, Lady Bina," Fili conceded, his jaw tight and his patience having been stretched to the limit over the past fourteen days. "You know as well as I, that marriage and children will only come about if I find the one dwarrowdam I can love. It is true that my uncle desires very much for Kili and I take wives, but he has also guaranteed that we have the final say in the matter. There will be no political marriages in Erebor. And thus far, I have not discovered my one among any I have met…including you!"

"How do you know?" she asked, her voice morphing into a sultry purr, as she slid across the lounge and placed her hand suggestively on his thigh. "You have not even given us a chance to get to know each other properly. These things often take time, you know, and might require a little physical stimulation before things become clear. And I assure you that there are ways to get around this whole one matter. I know of an ancient mixture of herbs, said to have the power to awaken even the most reluctant of dwarrow, allowing you to choose your bride and not depend solely on fate. I could easily obtain such an elixir, ensuring that our union would be equally beneficial…for both of us."

"What? No!" Fili cried in disgust, leaping to his feet and moving a few steps away from her unwanted touch. He had never heard of such a thing, though he found that he did not deny that there very well could be such a potion. Still the idea thoroughly repulsed him, and he immediately rejected it. "I have no use for such a thing and I will wait as long as it takes to find my one. And even if I never do, I have spent all the time in your company I need to realize that you and I are not fated to be a mated pair!"

It was true that Fili had only met a handful of eligible dwarrowdams in his life, for there were simply not that many to go around. Add to that the fact that a good portion of the female dwarves chose to devote their lives to their craft, not in search of a husband, and it severely lowered his chances even more. Yet Fili still held out hope that somewhere, out there, was his other half, the one maiden who would not only touch his heart, but bring his body of stone to life. Of course the term stone was only used figuratively, for all dwarves were indeed completely flesh and bone. But until a dwarrow met the one he could truly love, his lower half might as well have been made of the unresponsive stone of the mountain around him.

Fili had heard from other dwarrows that this miraculous transformation could happen immediately, as in the first time their hands met, or it could possibly take years, even requiring a heated kiss to initiate the bond. But no matter how it was to take place, Fili had no intention of spending another moment alone with Bina, for she had the uncanny ability to repulse him every time she opened her mouth. She had not been the first dwarrowdam brought to the mountain in hopes that he might fall in love…but Fili could certainly categorize her as the worst!

"What then? Will you wait around until you are old and grey, just like your uncle?" Bina screeched, her temper rising to the fore once again. "Shoving all eligible maids aside, until you dry up like dust, all in hopes of finding that elusive one who may or may not even exist for you? Wait too long, Prince Fili, and you will soon find there are no more dwarrowdams of noble birth left! And then what? Would you lower yourself to take the daughter of a miner, a milkmaid…or even a pathetic servant," here she turned around and insultingly gestured towards her handmaiden, "…someone like Sier?"

At the mention of her name, the young maid could not help but look up, her eyes meeting Prince Fili's for the first time as he turned to stare at her. She felt something in her chest constrict as his Durin blues met her chocolate browns, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe. His tender gaze warmed her deep inside as he held her within his stare for an extra few moments, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Unfortunately, the delay in his response only further infuriated Bina, and she read more into it than was probably true.

"You would, wouldn't you!" she fumed, rising to her feet and stepping in front of Sier, effectively blocking her from his line of sight. "You would willingly taint royal blood by mixing it with a lowly commoner? Choosing to bed with…" she stepped aside and gave Sier a disgusted look, "…with the likes of her, instead of your own kind?"

"My own kind?" Fili replied in angry disbelief, his temper now raised to match that of Bina's. "I will have you know that my father, Flinn, was what you would consider a lowly commoner, a miner by trade, and proud of it! Yet my mother, a full blood princess, felt no shame in acknowledging him as her one. And once she made her choice known, no one, not even my uncle the king, looked down upon her decision! So yes, I would gladly choose a lowly daughter of a miner, or even a milkmaid, over a bigoted, vile creature such as you!"

Fili found his attention once more drawn to the maid at her side. She was not as stunning as the Lady Bina – few were, if he was forced to speak the truth. Yet even with her flowing blond hair, emerald green eyes, and a figure that would make any dwarf drool…to Fili, Bina was beyond abhorrent. However, contrast that with the soothing brown eyes, the soft, mild spirit, and the luscious dark curls that cascaded down Sier's back, there was no question as to which one Fili would prefer. In fact, now that he had truly looked at her, he could honestly say that no other dwarrowdam had so easily captured his attention before. This, along with the way Bina was now shooting daggers at him with her eyes, caused the angry prince to add one final insult - never realizing just how much he would soon regret his words.

"And as far as I am concerned," Fili informed her none too kindly, "your lovely servant, Sier, would be a far better catch than you any day!"

For years to come, Sier would question what madness overtook her at that moment, causing her to actually laugh out loud at Fili's words, earning her the most scathing look she had ever seen from her mistress. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and lowered her eyes in shame over her disrespectful action - but it was too late, the damage had already been done. Fili, on the other hand, not realizing the danger they were now both in, considered the subject closed. He then chose to take his leave, striding towards the door in hopes of never having to see the infuriating Bina again.

"You may consider our business complete and return to your home, Lady Bina," he told her as he exited the room. "Inform your father, Lord Colm, that there is no further need for him, you, or your entourage to remain in Erebor. And I assure you, your immediate departure will be eagerly anticipated." With that he turned, gave a curt bow, and none too quietly pulled the door closed behind him.

The moment they were alone, Bina flew into a violent rage, raking her hands across the lunch table, sending the tea service crashing to the floor. Pillows were thrown, the tablecloth was torn in two and any item within her reach was smashed against the wall or the floor, until the horrible dwarrowdam was left seething, dragging in deep breaths as she glared at the door where Fili had exited.

Sier was a trembling mess, fearing that any moment her volatile mistress would turn her anger upon her, punishing her for laughing at her expense. Yet when Bina did at last turn her eyes to her handmaiden, it was not ire that shone there…but vengeance. The look of pure hatred caused Sier to take a step backwards, wishing to put as much distance between her and Bina as she could, yet surprisingly the enraged dam did not advance to strike. Instead she gave a simple order, one that Sier was only too happy to comply with.

"Get out of my sight, if you know what is good for you!" she hissed. "I will deal with you later!"

Giving a hurried curtsy, Sier did exactly that, escaping to the other room in hopes of avoiding any of Bina's further outbursts.

As the scorned lady stood there, doing her best to regain her composure, her devious mind set upon a plan. One that would not only punish her disrespectful maid, but heap shame upon the house of Durin and cause untold ruin to Prince Fili's reputation. Yes…revenge would be sweet indeed.

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"You actually said that?" Kili gasped in shock and awe when Fili related what had transpired between him and the Lady Bina. "I am amazed…and impressed, Nadad! And here I thought all that training to become king had stripped you of your ability to be anything less than diplomatically polite!"

"Apparently not when dealing with the likes of her!" Fili laughed, remembering just how red in the face that harpy had become at his final insulting words. "I think even Balin would be hard pressed not to draw a weapon when speaking with Bina…or her father, Lord Colm."

"Uncle would have just beheaded her," Kili joked, knowing that even after five years as king, Thorin had not lost his hot temper or warrior ways.

"Thankfully, he has not had to spend as much time with her as I, thus assuring that her head will remain intact." He then gave Kili a wry grin. "Assuming she leaves Erebor immediately, for if not…well there is no telling what accident might occur."

This caused both brothers to burst forth with laughter, knowing that should they mention half of what she had said to Thorin, he would completely agree that this was not the maiden for Fili.

"Perhaps things will be better when Mother returns from her trip to the Blue Mountains," Kili said hopefully. "Maybe she can dissuade Uncle from forcing any more dwarrowdams upon us."

"No, I do not begrudge Thorin for his actions," Fili interjected. He knew that Kili had no wish to be fettered in any way, but that was not the desires of the elder prince. Though he understood it was his duty to seek out a bride…he actually desired to be married, to have a wife and family. He only wanted it on his own terms as well as for the right reason…love. "I want to meet more maidens in hopes that I do find my one…I just wish I didn't have to deal with such ill-mannered creatures like Bina in the process. If she wasn't at least pleasant to look at, I would have sworn her father had married a cave troll!"

Despite his brother's comic description of Bina's parentage, Kili sobered at Fili's confession, not having realized his brother's true feelings on the subject.

"Do you truly think you are ready for marriage? For a family?" he asked, trying to reconcile the idea of his fun-loving, pranking sibling as a husband with responsibilities.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "Yet, when I think of such things, it does not scare me like it used to. I know that I will be required to take a wife eventually…but if I were to find my one sooner, then what's to stop me from falling in love now?"

"Has any of the dwarrowdams you met so far caused you to…you know, awaken?" Kili could not help but snicker at the idea, it having been a subject of great amusement ever since the day that Thorin had reluctantly explained the facts of life to them.

"No," he admitted sadly. "Yet, my one has to be out there…right?"

"I suppose…but remember what Thorin said," Kili replied pointedly. "Things happen, and maybe we will never cross paths with the one we were meant to be with. What if she settled on a craft and is no longer seeking a mate…or Mahal forbid, was killed before you could meet her? There are no guarantees. I mean, look at Thorin, he never found his one."

"I think Uncle never truly went looking," Fili huffed, not liking his brother's fatalistic attitude. "He was always focused on regaining the mountain, not on love or a family. He knew he had us to serve as his heirs, so he never felt the need to marry. But Thorin is far from ancient…there is still time for him, if that is what he actually desires."

"True," Kili nodded, forced to agree with Fili's words. "And if you do wish to be wed…then I fully support you in that."

"Thank you, Nadadith," Fili smiled. "Still, perhaps having Amad screen some of the lasses before they are forced upon us might not be such a bad idea. You know, to weed out the Binas of the bunch."

"Oh, she would really enjoy that!" Kili laughed. "And any maid strong enough to endure an interrogation from her might indeed be worthy of our time! Now come," Kili urged, throwing his arm across his brother's shoulder. "Let us head to the dining hall, where I promise to remain at your side, guarding you from any further suitors seeking your company or your eventual crown. We will eat, drink, and laugh like commoners, and forget for a while the burdens of being royalty."

"Lead the way!" Fili said with a smile. "Yet we will need to mind how much ale we consume, for tomorrow we agreed to accompany Dwalin on a hunt, and he will not deal kindly with us if we arrive hung over."

"Agreed!" Kili nodded. "For should we so offend him, our beloved captain of the guard could easily make our lives a living nightmare. And we both know that his temper is far worse than even Lady Bina's!"

"Only by just," Fili added, throwing the two back into fits of laughter.

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Later that night, Fili returned to his room, feeling much better for having spent some much desired time with his brother. All their lives they had been inseparable, the one always being the other's shadow, the two never far apart. Yet the duties and responsibilities heaped upon them as princes of Erebor had put a strain on the amount of time they had to just be themselves…the fun-loving pair known for their laughter and spectacular pranks.

Still, they had done what they had set out to do, to aid their uncle and king in his quest to reclaim their lost mountain kingdom. And now that he sat on the throne of his grandfather, King Thror, they would continue to support him until the end of his rule. Their pledge of allegiance, however, did not stop Fili from looking forward to the hunt tomorrow, relishing the idea of not having to act like a prince for a full day. With no one wishing to speak with him, or corner him into spending some private time together. Bina was the sixth such lady who had set her sights on him, and he was starting to feel much like a prize bull at market. While he knew Thorin and his mother, Dis, would never force him to marry against his wishes, he also knew how much was riding on the prospect of him finding someone he wished to wed. A king needed heirs…and one day he would be king.

As he entered his chambers, he kicked off his boots and shrugged out of his leathers, preferring his old clothing to that of a fancied up royal. While his mother had been born to privilege, his father, Flinn, had been a hearty miner who took pleasures in the simple things. It might have appeared to be an odd pairing, yet from that blessed union had come two strong dwarflings, arriving only five years apart – which was quite quick for births by dwarf standards. Had their father not fallen in battle, fighting alongside their Uncle, who was to say how many more heirs might now be in line for the throne? Yet fall he did, much to the deep sorrow of their mother, who was left to raise both Fili and Kili on her own. The two brothers had thus looked to Thorin as their father figure as they grew, having precious few memories of the true sire, who had loved them so dearly. Their cousin, Balin, had taken on the responsibility to see they were educated, while Dwalin saw to their weapons training. But it was Thorin they had gone to for everything else, especially when they had worries or concerns. They looked up to him, emulated him, and were willing to risk certain death by following him on a quest to kill a fire breathing dragon.

Noticing that there was a bottle of wine and a couple glasses sitting on the table in his living quarters, Fili walked over and uncorked it, sniffing at the excellent vintage within. Ignoring the glasses, he raised the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. As more and more of the mountain had been excavated and reclaimed after the destruction Smaug had left in his wake, they had discovered many undamaged bottles such as these. So finding it there did not surprise him overly much, and Fili just figured that Bofur, who was heading up much of the restoration of the mines, had been kind enough to send him a sample of the latest spoils.

In fact, it never occurred to Fili that anything might be amiss, until a few minutes later when he found it was becoming difficult to stand. His legs felt unsteady, his head was swimming, and his vision rapidly turned blurry. Knowing he needed to seek aid, Fili stumbled towards the door, desperate to find help. Unfortunately, after only a few steps, the crown prince fell to the floor in an unconscious heap.

He had foolishly allowed himself to be drugged!

Oh dear! Now what is going to happen?

So...how do you like it so far? This will be a smut light story, no explicit scenes - so worry not.

I would like to give credit where credit is due. I got the idea of the dwarrow males being 'stone' or 'unresponsive' in the southern hemisphere until meeting their one - as well as the invention of the 'wake up elixir' - from an amazing story called "Stolen Heir" by Kaotic312. She was kind enough to loan me the concepts, and I highly recommend you check out her story. It is a fascinating tale about Kili, but Fili is right in there, just where he should be...with his brother! An excellent read all around!