I let out a soft sigh as I stared out at the beautiful winter sunset. The snow, freshly fallen, glistened and sparkled like diamonds and mithril. The sky hung heavy with anticipation, which made me feel much better, as I was feeling particularly heavy myself that evening. Thorin had gone to Dale for something or another, he never really cared to tell me these days, and had yet to return.

I awaited him anxiously, but if he were any later, I was going to bed without him. I was tired, heavy, and my dress, though beautiful and elegant as Thorin liked all things, was hot. With the winter wind kissing my cheeks nicely, I leaned back against the cold stone of the structure behind me.

I stood there, eyes closed enjoying the fresh air, lost to all time.

"Angel!" Thorin's deep voice boomed with concern, making me jump.

"What?!"

He stood in the doorway of the balcony staring at me confused and concerned. "What are you doing out here?"

I sighed pushing off the wall. "Waiting for you and enjoying the fresh air. I've had quite enough of it now, though." I stepped past him into our bedroom. "Come, my beloved king, let us retire."

He watched me as I passed, a hungry look appearing in his eyes. I didn't know what it was with dwarves, but they really seemed to turn on at the sight of the woman, hobbit, elf, or dwarrow-dam they loved carrying their children. Thorin tried to explain it to me once, when I first started out, but it just blew right over my head.

I sighed, a smile playing on my lips. "Come, my noble dwarf warrior." I threw off my outer robes, then dress. I sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for him. "Come and warm me."

His smile was sensual and pleasing, sending bolts of desire all through me. He closed the windows and pulled the drapes, closing off the last of the sunlight. The room darkened, with only the fire to light it. He threw off his own robes, tunic and boots.

I stood up to meet him as he walked toward me, a hungry menacing intent in his dark brown eyes. "You are always so inviting, my wife." He murmured.

I ran my hand down his bare chest, catching it on his breeches. "Well, just because I am two now, doesn't mean my fire for you is gone." He pulled me flush against him and placed an inferno of a kiss on my lips. Then, slowly and carefully, he unbuttoned my underdress, letting it slip away to reveal all of me.

He cupped a tender breast in one hand, the other still wrapped around me. "They have grown a great deal." He murmured, lathering it with his long and lips.

"As has all of me," I remarked. "I swear I shall be the size of a horse by the time the little one comes."

He chuckled and cupped my face. "Oh, but you would make the prettiest horse in all of Middle Earth."

My desire for him swelled as he pulled me tighter to him, the warmth of his chest feeling heavenly against my bare breasts and belly. I tugged at the laces of his breeches. "I gave you an invitation," I muttered, "the least you could do was accept it."

He laughed. "Very well, wife. I don't need to be asked a third time."

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I was laying in bed, his arm draped over me, his bareness spooned behind, when I felt the first pain. I groaned softly, finally comfortable, I was too lazy to care about it, but when the wetness suddenly came with the next bolt of pain, I gasped.

"Thorin." He murmured something in his sleep. Unable to roll over in my enormous state, I elbowed him, hard. "Thorin!"

He jerked with a groan. "What?! What is it?"

I didn't answer right off, because another pain stabbed at me. "I—ow, ow, ow—um, the baby's coming." I gasped.

He bolted up straight. "What?!"

I threw him a dark look. "The baby's coming!"

He leapt out of bed. He pulled on his breeches and exited the room faster than I'd ever seen him move in my life. I pushed myself into a seated position and pulled the sheets up around me, waiting for the next contraction, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself. I was so nervous, the butterflies in my stomach could make me fly if I jumped out a window.

The next contraction came just as Dis, Gem—Bombur's wife—Tauriel—Kili's wife—and Fran—Gloin's wife—all burst into the room. Oin followed quickly behind, with his wife, Nat and her sister, Kat. The door was shut and Thorin and the rest of the dwarrow were shut out. Tauriel lifted me so Nat and Kat could pull off all the expensive furs and place an oil cloth and ban clean sheets underneath. Oin began heating water with Gem. And Dis began getting everything out that the baby would need.

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"AAAHHH!"

Thorin jerked and stumble when his wife's scream pierced the air, yet again. "Easy, lad. All's well." Balin soothed. "Tis normal."

"But it's taking do long! Does it get any easier?" He begged.

Balin looked over to Glen, his beloved wife. She shrugged, "Havin' the barns or listenin' to yur love havin' the barns?"

Thorin sighed, "Both!"

Balin and Glen exchanged looks. "No." They answered at the exact same time. The king let out a gasp and collapsed backward onto his chair beside the fire. Balin and Glen had three children, all fully grown now. Glenron, the eldest and only dwarrow-dam, Groren, the second eldest but first dwarrow, and Komlen, the youngest and the baby of the family. All knew the family was not to get any larger then that, as Glen had passed the years she could have any more barns.

Kili chuckled, bouncing his newest little red-haired boy, Caran, on his knee. "It's alright, Uncle. She'll curse and cry the entire time, swear she'll never let you near her again, but they do. Give it a week or two and she'll be kissing all over you and telling you how handsome you are. She'll love the baby and beg you for more and before you know it, you'll have a whole brood of little dwarf-hobbits running rapid through the Mountain."

Thorin studied his nephew. "You would know all about that wouldn't you?" He asked sarcastically.

The young warrior looked down at the other three of his children at his feet, though the two eldest weren't exactly young anymore. "Well, I wouldn't say I'm an expert—" he cut off with a mischievous smirk. Caran looked like his mother, as did Luin. But Frerin and Kerin both looked like dwarves. Luin, though she looked like an elf, had her father's big blue eyes, hence the name. Caran was named for his mother's bright auburn hair. Frerin, the oldest, was named after Kili's father and looked every bit like a dwarrow. Kerin was the prettiest little dwarrow-dam in the mountain with her father's black hair and her mother's green eyes. It was said she'd be the biggest heart breaker when she reaches a marriageable age, of course her uncaring nature was also a big part of what gave meaning to that statement.

Gloin chuckled. "I've never seen a dwarrow reproduce so rapidly as you, Kili."

The dark-haired warrior shrugged. "What can I say, can't seem to get her off me."

"You had better not be referring to me, Kili." The stern voice of his wife drew all attention to the looming form of the elven warrior, standing in the doorway to the king's office, her partially swollen belly doing nothing to make her look less intimidating.

Everyone was instantly on their feet, but she waved them all away. "Glen, we need help."

"Help?" Thorin asked. "Why do you need help?!"

Tauriel smiled smoothly. "You'll see." Gesturing to Glen and Rosie, she exited the room again. "

Thorin looked to Balin, absolute terror on his face. "Help?! Why help?"

Balin chuckled. "Tauriel did not seem worried, I am not." Thorin didn't look convinced, pacing back and forth before the fire. He wasn't sure he could handle this.

Dwalin leaned over to his brother. "Why do they need Rosie? She ain't been through birth yet. Won't it scare her?"

Balin smiled. "Ease your mind, brother. Your lass is a strong one yet and not easily scared away." He elbowed him, "else you wouldn't have her, ya big brute."

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I lay gasping for breath as I stared at Rosie. Dis sat at my side, her hand still clutched in mine. "That sucked." I muttered, beyond tired and more than a little disoriented from frack-ton of pain I just went through.

Dis chuckled and Rosie laid a hand on her growing belly. "I'm looking forward to seeing our baby," she answered softly, "but even I don't look forward to birth, not if it's like that."

"It won't be," Dis reassured. "Our Angie's just as special as they come."

I growled indignantly, "What the crap is that supposed to mean?"

"Here she is." My attention was instantly on Tauriel when she set a soft pink bundle in my arms, and I gasped. There, wrapped in the soft pink cotton was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. Her hair was long and as dark as Thorin's, even just after birth. That was the only think she shared with him, though. Her pink face was rose and sweet like a little hobbit, with tapered ears, and hairy little feet poking out, fuzzy and rough like mine. I smiled and hugged her tight. She opened her eyes at me. They were so dark they were nearly black. I was in love. She was the most beautiful little princess in the world.

"Where's Thorin? I want Thorin to see her."

Tauriel chuckled. "Hold on, Angie. You were a little disoriented in all that pain."

I looked up in awe as Glen turned around. In her arms was another bundle, wrapped in blue with another little set of hobbit feet sticking out. "Here's your little boy." She murmured, handing him to Dis, the smile on her face could have outshone the sun.

I gasped reaching out for him. He looked exactly like my little girl. Dark hair, tapered ears, little hobbit feet, beautiful pink cheeks, and dark eyes. "Two?!"

Dis chuckled, but to my utter surprise, Nat shook her head. I looked to Oin, the only one not standing around my bed. He stood and turned around, a third bundle in his arms. It was as pink and as wonderful looking as the other two.

"You passed me up in just one go." Gem chuckled, squeezing my hand. "Way to go."

"Keep going like this," Tauriel added, "and you'll pass me as well." She was practically glowing with pride in me. She would too, after all, it was her that found me.

Oin brought the bundle over. She looked like her siblings and I didn't even hold it in as I started to sob. "Holy crap!" I gasped. The only difference from her and her older sister was the big blue eyes that stared up at me like she was ready to take on the world

Dis laughed, hugging my shoulders. "Congratulations, Angelina. You did it."

I laughed through my tears. "Now we really have to bring Thorin in! I wanna see him pass out!"

The entire room burst into gales of laughter, as Tauriel ducked out to retrieve my husband.

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"Names?" Thorin looked up, his eyes wide and enormously distracted by the little bundle in his arms.

"Yes, Lad!" Balin cried. "That's usually what happens after the barns are born." The room laughed. Thorin had passed out upon seeing he was now a father of three, but was being an enormously good sport about the teasing he was getting.

I was holding my youngest little girl, her big blue eyes staring up at me with sharp intelligence. "Sapphire." I whispered.

Tauriel, who sat beside me rocking Caran, looked over. "Sapphire?" She asked.

I nodded. "You named yours red and blue. I wish to name my little angel Sapphire."

She beamed. "It fits. What of the other two?"

I turned to her. "Why, Ruby and Emerald, of course, for they are my most precious gems!"

Dis, who seemed to be listening the entire time, stood. "LISTEN UP!" Then she gestured to me. "Go ahead, Angie."

I looked to Thorin. "What about Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire?"

He looked down to the bundle he held. "You shall be my Emmy." He whispered, kissing her forehead, nuzzling her.

I beamed. "Sapphire it is." I kissed her as well, loving that Rosie, who was holding my little Ruby, was surrounded by dwarrow, eager for their little prince's attention.

Emerald, Ruby, and my precious Sapphire.