AN: Here's the next chapter! I had a bunch of stories already written out so it is just a matter of uploading them. Hope y'all enjoy!

There's no other way

I'll pray to the gods: let him stay

Dori looks up at their front door opening and his eyes widen. In walks a disheveled looking Ori and an even more disheveled Fili and Kili. Ori's cardigan is ripped and his hair a mess. Fili and Kili's shirts are un-tucked and ripped as well. Their hair un-braided (in Fili's case) and covered in grass and dirt. Fili is rubbing his jaw and Kili has a bruise forming on his cheek bone.

"What happened?!" Dori shouted and he quickly pulled the three teen-aged Dwarves over to the table. He shoved them all down in the chairs and began looking over Ori.

"A bunch of boys were picking on Ori," Kili began to explain as he prodded his cheek.

"We saw and stepped in. It didn't really go as smoothly as we wanted," Fili continued before stretching out his jaw.

"Don't worry though. We made sure they'd leave Ori alone from now on," Kili said with a grin. Dori looked from Kili and then over to Fili who had a prideful look but not as potent as Kili's.

"Um… thank you," Dori said gratefully. The brothers were always getting into trouble but they had just stood up for his little brother.

"No problem," Fili said as he shrugged off the 'thanks'.

"Although Thorin might stop by," Kili added with a grimace and Fili grimaces as well.

"What if we went with you?" Dori offered with a raise of his eyebrows. Fili and Kili relaxed slightly and gave Dori a thankful look. Dori didn't blame them; Thorin would be furious when he saw them.

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