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Chapter 2
A Remarkable Day

Fili was pacing back and forth. The others were all sitting down, either on chairs or straight on the cold floor, awaiting any news or any words. From time to time, a muffled scream could be heard from inside the room, though it would be vague and short. Each time, Fili would freeze, go pale and wait for a minute or two before continuing to pace the floor. Some of the others had joined the waiting as well; meaning some of the former company. Bofur was there along with Balin, Dwalin, Ori, Gloin and Oin. Oin was mostly there because he was a healer and ready to help should he be needed. Those who were not there were most likely entertaining the guests or at work.

"Lad, there will be a path in the stone floor if you don't stop that," said Dwalin, looking rather annoyed up at his king.

Fili looked at him, his eyes wide. There was a moment of silence in which the two simply stared at each other before Fili looked away and continued pacing. Dwalin sighed, his brother leaning into him; "Let him be. He's worried."

"He's not the only one. But his pacing isn't helping me."

It was after his words that the noise which everyone had been waiting hours for was heard through the cracks of the door. It was faint, yet sounded as alive and lovely as Fili had ever thought it would sound like. He stopped pacing, much to Dwalin's delight, and stared at the door, slowly walking towards it. Balin watched his king with soft tears in his eyes while the others all stood up, happily cheering and congratulating Fili, who was still simply staring at the door.

"And so the line of Durin goes on," sniffed Balin before coughing, getting himself together as Thorin placed a firm hand on his shoulder, smiling with equally as much happiness as Balin was feeling.

The door opened, nearly frightening Fili who so intently had been staring at it. A midwife stood there, a soft smile on her lips; "My king, you have a son."

"A son!" cried Balin, clasping his hands together while Bofur cheered along with Ori and Oin.

Kili clapped his brother on the shoulder, not quite being able to grasp the fact that his own brother was now a father as it felt like only yesterday that the two of them were out in the woods, chasing each other with sticks while they pretended them to be swords. Dis softly placed a kiss on her son's cheek before ushering him inside.

"I will tell the people. They will be waiting for us in the Big Hall," said Balin, Gloin and Dwalin going with him down the hallway.

The others stayed outside as Fili entered the warm room, the door closing behind him again. With unsure steps and wide eyes, he walked over to the bed, the midwives still running around it, preparing the last things and covering certain parts they did not want Fili to see. However, he saw nothing but his wife and child. Everything else around them was gone. He felt like he was in a tunnel and once he reached the beautiful end of it, his life would change forever.

Nàin lay on the bed, looking extremely exhausted though not yet too exhausted to not sport a smile on her lips. Laying softly on her bare chest, was a little, new-born Dwarven baby. His eyes were a little red from the crying he had been doing earlier, though he had calmed down tremendously after his mother had taken him into his arms. One of her hands lay gently on his back, rubbing circles with her thumb while the other was extended towards Fili. He took it, sitting down next to her on the bed and staring down at the little baby Nàin was holding.

"This is… unbelievable," breathed Fili, squeezing her hand. "We…"

"We have a son," said Nàin, her eyes filling with joyful tears. "I can hardly believe it myself."

He diverted his eyes from his son to Nàin, looking over her once; "How are you feeling?"

"Alright," she said with a faint nod of her head before smiling down at her son. "It was worth the pain."

Pride overtook Fili as he looked down at his son and wife, his back straightening slightly and a wide smile appearing on his lips.

"Do you…"

The faint sound of sadness in her voice made Fili's smile fade as he diverted his eyes from his son to Nàin again.

"Do you think that our other child won't mind?"

For a little while, Fili was a bit confused about her inquiry. And when he realized what she meant, he nearly hated himself for forgetting about it. About their first child which they had lost a little after the Battle of Five Armies. They did not like to discuss it, much because of the reason why she had lost the baby in the first place; that very reason standing outside of the room, waiting to see his nephew's son. Though when they did, Nàin would always be very sad about it. Albeit she had not known about the baby, it had still broken her heart when she lost it.

"No," said Fili softly, placing his hand over hers on their newborn son. "No I don't think so."

The smile returned to Nàin's lips and the midwife quietly approached them.

"Shall I wrap him up in a blanket for you, your highness? I do believe the others will want to see him," she said, extending her arms for the baby, though Nàin shook her head.

"I'll do it," she said, beginning to softly sit up, letting the baby softly glide down her chest and into her arms.

"Your highness I-"

"I've done it before," insisted Nàin. "I can do it now too, with my own son."

Fili smirked slightly, feeling a bit content about his wife's persistence to do what the midwife's job was as he still did not really like her. The sour look on the old woman's face just made him smirk even more.

"Very well. Here you go," she sighed, handing Nàin a blanket, to which Nàin furrowed her brow.

"I chose a different blanket," she said, holding it in her hands.

"The king's mother gave it to me while you were unconscious earlier today. Said it was the blanket Thorin had been wrapped in and the blanket the king himself had been wrapped in. It would be only fitting if the king's firstborn son would be wrapped in it as well, would it not?"

Nàin smiled widely, exchanging a look with Fili who looked rather taken aback by the blanket, which he had never seen before in his life – at least not as far as he could remember.

"A king's blanket," said Nàin softly, laying her baby on her lap and gently wrapping him up. The baby looked more than content to get some warmth around him and only gurgled a little bit in delight, the sound making both the new parents smile. "Here, take him."

"Oh," said Fili, looking a little nervous as he gently took him from her, though finding it easier than he thought to hold the baby. It was as though he felt his nervousness and decided to take advantage of it, wriggling himself into a position he wanted himself rather than letting his father decide how he would hold him. Nàin smiled at that, gently placing her head on Fili's shoulder as she looked down at her son.

"We should decide on a name before opening the door," said Nàin.

Fili hummed in agreement, too occupied to bask in the happiness of holding the little baby in his arms, almost wanting to hold him for all eternity.

"I was thinking Fili II," tried Nàin, though Fili frowned at it, glancing at Nàin who chuckled at his reaction.

"No, Fili's a stupid name," he said. "I was thinking Thornoid."

"Thornoid?" asked Nàin, straightening up and looking at her husband with a raised eyebrow. "Where'd that name come from?"

"I read it in a book," shrugged Fili.

"In a book?"

Fili glanced at her again before sighing; "Alright. You were bound to find out at some point. I got a letter the other day from King Thengel of Rohan. He heard about your ancestry and apparently did some research. Turns out your mother was no ordinary farmer or civilian. She was daughter of a Lord of Rohan who served under the rule of King Folcwine, Thengel's grandfather, many decades ago."

"And Thornoid was my grandfather's name?" asked Nàin with wide eyes.

"Yes," replied Fili with a smile. "He fell at the Battle of the Crossings of Poros."

"Wow… And the King of Rohan did this research just because he heard of me?" asked Nàin.

"No doubt he wants to become friends with us," said Fili before looking down at his son. "But politics can wait. For now, we have this little fellow to take care of."

"Indeed," smiled Nàin.

"Are you ready for visitors?" asked the midwife, her crew standing behind her, ready to leave.

"Yes," the both of them replied with a smile.

Nàin quickly closed her nightgown and pulled her blankets up a little higher as the midwives opened the door. The first person to enter, whom nearly knocked the midwives over doing so, was Kili. He quickly made his way over to the both of them and sat down on the bed as well, patting Nàin once on the leg before immediately looking down at the baby, which only caused Nàin to laugh as it was rather obvious who Kili cared more for in that particular moment.

"So tiny," smiled Kili.

"He didn't feel like it," joked Nàin, causing a blush to appear on both men's cheeks to which she chuckled again.

Thorin and Dis entered after all but one midwife had left, the old woman had to stay to make sure everything went alright and although she might not be the kindest, she was still smiling warmly as everyone cooed and awed at the baby.

Much to the baby's dismay, everyone wanted to hold him. Kili was first, eagerly having waited for Fili to ask.

"I'm going to teach him how to use a bow and arrow," had Kili said when he held Thor.

Dis has said nothing but incoherent words, having lost it at the sight of the blanket and her new grandson while Gloin, Dwalin, Oin, Ori and Bofur all praised Fili and Nàin for making such a beautiful baby.

"A true king, he will be," had Balin said, Dwalin having nodded in agreement.

Once it was Thorin's turn, mostly because he had been the last one to not have held the baby yet, he had seemed a little nervous. Though as Fili gently handed him Thornoid, Thorin had not been able to say no. Nàin watched as his eyes melted at the sight of the baby and a smile appeared on his lips which they had not seen since the day Bilbo had finally been accepted into the company by Thorin. That smile had never really returned for Thorin even after everything had settled down and it warmed Nàin's heart to see it back on his lips. It warmed her heart even more to know that it was his son which had caused that smile to return.

"What is his name?" asked Thorin, looking up at Fili who glanced back at Nàin.

"Thornoid," they said together, in unison.

Bells began to ring from outside and Balin clasped his hands together; "It has been a long time since those bells rang."

"Aye," said Thorin. "The bells of Durin."

"What are they for?" asked Kili, still sitting on the bed.

"They only ring when a son of Durin has been born," said Thorin, another smile gracing his lips. "Which is the case now."

The faint sound of cheering and clapping could be heard suddenly in between each of the rings and Nàin exchanged a confused look with Fili and Kili. Kili stood up, walking over to the window and gasping at the sight he saw.

"What? What is it?" asked Nàin.

"It's the city of Dale," he said, looking back at Nàin and Fili. "They're all outside."

"Aye, another old custom I have not been able to see for so long," said a slightly teary-eyed Balin, joining Kili by the window. "The city is celebrating the birth of the child. This is truly a remarkable day."