Thorin felt as though the weight of all the world weighed on his shoulders. The day had been particularly exhausting. His grandfather´s condition had become worse, his state of mind befuddled. Thrain had taken his eldest son aside to remind him once more of the responsibility that lay now predominantly with them. Thror was in need of his son and grandson more than ever. Thorin had received ambassadors, had counselled with advisors and taken on a great load of paperwork. As if that all had not been enough, everybody, starting with his father and continuing to every single soul he had met the day, had asked him curiously about what had happened to his nose. His grumbled explanation of having had a training accident went well with most. But Frerin, this blasted bastard, with his "good connections" to the serving maids of the palace, had of course heard about the incident with the bloodied sheets and counted two and two together. It would not have been Frerin if he had not "accidentally" have slipped a comment or two about his brother´s preference of "training" with maidens in his bedroom, earning Thorin insinuating remarks by his friends. Especially Bofur had taken on the story all too well and had not missed one chance on teasing Thorin. In another life he might have laughed along with them, but given his circumstances, it brought him even more on edge. Dis he had not seen the whole day and started to wonder how she was. It was late now that he had finally time for the task he had set himself in the morning.
Tired though he was, he sat down on reading old records of his family. He was not sure what he expected to find. Thinking reasonably, he could not imagine anybody in his right mind to have written down incestuous relations, even if they had occurred. He sighed heavily, a hand resting on his forehead. Where was this all leading? Lost in his thoughts he started as someone laid a hand on his shoulder. When he turned he looked into the friendly eyes of Balin. "Ay there, laddie... why are ye chewin´ thru ol´ records?" "I was just interested..." "Somethin´ s troublin´ ye, doesn´t it? Pray tell, i can´ see it in ye face." Balin made on sitting across from him, his wise eyes never leaving Thorin´s. "It´s ye grandfather, isn´ it?" Thorin, grateful for offered explanation of why he was reading the old books, nodded. "Don´ worry yeself too much... ye are young... ye should be more cheerful." "It´s not so easy, Balin. I´m confronted with it every day. And I´m afraid..." he swallowed, "afraid of, that is, afraid that this mental illness is something that runs through our family." Balin regarded him long before he spoke again. "Ye should not think on that or it will drive ye mad. Ye have a good friends and wonderful siblings. Let them help ye come on less gloomier ideas." With that he stood and made for leaving the room but turned once more, again clasping Thorin´s shoulder. "I wanted to say laddie... I´m very glad that ye and ye sister are gettin´ along better these days. All those years she has tried to get ye attention. Talk with her about ye troubles... women are much more un´erstandin´ and insightful. Let her take care of ye, will ya?" Thorin´s pulse started to race. If Balin knew in what way Dis took care of him, the poor dwarf´s magnificent beard would roll up, twist around and fall out! But he smiled at his friend nevertheless. "I´ll consider your advice." With that Balin squeezed his shoulder one more time and left. Soon after, Thorin left the library as well. He would not find anything useful anyway. And he had decided to heed Balin´s advice. After looking carefully that nobody saw, he made for his sister´s room.
After entering and barring the door behind him, he took in the chamber and saw that Dis was already in her bed, seemingly asleep. He smiled and strode over, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She must have felt the movement, for she turned around and blinked at him drowsily. Her lips arched into a smile. "Thorin... I thought you would not come..." She held out her hand towards him and he slipped in beside her. "I wanted to see you... " he said, gently caressing her hair. "What an awful day that was. But Balin advised me on talking with you about my troubles and problems." A wicked grin started to creep over his face as he planted a kiss on her nose. "Did he?" sighed Dis, looking up at her brother. "He did..." He kissed her lips. "Well, if Balin says so..." She kissed him back, her hands tangled in his hair. Thorin moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Yes, that was what he had wanted all day long. He grabbed her breasts desperately, kneading them with his large hands, something she seemed to approve of, given the sounds that escaped her. He reached down between her thighs, softly caressing her there, causing her to shiver and arch her back. He watched her face as he slowly worked his fingers in and out, revelling in the sight, her brow that started to glisten with sweat, her lips parting, her eyes closing, her skin reddening. Kissing her hungrily, he stopped his ministrations and began undoing his pants. Dis had grown impatient by then and he fumbled far too long with the strings of his trousers for her taste. Rolling her eyes she made for helping him and soon his cock was free of the silly fabric. She stared at it, the memories of last night still vivid, and she knew she wanted it inside her again. Thorin in the meantime had not been idle and rid himself of his tunic and Dis followed his example. She reached out and grabbed his member, making him moan loudly. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, experimenting, slowing down, speeding up, running a thumb over the sensitive head. All the while she watched her brother intently, studying his reactions to her doings. Thorin growled and moaned, the pressure building in his loins, his breath quickening. She was indeed a little teaser! Mahal, and she learned quickly! Dis was fascinated by the control she seemed to have over him and to say it turned her on was an understatement. Soon she felt her fingers moisten with his precum and a familiar throbbing between her legs. She gave his length one last stroke and made for lying on her back when he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her on top of him, spreading her legs with his thigh. That was new to her and she was not quite sure what to do now. Looking at Thorin questioningly, he brought his hands to her hips and lifted her over the top of his cock, slowly letting her down again. She felt the tip enter her and a shiver ran through her immediately. She let herself sink down completely, eliciting a low grumble from her brother and a sigh from herself as she felt him stretching her. Looking down on him, she saw him cock an eyebrow at her and he encouraged her, with his hands still on her hips, to move. Dis was a bit awkward and clumsy at first but , with Thorin´s help, found a steady and smooth rhythm, then. Soon she felt the pressure building in her belly and a warmth spreading from her mid upwards to chest and down her legs. She heard Thorin´s breath come in ragged gasps and he started thrusting upwards into her. He sat up and embraced her, kissing her and running his hands all over her soft skin, all the while bucking his hips. Dis was close now, speeding up her movements and raking his shoulders. She let out sharp, small cries and arched her neck. Thorin bit into the exposed skin below her ear and with two more thrusts he felt her clench around him and her body shudder. He heard himself growl into her neck, felt the sweat that had built between their bodies. He could not hold on longer. Crushing his sister to his chest he let go, letting out a bark, grabbing her neck and thrusting erratic. Whispering his name, she dug her nails into his arms and he finally spent himself inside her. He fell back onto the mattress, taking her along with him. They lay like this for some time, her face nestled in the crook of his neck, his hands roaming her back, both panting heavily.
It was Thorin who first found his voice again. "Now that I think on it, I completely forgot to ask you about your day." "Mhm, true..." was all he got back from his sister. "So, how was your day?" he asked, his voice taking on an official manner. Dis had to laugh heartily, lifting her head so she could look into his eyes. "Well, brother, if you must know, my day was not very eventful when it comes to what I did. However, there have been some silly encounters." "Silly encounters?" "Yes, first was Bofur who ran into me, telling me a fine story about you having a "training accident" in your bedroom." Thorin groaned at this. "Second, my mother asked me if I was alright, as I somehow had to giggle without any motivation during lunch, which you missed. When I answered that I was absolutely fine, she meant she knew what was the matter." Now Thorin looked at her curiously. Dis continued in her matter-of-factly tone. "She took me aside afterwards and asked me in this fraternising tone whether a young dwarf might have caught my eye. I just thought ´yes, indeed´ and told her I did not want to talk about such things." "Poor mother!" Thorin really felt bad. This was another thing that troubled his mind. His parents finding out about him and Dis was something he dreaded beyond anything else. "Then, at dinner, which you also missed, Frerin came up with the same story as Bofur before, about you and your nose and so on... He wondered who this mysterious woman might be that had knocked you out, and I told him I knew, but that I promised to you not to tell anybody." Thorin eyed her suspiciously. His sister certainly had an easier way to cope with all that. "At this, he looked quite disappointed and complained that he felt excluded by us. Mother only confirmed his whining in saying that, although she was happy that you and I came along so well at the moment, she also felt we were shutting out Frerin. That made me almost giggle again, for I had to think on what she would say if we indeed ´included´ Frerin in our doings." At this Thorin snorted loudly. "I guess she wouldn´t want that." But although his tone was light, his heart was heavy. He felt as though he betrayed them all. They lay still for some time, listening to other one´s heartbeat. Finally, Dis reached out to touch Thorin´s nose which made him wince. It still hurt a lot. "Don´t be so snivelling, I just wanted to have a look!" she scolded him. "Yes, mother! Have you finished your examination now?" "Don´t you ever call me that!" "Don´t you ever treat me like that!" They stared at each other for a few seconds before breaking out into laughter. "Look at us!" Dis exclaimed. Thorin caught her in a hug and pressed her towards his chest, grinning widely. Whatever may happen in the future, he decided not to think about it now. And again he thanked Balin silently for his advice, for indeed, his sister had helped him out of his dark thoughts, if only for a while and in a different way than his old friend had meant.