This chapter idea comes from Scribe of Erebor. Thank you so much.
Also, someone asked if there was any art work that went along with this story. Since I am not able to draw a straight line to save my life and have managed to fail art (it's bad, I mean, who manages to fail art?) I had to answer in the negative. But, it got me thinking. There are a lot of really good artists out there. (I know, the majority of my friends are like Michelangelos...how annoying is that?) So, if any .of you are willing to draw pictures to go along with this story, I would totally love you. So, please think about this
Kili and Fili had both ignored a formidable enemy when they were planning their pranks. They knew not to prank certain dwarves. But they failed to realize that there were some dwarves who were able too pull a prank. (Not as good as the brothers, of course, but capable of pulling a prank on someone else as well.) So, when they went to bed, they never thought that they were in any danger. They slept on either side of Thorin and during that time, anyone looking at the three would be shocked by the peace surrounding them. It was the only time Thorin looked completely calm and not like a king on a mission. It was the only time Kili didn't look as if he was up to something. (Well, he always looked like he was laughing about something that only he knew, but when he was sleeping this look didn't inspire the same emotions in the others as it did when he was awake.) And it was the only time that Fili didn't look slightly worried by his brother. (Because, even if he was in on the prank, he always thought that Kili would take it too far.) This beautiful and touching scene didn't stop the other dwarf from setting up to give the two younger dwarves a nice good morning surprise. If ever asked, the dwarf would deny the cat-ate-the-canary grin that was stretched across his face.
Unfortunately, during the night, the three shifted positions. Thorin managed to sprawl across the area the three of them had occupied. Fili and Kili were still lying on either side of Thorin, but they were well out of the danger zone. And when it was time for them to wake up, it was Thorrin who tripped not one, but two wiires, and it was not one but two buckets of water that fell on him.
All Dwalin had to say in his defense as he looked at the once more dripping king off Erebor, who's eyes matched the fires of Smaug was, "You stank." Thus, the next rule.
No one will bring water within ten feet of Thorin, without his express permission.
Okay, now for the AU. As usual, read and review with suggestions. Also, as mentioned up above, if anyone could draw any pictures for this story, I would love you forever. No, seriously. FOREVER.
