Word Count: 262
Written For: kilifan13
Title: Thoughts on Nephews
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Thorin looked at his sleeping sister-sons. He hadn't yet figured out how they could be so adorable and yet so troublesome, but he figured that that was the least of his worries.
Looking at the two boys, he could see the great potential they both had. As they were still young they often expended that energy in troublemaking, but Thorin could tell that once they settled down a little they could channel it into learning the art of fighting.
Or, Thorin reflected, Fili could. He wasn't sure that Kili could ever possibly settle enough to have the patience needed to learn to wield a weapon. Even now, when they were both troublemakers, Kili was more of the one who enacted the schemes-the more level-headed Fili thought them out, and also thought of ways to get them out of trouble.
Tipping his head, Thorin had to admit that he could see much of himself and his brother Frerin in his two nephews. Thror had despaired of his two grandsons, not knowing how either of them could ever take the throne, even after both himself and his son Thrain had passed away, leaving the throne of Erebor open for the elder, Thorin, to claim.
Thinking back on how he and his brother had matured, Thorin nodded. So maybe Kili would calm down. Fili clearly would.
Decades later, Thorin listened to his nephews teasing the hobbit, their burglar, about wargs and orcs, and shook his head just the smallest bit. So maybe his nephews hadn't completely matured. Oh, well.