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A/N: NO FLAMES! Not accepted.
Chapter Twelve – Wedding
Karla looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed heavily. She tilted her head to one side and worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
"You look beautiful if it helps." She jumped at the deep rumble and turned to see Thorin standing at the doorway.
"Uncle! I could have been dressing!" Karla said startled.
"I asked Dis, she said you were just waiting on her to return with your circlet." Thorin said stepping into the room, "you look beautiful. Your father, he'd be so proud of you." Thorin rested his hands on her shoulders. Karla was a spitting imagine of Frerin in every way. She had his height – Durin's were always slightly taller – his hair colour and his eyes. Thorin had hurt whenever he used to look at her. Now…he was proud of her.
"I know I was never truly yours but you were my father in every way for all intents and purposes." Karla said, allowing herself a smile.
"Mama…" Both turned at the voice and they saw Kíli wandering in with a tiny child in his arms.
"Oh my baby," Karla took the child in her arms turned both of them to look again in the mirror.
"Pwetty," Frerin said tugging on one of his mother's curls. She smiled and turned to look at Kíli.
"Well, cousin? What do you think?" She asked. Kíli looked her up and down, smiled and nodded at her slowly.
"You look beautiful Cousin." He said, "Fíli won't know what hit him." Karla giggled.
"Frerin, go back to Kíli. Mama will see you later ok?" The child looked uncertain but seemed content to be in his Uncle's arms. Thorin smiled and all occupants looked up when someone cleared their throat.
"I leave you for 5 minutes and the whole Kingdom comes to see their Princess in her wedding dress." Dis said holding a delicate gold and silver circlet in her hands. Karla's circlet had been polished until it shone like stars and Dis carefully placed it on her niece's head and then stepped back to admire her work.
"Well…it's not good, Mother." Kíli said, making Karla frowned heavily at him and Dis turned sharply to scowl at him, "it's beautiful." He clarified. Dis gave him an approving smile and Karla's frown faded to a smile.
"Shall we?" Thorin held out his hand to Karla, as her Uncle and her King he would lead her out and into the hall where the ceremony would take place. Fíli would be waiting anxiously for the doors to open, he wanted this and Karla was ready.
The Ceremony went with only one hitch. Frerin had wriggled free on Kíli's grip and crawled up to his parents, requesting to be picked up by his mother. Biting her lip Karla was able to get Frerin back to Kíli who held just a little tighter despite the whimpers from the child. Afterwards Karla was allowed to go and change out of her wedding dress to dress in a fine silk gown that was more suited of a married woman and for the feast. She was also bequeathed her son who wouldn't stop squirming in his Uncle's arms.
"He's a wriggler." Kíli complained, Karla laughed.
"Get used to it, we may have more yet." Karla told him.
"You're not…" He asked, hoping she'd say yes.
"I'm not sure. I've told Fíli but I am not sure." She said, "I will have Óin check in the morning."
"If you come out of your room tomorrow at all." Kíli joked but Karla scowl was saying he went too far.
"I will hit you Kíli. If only to make Frerin laugh I will hit you." Karla said. But stopped by an arm coming around her waist and a kiss being pressed to her temple.
"It's disturbing seeing how well you calm her down, Brother." Kíli said with a frown.
"I could calm you down with just a look, Kee. Why not an embrace and a kiss for my wife?" Fíli said, gifting a kiss to Frerín's forehead too. Kíli couldn't deny his brother his happiness and most of the Dwarves in the chamber didn't want to either. Giving the newlyweds their space.
"It seems our son wants his Uncle bruised, My Love." Karla said.
Fíli raised an eyebrow at his brother, "How is that?"
"He's a wriggler." Kíli snapped, causing Karla to scowl at him once more, "My apologies…sister." Kíli said, letting the word fall and settle in the air for a moment, before Karla wrapped a free arm around Kíli's shoulders and brought him close for an embrace.
Karla and Fíli lay side-by-side later that night, Fíli's hand playing with Karla's curls as she tried desperately to stay awake in the aftermath of their love-making. Fíli had always been jealous of Karla's long curls. Their hair may be the same colour and now the length was the same, but her curls were gorgeously soft and fell just right.
"I love you, Karla. So very much. More you will ever know," He whispered pressing a kiss to her temple.
She smiled turning onto her side, "And I you, Fíli. My Prince. With every fibre of my very being." She replied to the kiss. Not long after the newlyweds fell asleep in their lovers embrace, desperately loving the other with everything they had. Their kisses weren't just kisses anymore. They were promises and the promise was of an everlasting love that was unbreakable. An everlasting love that would never be torn apart not even by death. A promise that both of them would rather die than let anything happen to the other or their little bundle of joy. And that the King and the youngest prince not to mention every dwarf that had helped take back Erebor – would lay down their lives for the little family. It was just the way things like that work out. This was their little family unit with their son sleeping not 10 feet away in a tiny cot that Bofur had helped build.