020: Love
Dis loves her children.
Dis loves her children, as difficult as that might be sometimes.
She loves her golden-maned Fili, whose hair and nose remind her so much of Avnor, but whose serious tone reminds her of Thorin when he recounts his latest lessons with Mister Balin, or that Mister Dwalin wants him using two swords. She loves his focus as he watches her swing hammer at anvil, and she is more than proud when he swears someday to be a smith like Ama and wear the silver beads of her guild. She loves that, for all his talent and responsibility, it's Avnor's tenderness she sees in his eyes, even if he knew his father for less than five years.
It's the tenderness, she thinks, that will make him a great king someday.
And she loves Kili, whose looks are solely Durin. Kili, who isn't old enough for lessons yet but brings her feathers and mud-cakes and smiles hopefully for her approval. Kili, who seems to have inherited Frerin's mind for mischief and usually ends up tracking mud through the front hall or breaking things.
Dis loves her children, and as she kisses them for bed they giggle at the scratchiness of her beard.