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Chapter Twenty: More Important.

"People are starting to question how soon the wedding will be," Dís mused looking at her brother, it was early in the morning and she was having breakfast with Thorin; she had a lot of questions that needed answering. It had been two weeks since the betrothal had been announced and there was so much that needed doing; she wanted to get a head start before anything could distract from what was happening.

Thalia was coping with the sudden change in her status especially now that everyone seemed to know who she was and the story of her bravery was being told all around the mountain again. Thorin didn't respond to his sister's words, his eyes focused on the report that he had been handed and he frowned not happy with what he was hearing. Something was brewing in the south and Thorin could only imagine what that could mean for them in the mountain; these were dark times and they were clearly going to get darker.

"They also want to know how the line of succession is going to be affected," Dís continued wanting to know the answer for herself, she knew that with the presence of Samara and Theseus that her own children would be pushed back in the line. Fíli and Kíli had been Thorin's heirs for so long and most had come to accept that since Thorin had shown no interest in having children of his own until now. Thorin sighed setting down the report and turning his full attention to Dís doubting that his sister was going to shut up anytime soon; he had a lot of things that needed reading over and decisions that needed to be made.

"As my children, Samara and Theseus shall take their places first in line for the throne… should neither of them have children then the throne will pass to Fíli then Kíli," Thorin murmured knowing that it was a complicated situation. There was no easy way to do this and Thorin had talked long and hard with his council about this decision; it was a debate that had taken days to settle.

Dís nodded her head, she wasn't surprised that it had worked out this way and she was hopeful that the news would be greeted well when it came out; she knew that there would be a small group that would not take the news well. The twins were half-dwarf half-human, a fact that would unsettle this group of dwarves who would believe that the line of Durin should remain pure and not contain mixed blood.

"Samara and Theseus?" Dís asked setting down her knife and fork, she, herself, held no place in the line of succession because she was a woman and it surprised her to learn that her niece might have. Thorin nodded his head, he had thought long and hard about the decision and he knew that he couldn't give such an important position to Theseus without giving one to Samara. His daughter sat behind her younger brother in the line of succession for the throne and that was enough for Thorin; he was sure that maybe one day, he and Thalia might have another child when the time was right.

"That will certainly shake some feathers… but it's about time for a chance," Dís mused with a smile, she had never been given such a chance and if Thalia hadn't saved Thorin, Fíli and Kíli then the throne would have passed to Dain and skipping Dís. Thorin nodded his head, he didn't care what anyone else thought and he was relieved that the twins seemed to have settled into the educations much easier than he had through. Governess Kettra had done well since her appointment and Thorin held high hopes that the twins would be prepared for whatever came next.

"Have you given any thoughts about the dress that you will wear?" Dís asked looking at Thalia, she had come to visit the woman after she had finished her breakfast and she was sure getting started now would help them later. They were in the process of talking about the wedding and Dís was rather sure that the coming Durin's Day would be the one that Thorin would opt for to marry Thalia. Her brother seemed rather distracted with everything that was happening right now and Dís didn't blame him; there was a lot happening that they needed to be aware of.

Thalia had told them how a company had been assembled to destroy the ring of power and that the council had talked in length about the trouble that was brewing across Middle Earth. It had been worrying news and Dís could only imagine what was truly brewing in Mordor; she doubted that the battle would only affect those closest to the dark place.

"I hadn't really thought about it," Thalia admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, she wasn't entirely sure what she could expect for her own wedding when she was to marry Thorin. The ceremony would be dwarf and Thalia didn't entirely know what that would mean for her; she doubted that any of her own traditions would be worth crossing over. She'd never really paid much mind to the traditions of how people that she had known had used when they got married; none of them felt important enough to bring up now.

"Well what would you wear if you were back home?" Dís asked wanting Thalia to think about this, there was so much work that would need to be done to make this wedding perfect. A royal wedding hadn't taken place in Erebor since her parents had been married and even her wedding to Víli had been a rather quite affair since they had just lost the mountain.

"Usually women were white for the wedding…" Thalia explained not liking that idea at all, she just couldn't see herself wearing a white dress for her wedding day. It was never something that Thalia had thought about, she had never been one to think about her wedding when there was so much going on with her life; whatever she wore for her wedding would be judged by everyone. Already Thalia had noticed that the ladies of the court were watching her rather closely to see what sort of Queen she was going to be and if there was anything that they could do to follow her trend.

"That sounds boring… how about red?" Dís asked recalling her own wedding dress, she had worn a red dress with golden patterns on it; she had chosen that because it was her late husband's favourite colour and he said it made her blue eyes stand out. Her eyes moving to the ruby red material that she had brought with her, they needed to get this sorted before a seamstress was hired to style the dress that Thalia wanted. Thalia chewed on her lip, she eyed the red material that Dís was holding and she shook her head; she didn't like it and she didn't want something like that.

"Or a royal blue?" Dís suggested recalling a time when someone had mentioned that Thorin had been rather fond of Thalia wearing the colour. Her eyes looking for the material that she had brought with her in that colour, Dís was sure that there would be a colour here that Thalia would like and she had the entire morning with the woman to pick one.

"I don't want anything too bright," Thalia explained with a shake of her head, she didn't want to stand out more than she would and she knew that people would be watching her no matter what she opted to wear for her wedding. Dís raised an eyebrow at Thalia, she had a feeling that she was going to have to break her out of her shell before the wedding happened.

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