Kili paced back and forth in front of the his chambers doors, yanking at his hair every time a pained cry came from the other side.

"Kili, calm down. If you keep at it the way you're going, you won't have any hair left by the time the babe arrives," Fili murmured, grabbing his brother by the shoulders, and offering him a reassuring smile.

"But she's been in there for hours, Fili! Hours! And I have no idea how she's doing because Oin kicked me out because I was stressing Ori out! The only thing that's letting me know that things are still progressing are the pained cries of my wife while she's bringing our babe into the world without me!" The prince sucked in a heaving breath, clutching to his brother's tunic as if his life depended on it. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, his hair disheveled, and his entire body trembled, giving him the appearance of a mad man.

Fili pulled his brother into a tight embrace, rubbing circles on the brunette's back in hopes of comforting him, at least a little. "Hush, now. I'm sure everything is going fine. Oin would have let you back in, if something had gone wrong, you know that. And mother already explained to you, both of you, that her labor would probably be a long, and painful time. But she came out of it just fine. Twice, even. Trust Oin, and especially Ori. Have faith."

Kili wheezed into his brother's shoulder, clutching at him tightly and squeezing his eyes shut as another wail echoed from inside the room. He paused when it was followed shortly by the sound of a baby crying. The young prince pulled away from his brother, moving to stand closer to the door, his fingers outstretched to touch it, but frozen, as if he were afraid that he was simply hearing things.

"I think, perhaps, it is time for you to go greet the newest member of our family," FIli hummed with a soft smile, gently propelling Kili forward as he opened the chamber door.

"Ah. There ye are, laddie. Come say hello to your daughter," Oin said with a grin.

Kili stood dumbstruck in the doorway for a good long minute while Oin finished cleaning up his daughter, stumbling forward after a nudge from Fili to take the freshly cleaned and swaddled baby into his arms. He swallowed back tears, grinning down at the wrinkly red face of his daughter. He bounced her gently in his arms as she began to fuss, finally looking up when a light groan came from the bed.

"Don't I get to see her? I did sort of just spend a rather exorbitant amount of time pushing her out of my body," Ori's scratchy voice grumbled, making Kili grin even harder, if that was possible. He slowly crossed the room, carefully handing Ori their babe, before scrambling around the other side of the bed to climb on and cuddle up next to his wife.

"C'mon. Let's leave 'em be for now," Oin grumbled to Fili, who simply nodded and followed the old healer out, taking it upon himself to go tell the others that the babe had finally made herself known to the world.

"She's beautiful," Kili cooed, allowing his daughter to wrap her tiny pudgy fingers around one of his own.

Ori simply chuckled weakly, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she shifted their daughter so she could feed. "I should hope so. Hopefully she'll take more after me, than you," she teased, smirking cheekily at the prince.

Kili gasped, before laughing and pressing a quick kiss to Ori's head. "I hope so, too. Well, that's a lie, because if she takes after you, then I'm going to have to be beating suitors off with a stick once she becomes of age."

"Probably even before that," Ori hummed, "Dori had suitors knocking on our door back in Ered Luin when I was probably only around fifty. Poor bastards got throttled but good by Nori, of course, once Dori was finished thrashing them verbally. But, still. Keep a stick handy."

"It's definitely a good thing she has the family she does. If your brothers don't scare suitors away, I can just threaten to have them locked up or executed for hurting my little girl," Kili hummed, causing Ori to snort loudly in amusement.

"Just remember, love, she is allowed to fall in love. Don't become my brother, all right?"

Kili scrunched his nose up at being compared to Dori, of all dwarves, before sighing and resting his head on Ori's shoulder as their daughter finished eating her fill, and began to babble as she drifted off to sleep.

"What shall we name her?" Ori finally whispered, stroking her fingers carefully over the babe's head, sighing happily at the faint wisps of soft brown hair.

"I was thinking, perhaps, either Alfífa or Fríða for her second name. I thought you'd perhaps like to give her her first name yourself and tell me after you give it to her," Kili offered, nuzzling into Ori's shoulder.

The red head hummed for a moment, before nodding a little. "I think I like Fríða. I'll let you know her first name later."

Kili nodded, snuggling back in to his wife's shoulder, the new family drifting off into peaceful slumber.