Hey guys. I'm back from two weeks of absence. Hehehe... Sorry about that. I had my Prom five days ago then the Skills two days after.

Let me explain. I assume everyone knows what the Prom is, so I won't explain that. The Skills is something my division of my school (we have like six divisions) do annually. There are ten teams and we compete against each other. Usually it follows the theme of our subjects, like making a movie trailer in filipino for Filipino and a speech choir for English. Stuff like that. The Skills lasted three days this year and everyone is tired.

But good news, we came in fourth place and I'm so happy! Especially since it's my sis' first time.

Thanks for the reviews, Leona2016 and Thilbo4Ever! I enjoyed reading them. Keep them up! As for my other readers, I'm not complaining but I seriously want to see other reviews too, even if it criticizes me. I would welcome it in fact. It would help me in seeing what I did wrong. Do I need to issue a challenge?

I wanted to try out Dís for once. This would be my first one for her and I never really focused on the Princess when I'm writing, so sorry if it's short and Dís is being out of character (or at least OOC compared to the stories that have her, the female version of Thorin). But, hey, the way I see it, she misses her husband very much.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit. If I did, Dís would totally join the Company and is as much help as Bilbo is in getting the Company out of trouble.

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I.

Dís saw Víli in Fíli every day. Her eldest son had her deceased husband's hair. That lovely hair which Dís combed and braided every single day until the day of his untimely death. It shone golden yellow in the sunlight, coppery in the torchlight, and a creamy color in the moonlight, just as Fíli's does.

(She loved waking up in the morning and seeing Víli's hair stuck in his face and mouth, covered with drool. Dís would giggle in amusement as she savored the peace in the morning until their offspring woke them up with their shouts for food.)

(Dís wanted to throw her hands in his hair, combing it with her fingers until it was the smooth and shiny hair it always was after a good combing. Víli always let her do it, unlike their eldest child. Fíli always fussed around.)

She wished she can see Fíli's mop of shiny golden hair on Víli's head one more time but Dís would just have to wait until it was her time. She wouldn't abandon her family like that. Never.

(She would never abandon her kin. They needed her with them and she can't get distracted. They needed shelter and food, not memories of their dead Prince Consort. She needed to bury the memories of her husband. Oh, how she wished she could.)

II.

She saw him in Kíli as well. The brunet had acquired his father's face and weapon choice. Kíli even had Víli's facial hair growth! Oh, the times the two complained about their beard.

(Dís remembered all the times he complained about how he didn't looked dwarven enough and how his beard didn't grow. She just laughed and told him to suck it up, it will grow and he looked like a dwarf, not a tree-shagger, before pulling him into a kiss.)

It made her smile whenever she has seen Kíli practicing every day with Víli's bow. His form was close to Víli's and carried the same confidence he did.

(He was so proud of his weapon, of how it was so different from all the typical dwarven weapons their kin had. She remembered watching him shoot target after target until he could hit the middle, and then she would have to bandage her foolish husband's hands afterwards as he beamed happily at her.)

III.

The ex-princess saw her husband every time Thorin would cook. If there was one thing Dís couldn't stand about Víli, it was his inability to cook. Yet, at the same time, it was endearing to taste all the (failed) dishes Víli made although Dís always made a point to throw away the dish (without Víli knowing, of course).

By Mahal, he burned water (and the house along with it one time)! All attempts either turned to inedible charred rocks or muck. And no matter what the other races say, they didn't eat rocks, nor would she allow them if she could do something about it.

That was why she always cooked instead of Víli and Thorin.

(They really are useless in the kitchen. Even her sons can cook something, even if it was as simple as soup and eggs. It boggled her mind a lot. Thorin, she can understand as he refused to do such girly things, thus never learning. But Víli was a commoner and how he always failed never stopped to confused her.)

IV.

Bofur, Fíli and Kíli's favorite sitter, had the same happiness and enthusiasm as Víli did. It made her happy that her boys (yes, Bofur counted as one of her boys as he was barely of age plus he certainly acted like one of her brood) had the same smile and kindness as her husband.

It warmed and pained her heart whenever she remembered the times her husband shared jokes over ale and played with their children when he wasn't working in the forges.

(He was rather good at the dirty jokes, despite balking at them when they first met. But apparently, a few drinks in, and he was like any other dwarf: rowdy and crude.)

Dís wished she could see it again, the smile and cheerfulness and brightness, just once more, on her husband's face.

V.

Dwalin reminded her so much of him… That strength, his loyalty, the fierceness and glint of craziness in battle… the underlying happiness hidden behind the gruffness... they were all so similar to Víli's traits.

Dwalin also had the same look in his eyes. The look he would give Dís whenever he thought the princess wasn't looking. The look Víli had every time she woke up in his arms.

(Dís wondered, if she had just moved on from Víli's death, would she have found happiness with the guard? Would she have a happy marriage with her best friend? Would her sons have a father, even just a step-father, to take care of them? She had seen how Dwalin interacted with them.

But it was too late. Years have passed and the Captain of the Guard had moved on to a scribe under his brother's teaching. And Dís had yet to stop grieving.)

Dís just couldn't stop thinking about her dear Víli. The Princess doubted she ever could.

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Shadow: *whispers* Er, I hope you like it, people. Dís can't join us today 'cause she's looking for me so she can strangle me. I'm currently hiding from the female royal.

Dís: Geek! Come out here now!

Shadow: *mutters* She even sounds like Thorin. I gotta go and hide some more; bye!