Here's the next one guys! I really like this one, especially the last part. Here's a hint about it: it's Bagginshield.
Leona2016: I'm glad you liked the three previous chapters! Dís might actually do it if Dain doesn't back off, and it's hilarious to imagine Bolg playing with dolls and action figures. I'm still confused how the chapter with the Library is one of your favorite as I don't know how they work in the first place, but if you like it, I'm not gonna question you.
As for the last two prompts given to me, they'll need a little bit more time as they're a bit harder to edit, so please don't expect the first of the two within the next two days. The other will follow two-three days after, hopefully.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit. If I did, Thorin would insist on me doing a training regimen as a 'role model' for the younger ones. And frankly I don't want that as I have, like, zero stamina.
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I.
"Alright, lads, tighten your hands around the handle of your sword but not too tight or too loose, like this," Thorin instructed, adjusting his nephews' grips after showing them how to hold the blade properly. "If your grip is too loose, it will get knocked out of your hands in two seconds flat. However, if it's too tight, it will be just as easy to lose your weapon. We can't have that in battle; no one will wait for you to pick up your sword. Remember, grip the handle just right, as comfortable as you can get it without losing the sword."
"But, Uncle, why do I get a wooden sword when Fee gets a real one?" the more troublesome of the duo (not true, Fíli was just as troublesome as Kíli but with more tact and restraint) whined while the blond snickered behind his hand.
Thorin sighed. He knew it would eventually come to that but he futilely hoped it would come later. Much, much, later. "Because, Kíli, you could get hurt."
The ex-prince didn't trust his sister-son enough to properly hold a real sword. Dís would skin him alive over a pot of boiling water if any of her sons, especially the baby of the family, got hurt. However, Thorin didn't want to deal wit two whining dwarflings. Therefore, Kíli got a wooden sword while the older brother got a Man's knife, which was just as long but not as heavy and strong as a Dwarven sword.
"Fíli had done this at your age as well, Kíli. Do not forget that. And seeing as he has more... expertise in blades than you do, I trust he will not hurt himself, accidental or on purpose," Thorin gave a pointed look at his blond nephew.
Fíli gave a sheepish nod as he hid his arm he injured the week before.
"Now, I will show you the proper stances you must learn else you will be knocked over."
II.
"Uncle!" the blond prince whined uncharacteristically – that was usually Kíli's job. "How many times do we have to practice this?"
'This' was a set of stances the two royals were required to learn before turning to the next part of their training. That piece of news didn't go well with the two younglings.
"Until you can do it naturally," came the curt reply.
Fíli spluttered in protest, "But we've done this a thousand times! How are stances gonna help us in a real battle anyway?"
Kíli nodded along to his big brother's words.
The brunet crossed his arms. "How do you know what a real battle is, Fíli? You are just 37; you are far too young to know what it is like. Has Dwalin been telling you things he shouldn't?"
"Nuh-uh," Kíli lied for the two of then as he fidgeted with his hands and looked away. Fíli also looked nervous.
"Fine then, Fíli. If you insist on saying you don't need to perfect your stances, spar with me. I will be the judge if you are ready or not," Thorin gave the blond a serious look (not that he wasn't always serious), changing his sword for a wooden one.
WHAP! "Your arm isn't strong enough." WHAP! "Few more inches on the left, Fíli, and maybe you won't stumble next time." WHAP! "Have you forgotten everything I thought you about blocking?" WHAP! "Where is your sense of balance?"
"Okay, okay, I get it!" the stubborn prince groaned after five minutes of the lesson. "I need more practice."
"Good. Do not forget that again," Thorin stared at his two nephews.
They rapidly nodded.
"I am just being hard on the both of you because stances is one of the core parts of training. I've seen many good Dwarrows fall because of one tiny mistake in their stances and I do not want any of you two to make that mistake. Do you understand?" Thorin softened his eyes and tone when he saw that they looked miserable, especially his eldest nephew.
Fíli nodded solemnly while Kíli looked up in awe.
"Now, practice your stances again. I want them to be second nature to the both of you."
They both groaned out loud, Fíli falling to the dusty ground.
III.
Kíli scowled as he, once again, hit the target with suspicious accuracy. Fíli clapped hard from where he was while Thorin looked half-proud and half-constispated.
"That was great, Kee! You actually hit the bullseye! You're so much better than I was when I started archery. It took me months to hit the center!"
Thorin hummed. "You have quite an affinity for archery, Kíli. That is surprising in itself."
The brunet scowled harder, though to any other he was simply pouting rather cutely. "That's the pint, Uncle! I don't want to have an affe – aphime – affinity for this!" He waved around the bow and arrow he had in his hands.
"And why not?" The older dwarf raised an eyebrow while Fíli looked highly confused. "I would have thought you would be proud to have such a skill."
"It's not a Dwarf's weapon! It's an Elf's! I don't want to be teased for using a bow. It's bad enough I don't have a beard like Fee!" Kíli swiped at the tears that welled up in his eyes against his will.
The blond immediately threw down his weapon (making Thorin winced at the loud crash), rushed to his brother, and gave him a big hug when he saw Kíli in misery. Their uncle followed.
"Shh, shh. Don't listen to those idiots. I'll beat them up for you, yeah?" Fíli whispered into Kíli's ear. "You'd like that, yeah?"
"Yeah!" The brunet giggled softly, tears stopping for the moment.
Thorin sat down on the ground, not minding the fact he got dirt on his clothes, and pulled his sister-sons onto his lap.
"Kíli, I have to admit that most Dwarrow don't use the bow, but," he stressed when he saw his nephew's face fall. "I know several Dwarrows that use that weapon, and we're marvelous at it. One of then was your father."
"Our – our father?" Fíli and Kíli looked awestruck to hear that fact.
"Yes, Víli was quite an amazing archer. And let me, Dís, Dwalin, anyone, tell you: he was one of the manliest dwarves around," Thorin smiled at how Kíli brightened up. "He didn't stop archery just because people told him it was a girly weapon. The same for his knives."
Kíli grinned. "Alright! I'll do it! I'll do archery to honor Adad!"
"You can do it!" Fíli cheered as Kíli shot up and picked up his fallen weapon. He followed. "I'll honor Adad by using knives! I know I can do it too!"
Thorin just smiled as he stood up.
IV.
The king pinched his nose bridge as he sighed heavily, watching his sister-sons make fools of themselves. They were supposed to be sparring with their swords, under his supervision of course, but it somehow turned into a tickling match when Fíli knocked Kíli's sword out of his hands.
For a few more minutes, Thorin watched the two before silently turning and walking out of the training grounds. Let them have their fun but may Mahal be with them when their mother hears of their antics.
Thorin felt no pity for his nephews when it will inevitably happen. They were the ones to get themselves into the situation.
V.
"No, no, no, Master Baggins! That is not the proper way to hold a sword!" Thorin scowled heavily as the blond Hobbit fumbled with his letter opener. From across the clearing, the other Dwarrows were watching. "And with that stance, you are left wide open for any enemy to take you done. As well as your grip!"
"Well, then, show me how!" the grocer gasped in exasperation (and possibly he was out of breath).
"Fine!"
Thorin stomped towards the Burglar. He didn't care to notice the looks on the other Company members, specifically his nephews, as he situated himself behind the Burglar.
He also ignored how the slight being felt like and his (frankly adorable, SHHH not a word) 'eep!' as he pulled the Hobbit closer to him. He reasoned with his thoughts that it was for the best, because then he could have access to the Burglar's body.
Not in that way, of course! Just the arms! Thorin opted to ignore his mind for anything to do with the Hobbit unless it included the current training.
"Ahem," Thorin cleared his throat, hands grasping the grocer's wrists, essentially hugging him. "Arms need to be in front of you, wrists ready to turn in either direction. Your hands need to be firm enough," He wrapped his hands around the other's, squeezing them to emphasize how hard he should hold the letter opener (he couldn't help but notice how small and frail his hands were or how smooth his skin was). "As for your legs, it should be like this," Leaving the blond's arms alone (after making sure it stayed like that), he gripped his hips (ignoring the other's yelps) and turned it sideways. Thorin also nudged his legs apart with his own so that he wouldn't fall from a slight push.
When he was finally satisfied with the Burglar, he stepped away (once again ignoring the twinge in his heart) and nodded. He called, "Dwalin! Help the burglar! I am needed in other useful matters!" He couldn't help but notice the red blush on both of their cheeks, and that scared him. He needed to distance himself before he could get too attached.
Though he did send a glare to his nephews when one whispered, rather audibly, to the other, "He knows he could have done it without that much contact, right?"
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Shadow: That was something, huh?Fíli: Yup.
Kíli: Why did I have to cry in the third part? That was not manly at all!
Fíli: But you did, Kee. I remember that vividly.
Shadow: Do you even know what that word means, Fíli?
Fíli: Of course! It means 'really detailed,' right?
Shadow: Just checking, Goldie.
Fíli: Hey!
Thorin: Geek! *stomps in* How dare you make me act like that with the Burglar?! *points finger at my face*
Shadow: *innocent* Act like what, Thorin? You were just helping Bilbo with fighting.
Thorin: Don't play coy, Geek! You know what I mean!
Kíli: I think you actually wanted to be that close to Master Boggins.
Fíli: I have to agree, Uncle.
Thorin: Don't be absurd.
Shadow: It's so amusing to see you with Bilbo. I ship it!
Thorin: Grr! *stomps away*
Shadow: Bye!