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Special tradsie piece for tumblr user averil-of-fairlea! I encourage all of you dwarf enthusiasts to check her out because she is balls to the walls amazing and has the patience of a Saint!

Since I have no personal knowledge of child birth or anything of that sort, I used what my mother has told me of her experiences when she was in labor with me me. The dinner scene and bath scene is pretty much a recreation of what my mom went through. Except no Thorin...

So without further ado...

Thorin helps his wife give birth to their twins, Frerin and Rowan.

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Thorin slowly stopped feeding the young Thror and Thrain, leaving them to play in their mashed potatoes, and watched as his wife stopped eating and put her fork down for the umpteenth that night. She groaned in pain and he and their daughter Lily looked at her, concern clearly radiating from their eyes. She waved a hand at them and stood from the table, telling them it was nothing. The smaller ones, Thror and Thrain, were too busy smearing food on each other to notice their mother's aches. Thorin swiftly leapt up from his seat next to her to help her very pregnant form up, but she shook her head.

"I'm fine, Thorin." She started, already waddling to the door. "I'm just going to take a hot bath and the pain will go away in a short while. It helped last time." The huge oak doors closed behind her and Thorin quickly whispered to her handmaiden to follow her and make sure she made it to the hot springs safely. The quick pitter-patter of the handmaiden's feet shuffled to the door and Thorin sat down with a heavy sigh.

Since Oin had told the couple that they would be blessed with twins, Thorin became very nervous and protective over his queen. He would escort her places himself or if he couldn't do it, someone else HAD to be there with her. She was never allowed to be alone. Twins were rare amongst dwarves and Thorin wouldn't risk the chance of her getting hurt or even losing the twins.

"Papa?" Thorin snapped out of his worried thoughts and turned to his sweet daughter, who had appeared at her brother Thror's side and wiped his face clean of the creamy potatoes. A soft smile appeared on Thorin's face as Thrain whined at his sister for her attention, which she gladly gave to him, showering him with coos and raspberry kisses on his chubby cheeks.

"Yes Lily, my love? What is it?" Lily turns back to her father and looks up into his eyes, a slight frown on her face.

"Is mama going to be okay?"

"Of course she is, sweetling." He lays a large hand on her tiny shoulder and smiles at her, reassuring her the best he could. The reassurance was short-lived as the young handmaiden rushed into the dining hall, frantically pointing and incoherently shouting. "Mahal…don't tell me…" Thorin shot up out of his seat and rushed out of the hall, shouting to the handmaiden to watch over the children.

Thorin rushed to the baths, the members of the kingdom's staff giving him concerned looks as he flew by. He found his queen in one of the large hot springs, taking deep breaths and a very displeased, pained look on her face. She snapped her head to him as he slammed the door closed.

"Thorin," she started, as he knelt down and threw one of her arms over his shoulder. She pawed at his hand weakly, signaling him to release her. "Thorin, there's no time. You have to bring Oin here or else the twins will be born in the hallway."

"I cannot leave you alone while you are in labor! By the time I fetch Oin, the babes will have been born already!"

"Well then Thorin, you're going to have to play healer once more and deliver these babies if you won't fetch Oin."

"Then at least let me take you out of the water!" Thorin shouted in panic as he kicked off his boots, rolled up his sleeves, and hopped in the springs with her to carry her out. Water birth wasn't something he was ready to participate in at this moment in time. He grabbed every towel that was placed next to the spring and placed them under her body. She let out a scream of pain as she felt the first baby push its way down and she grabbed Thorin's hand, nearly crushing his bones and breaking him away from his panic. "Love, I need to move down or else I won't be able to see the baby and he'll end up on the floor," he babbled at her, trying ever so gently to pry his hand away from her strong fingers.

He scooted to her feet and spread he legs wider. Looking down, he already saw a tiny head with thick black hair protruding from her body. She let out a scream and pushed, sending the infant out even more.

"Once more, my love! Nearly there!" She pushed as hard as she could and the wailing baby slid out and into Thorin's waiting hands. His queen leaned on her elbows, panting for air and hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. Thorin cooed words of love and praise to his wife as he pulled out his trusty blade from his belt and sliced the cord. He dunked one of the towels in the spring and cleaned off his newborn son.

"Oh…my little prince…" Tears ran down her cheeks as Thorin swaddled the little dwarfling in a fresh towel. The Queen held out her arms to hold her boy and Thorin carefully placed him in her arms.

The couple's heads lurched up as the door swung open, the handmaiden ushering Oin and a midwife in, with Thror and Thrain in her arms, and Lily timidly peeking from behind the handmaiden's skirts and tugging on them. A crowd had formed in the doorway and several subjects tried to peek to see if the royal twins had been born yet. As Oin strode into the baths, Thorin spoke as calmly as he could to Lily to shut the door, holding in his annoyance at the group outside. She nodded to her father, acknowledging his request and closed the heavy doors, giving her parent the privacy they needed.

"Looks like you've gone ahead without me once again, my lord," Oin chuckled, as he caught sight of the newborn in his queen's arms. Oin knelt down by Thorin and examined the queen. "My lady, you might want the midwife to hold the prince for you. The other one will be on its way shortly." The Queen took a deep breath to prepare herself for another bout and handed the baby to the dwarrowdam, giving him a kiss on his soft curls.

Shortly after the baby left her arms, a surge of pain cut through her lower abdomen and she let out a pained cry. Thorin was immediately by her side, holding her hand tightly and kissing and stroking her damp hair.

"It's alright," Thorin cooed, placing a soft kiss onto her forehead. "Everything will be okay." His queen buried her face into his shoulder and groaned loudly, squeezing his hand even harder. As Oin told her to push, a series of curses emitted from her lips and she looked up at Thorin, glaring at him.

"I hate you," she declared, panting and squeezing the life out of Thorin's hand. Thorin knew she didn't mean it and he chuckled softly at her, pecking her on the lips.

"And I love you," he smiled. A weak smile formed on her face but quickly disappeared and was replaced by screams as she pushed once more. Crying quickly filled the room again as the second prince entered the world. The Queen relaxed slightly in Thorin's waiting arms and watched as Oin cut the cord and left to clean the newest prince. Oin came back with a swaddled and whimpering baby boy and he placed him in Thorin's arms while the midwife handed her the now sleeping boy.

The King and Queen gazed lovingly at their new twin boys. The Queen wept and placed soft kisses all over her child's delicate face as Thorin cradled the other boy. The sound of Oin clearing his throat interrupted the tender scene and both Thorin and his Queen shifted their attention to him.

"Have you thought of names for the little ones, my Queen?" The Queen looked down at the child in her arms and gently stroked his smooth, plump cheeks and his tiny nose with her fingertip.

"This one. Rowan. For my father." She looked up at Thorin and saw a wide smile on his face, completely approving of her choice.

"Fine name for a prince, my Queen," Oin said, smiling softly at the couple. "What of the other prince," he inquired, as a happy shriek came from the bundle in Thorin's arms. Thorin stared at his son, eyes full of pride.

"Your brother, Thorin. We should name him after your brother," the Queen suggested. Thorin wept openly now. It was all too perfect. "Thorin?" His wife's soft voice brought him back and he placed a kiss upon her lips.

"It's perfect, my love. Frerin and Rowan, sons of Thorin. It's all perfect."