Training with Wooden Swords:
Thorin knocked the snow off his boots as he entered, "Dis? It's me."
"I noticed," she smiled as her brother shook the offending flakes out of his hair, pulling his little sister into a hug.
"Where are the boys? The town I visited had these excellent noise makers," Thorin grinned, "I thought they would appreciate them for the Durin's day celebration."
"And I'm sure they won't use them at all before then," Dis rolled her eyes, giving her brother's shoulder a brisk slap, "I'm not sure where they are right now. Probably in the back with those damned swords Bifur made them."
Thorin's eyes widened, "Swords?"
"Wooden, no real harm. Lots of bruises, especially since Kili can't seem to block his left for whatever reason. You'll need to teach him to fix that," Dis gave a slow smile, "Not for a few years yet though. He's barely old enough to be holding a weapon, even if it is only wood."
Her brother nodded mutely, "I'll go check for them then."
"Be careful, the last time I startled them, Fili threw his sword at me," she called, and Thorin grunted in acknowledgement
He made his way down the hallway, surprised backwards when the back door burst open. Two boys tumbled inside, smacking at each other with sticks and tracking snow everywhere.
"Ouch, Fee!" Kili attempted to duck under a blow swung by his brother, but was unsuccessful and the sword wacked him across the arm.
"Too slow!" the blonde sang, darting out of rang as his brother stabbed out towards him.
An intense look of concentration passed over the youngest's face and then suddenly he was ducking under Fili's stick, hitting him across the stomach twice before the blonde kicked at his brother and the two went tumbling into Dis' bedroom.
"Boys-" Thorin called, but was interrupted by a colossal crash.
"Fili and Kili, I swear if you've pulled down my nice drapes again…" Dis' voice echoed from the kitchen.
Fili stuck his head around the door frame, "Didn't do anything, promise!"
He then disappeared.
Thorin stood out in the hallway, an eyebrow raised as he listened to hushed whispers of "No, it doesn't go there!" "Don't hit me with that," and "Hurry!" drifted out towards him.
"Do you need any help?" the dark-haired dwarf asked.
"No thanks Uncle," the two chorused.
When Thorin walked in a few heartbeats later, despite strong protests, he called to his sister, "Well, they didn't knock down the drapes!"
"Good!" Dis answered.
He stared down at his little nephews, fighting to keep the smile off his face as he watched them struggle to put the dresser drawers back into position, clothes scattered across the floor.