Here's the next chapter! Hope you like it!

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I have a Tolkien quote explanation at the end of the chapter, if you'd like to read that as well:)

They sat together, as one family.

"What do you want your mother to have, Fíli? A boy or a girl?" Thorin asked, his small nephew perched on one of his broad shoulders.

The child contemplated this for a long moment. "Hmmmm… A puppy!" He giggled.

Thorin chuckled. "Your mother cannot have puppies, Fíli. Only baby Dwarves. In a few weeks, you will have a new brother or sister. Which would you prefer?"

The five-year-old frowned. "I don't wanna baby brother or sister. I wanna puppy." He folded his arms hard across his chest.

"Why is that, dear boy?" Balin questioned the frustrated Dwarfling. Dwalin simply guffawed next to him.

"'Cause you'll all love the new baby more." Tears flooded the poor child's eyes at the thought.

Thorin felt a rush of emotion as he pulled his nephew from his shoulder into a tight hug. "Oh Fíli. I will love both you and your brother or sister the same. As will your mother and father."

Fíli sniffed and wiped his runny little nose with a sleeve. "Really?"

"Really." Thorin smiled. "And it shall be fun for you to have someone else to play with."

"Of course, your brother will not be able to play with you when he is first born. He will be much too small." Dís said, sitting on a large armchair.

"Oh, so now the baby is a boy? Whatever causes you to believe this, Dís?" Thorin asked.

"I just know." She said, placing a hand on her round belly.

"Well then, if that is the case, I wish for him to be named Kíli." Aldín suggested, gently rubbing his wife's back. "I have always liked that name."

"Kíli? Durin knows I'll have trouble remembering which nephew is which." Thorin grumbled.

"Exactly." Aldín smirked, teasing his brother-in-law.

"Kíli sounds like Fíli!" The blonde child exclaimed. He jumped up from Thorin's lap, and rushed to his mother, placing his ear against her belly.

"Hi Kíli! Please come soon! I want to play with you!" Fíli yelled, patting his mother's abdomen. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock and he leapt away. "Something hit my face!" The child yelped.

Dís laughed. "He was saying hello. You know, Fíli, if you speak to him enough, he might begin to recognize your voice."

Fíli's eyes grew round as saucers. "Really?" He beamed. "Hi Kíli! I'm your brother, Fíli! And there's Mummy, Daddy, Uncle Thorin, and his cousins Balin and Dwalin! We love you! Come faster so we can see you!" Another kick. Fíli let out a squeal of joy. A cacophony of laughs filled the room.

Dís smiled. Her family was together. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Suddenly, without warning, the door burst open. A flustered guard stepped in. Voices rose in the streets as both Men and Dwarves rushed back and forth.

"There has been a sighting of Orcs to the East, My King. They draw near to the gates of Ered Luin."

Thorin stood abruptly, as did the others. "How many?" He took on an air of authority that no one dared question.

"Hundreds. Close to a thousand." The guard answered.

Thorin looked to Balin, Dwalin, and Aldín. "Take up arms. Prepare for battle." Balin and Dwalin obeyed, quickly going to retrieve armor and weapons.

Dís stood. "Wait!" She cried, stopping her husband. She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "Please be safe. Promise that you will come back to us?"

Aldín kissed her gently on the lips, laying a hand on her belly. "I promise."

Thorin approached his sister. "And you too, my brother. Do not leave us." She said, tears glistening in her dark eyes.

"Never." He replied, and embraced her.

"Mummy? Where are Daddy and Uncle Thorin going?" Fíli said, pulling at his mother's dress.

Aldín swiftly knelt down next to his son. "We are going to protect you and Mum from the monsters, do you understand?" Fíli nodded slowly. "You must protect your mother and brother from any other Orcs or Dragons that come along while we are gone. Can you do that, Fíli?" The Dwarfling nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" The child asked.

"Yes, my son. I will see you tomorrow." Aldín smiled. He took Fíli into a warm embrace.

"And Uncle?" Thorin turned at the sound of his nephew's voice. "You will protect us from the Orcs too?"

"Always." He answered. Fíli ran up and hugged Thorin's leg. The king bent down and held his nephew firmly in his arms. "We will see you soon." He rose. "Oh, and Fíli?" Thorin pulled something from beneath his coat. "This is for you. To protect our family." He presented a small, wooden sword, dull at the tip, but beautifully crafted with dark, mahogany wood.

Fíli's eyes widened in joy and amazement as he took the play weapon. "Thank you so much, Uncle Thorin!" He jumped up and down, brandishing his new toy, making battle noises. Thorin smiled, and Aldín nodded his head in thanks.

They prepared quickly. Urgency and uncertainty clouded the room. As they were about to leave, Aldín hesitated at the doorway. He looked carefully into his wife and son's eyes, and spoke.

"Remember me."

Then they were gone.

So… yes. Kíli hasn't been born yet. But he will be next chapter, I promise! I've noticed in a few fanfics that they would have Kíli be born on the day of the Battle of Moria, otherwise known as the Battle of Azanulbizar. That battle actually took place in TA 2799, exactly 60 years before Fíli was born. (Fíli: TA 2859, and Kíli TA 2864) Just a little factoid for you all:)

Also, I did add a quote from Tolkien in this chapter, although it doesn't seem like it. In a letter to his son, Michael, who was injured due to a training accident in the Airforce during WWII, and was residing in a hospital. Tolkien wrote at the end of his letter, "God bless you, my dear son. I pray for you constantly. Remember me." It was truly touching, the way he wrote his sons.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Expect some Kíli in the next one:)

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