Just so you know, the reason that Balin, Frerin and any other Dwarf say Khuzdul to Belladonna is because she's part Dwarrow, so they're thinking, "It's fine, she's family, we can teach her these words."

Melekinh- Hobbit lady

Sanmuhud - Perfect blessing

Dis was born in 2760, which makes her 99 years old when she had Fili (born in 2859) and then 104 years old when she had Kili (born in 2864) . So, Fili is 32 years older than Bilbo (Amazing, but true), making Dis 131 years old.

Frerin was born in 2751, making him nine years older than Dis, meaning he's around 140. Canonically, he was only 48 years old when he died!

Then there's Thorin who's 144, born in 2746.

If we consider that Dwarves come of age at 72, and assume that their coming of age age is equivalent to a human coming of age at 18 years, that would leave Fili at the age of, like, nine and Kili around 7-8. Aww. Just imagine them at that age. Hell, imagine them all at that age. How unbelievably adorable would that be?


She didn't know how long she slept, but when she awoke, it was to voices she didn't recognise. Straightening her body out, she glanced around her surroundings, blearily wondering where the two brothers had gone to. She stretched and yawned, closing her eyes only briefly, to find a stranger staring at her when she once again opened them.
He was a Dwarf, thick dark hair reaching to his shoulders, blue eyes like the summer sky staring into hers, silvery beads in his dark locks. He wore a deep blue tunic, the colour of her own she noticed, only this one bore silver stitching not unlike the pattern on Balin's tunic.

"Who are you?" Belladonna asked.

The stranger gave her a smile. "I am Frerin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. Yourself?"

"Belladonna, daughter of Gerontius Took," Belladonna answered.

"Balin says you're Durjel's granddaughter." Frerin said, seating himself on the arm of her chair.

"He's right."

"He also said you ran into Goblins." Frerin told her, playing with the cuff of his sleeve. "I'm sorry about that."

"They ran into us first." Belladonna muttered bitterly.

Frerin said nothing for a moment, before his eyes turned kindly and he placed a hand on hers, saying confidently, "you came to exactly the right place."

Belladonna looked at the young Dwarf, who gazed intently back at her. "I think you're right." She heard the other murmuring voices again and looked in their direction. "Who are they?"

"My sister, Dis. She likes to sing while she cooks."

"Does she live with Balin and Dwalin?"

To her surprise, Frerin laughed. "Mahal, no! She lives with her two beautiful lads. She came over with me to make sure you were alright while Balin took his brother to see my father."

"You don't need to bother yourselves. I can look after myself."

"Maybe so, little melekinh. But we'd rather stay with you to be certain. Especially when you've a little one on the way." Frerin gave a little smile. "I remember when our sister was pregnant, we barely left her side. Both times. She was about ready to murder us before her second was born."

" You have another sibling, don't you?"

Frerin nodded, still wearing a smile. "Aye. I've an older brother. His name's Thorin."


Thrain looked over at his wife, Sanmuhud, who looked with curiosity in her golden eyes at their third cousin. "Durjel is dead?"

"Along with most his grandchild's family," Dwalin said.

"Shame," Thrain murmured, shaking his head. "So, he has a granddaughter, pregnant and widowed. How old is she?"

"Only 47 years." Balin answered

"Why was she allowed to marry so young?" Sanmuhud questioned.

"Apparently, it's a reasonable age for marriage and children in the Shire. Or it was."

Thrain stood, giving his kin a look with something like empathy in the depths of his sapphire-like eyes. "I'd like to meet her."

"She's quite withdrawn," Balin warned. "It's as though the impact of all that's happened is finally catching up to her."

"Bring her..." Thrain stopped at his wife's warning look,"..if you can, that is."

"Does she look like him?" Sanmuhud wanted to know.

"Not in the slightest." Dwalin answered.

"Not quite true," Balin remarked. "She has his eyes, or were you too busy staring at her bump to notice?"

Dwalin gave his brother an annoyed look that was betrayed by the hint of a smile. "Stared into 'em a lot, have you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

The glare Balin shot his sibling was terrifying.


Belladonna watched as Dis placed a mug of some steaming liquid by her side, and then looked closer at the Dwarrowdam. Bright blue eyes, like Frerin's, but they were a darker, deeper blue than his. She, too, had long black hair, threaded with silver beads and one in particular which was golden with a shining, green emerald proudly gleaming in its centre. She wore a gown of soft, silvery material, dark blue bordering its hems, covering the sleeves and flitting across the collar. She also had little tufts of dark hair growing from her cheeks, a group of hair by her chin gathered into more of those silver beads that decorated the hair on her head. As her hand, surprisingly big, came to check her forehead, Belladonna noticed a giant ring on her hand which was golden, and bearing a large milky white jewel with the colours of the rainbow dancing across whenever it hit the light.

"You'll be alright, you know." Dis told her, those deep blue eyes staring into her own light turquoise ones. "I know it seems like everything's crushing in on you, but you'll be alright."

"How can you know that?"

"Did Frerin mention my husband to you?"

Belladonna shook her head.

"That's because he no longer walks among us. He's dead and that's how I know that."

Belladonna lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Hush. You couldn't have known." Dis paused and looked down at the younger female's middle. "My Fiach never got to see his youngest either."

"There is no youngest. This is my first," Belladonna rubbed her stomach. "And my only." She looked back up at the Dwarf princess who was looking at her steadily. "Do you mind if I ask what happened to your husband?"

"He was a miner," answered Dis. "There was a cave-in and he didn't survive it." Dis' sorrow lifted and she smiled softly. "You can imagine my delight when I found out Kili was on the way."

"Who is with your sons?"

"I left them with Thorin. They should be alright."


"Uncle, when can we see our new cousin?"

Thorin looked down at the two beardlings who were gazing up at him with big, hopeful eyes. It really was, he thought, most unfair how they ganged up and tried to get him to agree to doing things just by staring at him.

"I have told you," he said, "not until Balin and Dwalin finish talking to Grandpa and Nana."

"But they're taking so long!"

That was true and Thorin could well understand his two nephew's boredom. However, he knew his parents and cousins wouldn't be much longer and reminded the two to just be patient.

Kili raised his arms up, wanting his uncle to pick him up. Considering he'd been standing around for so long, Thorin relented and hoisted Kili up with one arm and then drew Fili closer with another. His elder nephew had made no request, but Thorin knew he was getting bored too and would appreciate having something to lean on that wasn't hard and cold.

"You're getting so big, I won't be able to do this anymore, soon."

Kili shrugged. "I'll stop growing, then."

Thorin couldn't stop his laughter. "I don't think you'll be able to that, nidoyith."

"Will we ever be as big as you?" Fili asked, gazing up at his uncle.

"Hmm. Maybe."

They were tiny little things, though Frerin thought he was biased as a result of being 'stupidly tall'. Still, Thorin entertained himself with thoughts of just how tall Fili and Kili would grow to be while the younger shifted himself about , and the elder reached a hand up to make sure his little brother didn't tumble out of their uncle's firm hold.
A silence fell, broken by the sound of the door handle turning.