Son of Storms

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The screams of men mingled with the scent of smoke as the clouds churned with black smoke darker than the shadows. Brilliant red flame spat and hissed as the roar of a dragon was heard above the clouds as its shadow flew overhead. Everything burned with incandescence looming everywhere. Two forms lay over the other, motionless; with one had arrows protruding from the links in a hauberk of chainmail.

From the flames that roared nearby, a pair of sky blue eyes stared out to the forces that churned like a whirlpool of black and red. The eyes were blue with hints of sapphire blue, and they were fierce with wrath. The eyes were suddenly shaded by a glimmer of white-silver steel that glimmered blue once before fading back its normal color.

And above the roar of the dragon, lightning whipped the earth and thunder rattled the roof of the world as blood flew from bodies like a rainstorm. The cries became muffled by the opponents blood choking their voices, and every once in a while thunder would peal over the plain followed by a dragon roar.

Coruwen's eyes snapped openand her heart danced in her chest with fright. Stands of gold feel into her eyes as she attempted to sit up, but a jab of pain shot down her back. Her stomach had grown in the past months, so much so that she could barely move without pain encircling her hips and lancing down her back. Dís had found that the very cause of this was the old scars that covered her hipline from the White Warg of Azog. Coruwen leaned back into Thorin, who was still asleep and had luckily, not heard her gasp in fright. Her husband's arm was firmly wrapped around her, just beneath her breasts. Upon his arm, she traced the outline of the scar he had received from Azog many, many years ago when Thror had been beheaded.

"What was that?" She asked herself in a quiet voice. It seemed like a vision, a piece of foresight. Her eyes narrowed in thought, for she could not see into the future easily and her ability to the see pieces of the past was even poor. Her hand spread across her round stomach, feeling something was amiss. The child had been kicking her as of late, and this was the first instance of true rest she had obtained; though it was being interrupted by visions. It was beginning to bother her.

"Why are you awake?" Thorin's voice inquired, startling her. She glanced over her shoulder at him to see his eyes still shut, but his breathing had changed telling her he was awake. "You haven't slept in a long while."

"I-I had a vision," Coruwen said, truly not believing what she saw. She heard Thorin growl in slight frustration, but she sighed. Though in pain, she rolled onto her back and his arm slid off of her. Her mind was confused, oh so very confused. She felt Thorin's hand grace her hairline making her eyes shut in the gentle touch. "I believe it was our child… The one day it doesn't decide to bother me, and then I get kept up by my damned curse!" Her voice slightly rising as she spoke. She admitted it, she was tired of being prohibited to her chambers like this; she wanted to help Thorin in whatever way she could right now with the last sighting of the Nazgûl being made upon their borders. In more recent times, Iris had given birth to Bain, their first son, and she could not help her with that.

Thorin hushed her when she started hissing out Sindarin curses along with a few mingled Khuzdul curses she had picked up from him and Dís. He rolled onto one elbow, hovering over his wife. She could see the gentle look in his eyes and she felt his wavy hair touch face. "Enough," He soothed in a calm voice, and kissed her forehead. "Not much longer remains, my heart. I have lasted longer than anticipated, but you must last as well."

She leaned up, kissing his nose lightly. His use of old nicknames made her smile and relieved her heart of some stress. Out of all of the nicknames he had chosen, she favored that one the most. She ran a hand across his chest, feeling his muscles become taut with her touch.

"Tell me, what did you see?" He lay back with her hand loosely intertwined with his. She desired him to go back to sleep, but she had learned that he was perceptive to her nowadays. If she surfaced for even a few minutes, he would also. She hesitated a great deal, unable to form words upon her tongue. "Coruwen?"

"A battle," Coruwen replied in a hushed voice. She shut her eyes picturing the fierce blue eyes that stared out of at the battle. The eyes seemed familiar to her, yet so very different. They were not her own, nor were they her husband's or Fili's. The eyes were that of someone possessed by rage with a bloodlust roaring in his veins. "A battle where a dragon had scorched the ground and amongst the thousands of people one slew one by one, choking out their life with thunder beating its drum to the screams of men and women." She throat constricted as she tried to picture the eyes that glared out from the flames. "There were eyes… Eyes of the purest light blue flecked with dark blue. And they were fierce like that of a dragon; they held anger, slowly sinking into the sea of sins as steel flashed with the lightening." She shivered, curling closer to her husband as if in fear. "I have never seen the future before, and I certainly do not wish to ever again."

"You told me once that foresight is never certain; it most likely was a vision from the past. You have received those before, have you not?" Coruwen nodded once. "Then it was that, and nothing more." He kissed her gold hair, then their conjoined hands. "Sleep, my dear. There is nothing to worry about."

Coruwen took his words into her mind, silently repeating them to herself as she watched Thorin drift back asleep. She leaned up, kissing his cheek; for without him she would have broken. She could not stay strong forever as Elrond had said a long time ago towards the beginning of the Third Age. She slipped out of the room without much trouble, but when she passed by the tapestry of Smaug, she collapsed upon the chaise sofa; a place where she had often been laying as of late. She placed a pillow on her low back, slightly reliving her of the pain that continuously grew worse and worse. She hadn't this much pain before, it slightly unnerved her but it quickly subsided when she shifted her hips to a more relaxed position.

"This is going to drive me mad before the end," Coruwen thought as her breathing became a bit strained. She pressed a hand on her stomach feeling her child shift within her. "Little one, why are you doing this to me?" As if in a dream like state, her head lolled back when the child ceased its movements and drifted off to sleep.

"Coruwen?" A voice asked through her dream like state. Coruwen opened her eyes staring up at both Dís and Merida. Merida was one of Dís' long time friends and a healer. She had mousy brown hair that was in one long plait down her back and she wore a dark dress. Dís sat beside her with one hand on her shoulder and concern etched in her face.

"Dís," Coruwen said tiredly with a weak smile. "What's wrong?"

Dís removed her hand, gripping her slender one. Dís swept back strands of Coruwen's hair that clung to her forehead. "You were screaming in your sleep… Is something wrong?" Dís inquired. Coruwen felt as if the breath in her lungs was stolen away as she attempted to sit up again. The same pain as earlier shot down her back making her grit her teeth. "Are you in pain?"

"A bit," Coruwen replied as she regained her breath. "Nothing…" She winced as the pain shot down her back again. "Nothing that I have not dealt with before."

Merida walked up to her, placing a hand on her stomach. "You're contracting, my lady." Merida said with a surprised voice. Coruwen stared at the healer in disbelief. Merida smiled. "Have you felt like this all morning?"

"I had a small vision this morning that seemed to start it off," Coruwen sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the sofa. She placed a hand on her low back, and it was then that she gasped in pain. "Maybe... Maybe Merida's right."

Dís grabbed her sister in law's hand, feeling her grip tighten to that of a vice and the bones in her hands cracked as the elleth's breathing became labored. "You should rest, sister." Dís soothed, clenching her jaw as the queen gripped her hand tightly. "We will prepare for the child," Dís glanced back at Merida, "Merida-,"

"I'll be back in a few minutes." The healer said quickly as she darted out of the room.

Thorin stared up at Iris, who greeted him before the gates of Dale with a child cradled in her arms. The Lady of Dale was oddly bright with happiness despite having had her child a month early and having little sleep. Bard was of the same fashion when he appeared out of the gates. The guardsmen that attempted to follow them were cast off by Iris, stating they did not need accompanying.

"Thorin, it is good to see you," Bard greeted with a bow of his head. Thorin returned the gesture to which Iris smiled. "You have not seen our son, have you?" The pride in his voice was great and Thorin understood that pride, the pride of having a child that one could call their own. Thorin saw Iris kneel down before him sweeping back the white cloth to reveal a small child, small and frail with a chubby face and eyes shut tightly in sleep. The child was gifted with his father's dark brown hair, but his mother's fair complexion.

"He is handsome," Thorin stated quietly, fearing that if he spoke in a louder voice the child would awaken. Iris stood back at her lord's side as they all walked toward Esgaroth that had recently been pillaged by orcs and Nazgûl and some of it had gotten burned. The ruins still smoldered and the grass burnt black. "It seems they attack when the world is quiet."

"That is what I believed as well," Bard agreed. "But the creatures, the Nazgûl, they attacked during dusk. They attacked once with their orc force, and then departed as if it were nothing." Bard let out a huff of irritation, shaking his head. "It seems rather unbelievable."

Thorin narrowed his eyes at Mirkwood, for he knew that the old fortress of Dol Guldur lay within its depths. Coruwen had stated that a shadow lay over Mirkwood, and he was beginning to see it. It was a like serpent, vile and staring at him with its fangs bared. "That it does," He replied in a low voice. "Have you spoken with the Elvenking about stopping the attacks?"

Bard snorted, "Tried, but failed. He is caught up in his own little world as of late. My words seem to go into one ear and out the other."

"I could always try speaking with him, though I do not know if the elf will come out alive or not," He heard Bard chuckle at the snide remark. He truly considered speaking with Thranduil for he had put aside some of the hatred between races for a spell. Coruwen had asked it of him several times before their union, but now he was honestly considering it. Freya had stated that if they could muster enough forces beneath one banner then the Nazgûl would be forced out of Mirkwood easily. It was convincing his people that it would be a minor task. The dark green tops of Mirkwood could be seen from the gates of Dale, and it seemed to be still. He glanced up at Bard, whose face was set into a stern expression.

"I wouldn't suppose Coruwen could persuade the Elvenking?" Iris offered, startling both king and lord. Thorin stared up at the Lady Iris in minor shock. Her hazel eyes were bright with thought and her lips slightly pursed in thought as well. She shifted weight from one hip to the other. "The Elvenking considers her a daughter, no?"

Thorin gave her a dip of his head in answer. "Yes, he does."

He did not enjoy speaking those words. He did not enjoy the relationship his wife had with that elf. The fact that the king had saved and caused injury to his wife made his blood boil. He had forgotten to forgive Thranduil for threatening him when Khamûl had attacked Coruwen many months back. Bard was looking at him with a semi-amused expression, to which he gave him a small glare when Iris turned away. The Lord of Dale chuckled and followed after Iris. In the back of his mind, Thorin felt something pulling at his attention as if something was amiss.

"Leave me alone, later," Thorin told himself as he hurried after Bard and Iris. The two stopped before the road that hugged the River Running leading to Esgaroth. It was heavily traveled, marred by the tracks of wagons and imprints of horse hooves. The Lady Iris took her leave of both king and lord, walking back to Dale and out of sight. He heard a heavy sigh from Bard.

"What is the matter?" Thorin asked looking up to the Lord. Bard held one long hand over his eyes with his brown hair falling over certain sections. Bard was clearly stricken. Firmly, Thorin spoke his name making the Descendent of Girion leap nearly out of his skin.

"I am terribly sorry, Thorin," Bard muttered playing with his leather gloves like a nervous child. He rubbed the heel of his boot into the ground as he flexed both hands. Thorin had never seen Bard uptight or nervous like this. It was as if the jovial, laidback man known as Bard had left this earth. "I-Its Iris," He stuttered. "With Bain recently born, she has been getting little sleep and has become… Not herself, I am beginning to wonder if she is sick."

Thorin chuckled, "Your wife is fine, and she is merely a new mother, Bard. And you are nothing short of a new father, who is simply becoming high-strung." Bard gave him a small glare and then a huff of irritation. "Do you not believe me?"

"No, no, I do," Bard replied meekly. "You are to be a father soon, are you not?"

Thorin's heart swelled with pride, nearly bursting at the seams, "Aye, very soon, indeed." Bard cocked his head to the side in curiosity and he circled him like a cat sizing up a mouse. It seemed as if the lord did not enjoy the calm presence Thorin possessed. "What have I done?"

"You seem awfully calm about this…" Bard answered in a suspicious tone. The lord appeared in his side vision with his hand resting upon the pommel of his blade. "Are you sure you do not have more children of your own?"

The king eyed the lord as if he had lost his mind. "I assure you, the child my wife carries is the only one that I have ever called my own." Bard halted, shifting his weight onto his heels. "Aside from the sons of my sister, whom I consider my sons."

"I trust your word, I am just… Surprised, is all," Bard told him. "As you said, I am a nervous wreck."

Thorin gripped the lord's elbow tightly, giving it a firm shake. Bard looked down at him with a bit of worry and sadness in his eyes. The lord had been through too many trials for one so young. After the trials of rebuilding his city, he married Iris, who was a handful as it was and then when he was truly happy with his lady carrying his children, they were brutally ripped from him by the Valar. The trials that Bard had faced, Thorin truly wished upon no man or dwarf. Bard's hand slowly brushed off the king's grip.

"You are simply nervous, Bard, descendent of Girion." Thorin looked to the forest that lay close to his home. He took a deep breath, quelling the negative thoughts that haunted his steps. From his lips, a sigh passed; one that he did not wish to voice. "I will send a raven to Thranduil and see what he believes our next course of action should be."

"Of course," The lord bowed to him. "And I will keep an eye on the forest for any sightings of the Nazgûl, and warn you ahead of time."

Thorin returned to Erebor's halls seeking out Cairn to send off to Mirkwood. Half way through his climb to the roost, Dwalin and Dori darted past him in a hurry. His mind questioned where they were running off to, but he shook it off. Upon entering the roost, the old thrush sang a song of welcome to the king. He bowed his head to the old thrush; it was the same thrush that had greeted him on his arrival in Erebor many years. He was surprised to still see the old bird fluttering around causing trouble. He saw Cairn on a wooden beam, watching a female raven from a distance.

"Cairn," Thorin said in a clear voice, drawing the raven's attention. The son of Röac unfurled his wings and flew down to Thorin's shoulder. "I have a task for you, my friend."

"No Ered Mithrin or Iron Hills," Cairn answered flatly. "My heart can't take anymore visits to the Hold of Queen Freya. And I certainly am not flying back to Dain."

"Did I interference anything about those places?" Thorin asked, holding back a playful smirk. Cairn puffed out his chest with his eyes narrowing. "I only tease..."

"Your wife is getting to you." Cairn said humorlessly. "Now, where am I going? Seeing as you like sending me off to places where I could get my wings clipped off or get incinerated by a furnace with wings."

"I am sending you to Mirkwood."

Cairn's amber eyes became wide, "Oh no!" He flew up onto his wooden beam with his shoulders hunched to make himself look menacing. "I am not, and I repeat, not, going to that spider invested, foul smelling, dark, damp, and possibly murderous, forest."

"It's not that bad," The raven snorted, and Thorin shook his head. Sadly Cairn was right about Mirkwood, it surely didn't earn that name for simply being dark. He started thinking of ways to persuade Cairn into going. He thought of letting Kili pluck his feathers for his arrows, but then the lord would be quite cross. "Cairn, it is either you or your father, and the latter can barely speak, much less fly. You are a diplomatic raven, and could barter with the Elvenking."

"You do not possess a silver tongue, my king." Cairn snapped. "And I am still not going."

Thorin's eyes flicked over to the small female raven Cairn had been eyeing a while ago. She was small with yellow-green eyes bright like lanterns and her feathers were ebony and sent an array of colors across her plumage whenever the sun graced her. He looked to the female, letting out a whistle for her. The female flew over to him, and landed on his forearm.

"What is your name, my lady raven?" Thorin asked stroking her small head. The raveness' eyes glittered happily and she nuzzled his hand.

"Gealach, my king," Gealach addressed with a bow of her head. Her voice was calm, but warm. "Tis the name for the moon in the tongue of the ravens from Ered Mithrin."

"A beautiful name, my lady." He raised his voice a bit so Cairn could hear. "What would you say to flying to Mirkwood?"

Cairn's head snapped backward with his eyes narrowed. Gealach bobbed up and down a bit in thought. She hummed, "I would not be against it, but I overheard you giving it to Lord Cairn. Does he not desire to fly to the forest?"

"No!" Cairn shouted, flying onto the king's shoulder. "I-I will do it, Gealach. No need for you to leave the roost to a nasty forest." Gealach chirped once, and flew back to her place on a beam. Cairn glared at Thorin, who simply gave him an innocent look as if nothing had happened. "I don't like you very much right now."

"That's fine," Thorin replied. "You just need to fly to Mirkwood, as I asked."

Cairn snorted. "If I do and I come back, that raveness stays out of our disputes, Thorin, son of Thrain." Thorin bowed his head to Cairn as he flew off. He departed the roost and when he came down to the highest level in Erebor, he was nearly knocked over by Ori with Dori behind him. He glared, sighing.

"Ori, Dori, to me," Thorin said shortly causing the chronicler to stop short with Dori bumping into him. Ori cast an innocent look over his shoulder and Dori started pushing on him to move. "Where in the world, are you two going?"

"Going?" Ori asked, shaking his head. "We're not going anywhere! Where did you get that silly idea?"

There was a certain quiver in Ori's voice that sounded like nervousness. He raised an eyebrow to the chronicler, who let out a squeak. Dori quickly intervened shooing Ori off. There was little to no curiosity spiking emotion in Dori's appearance to Thorin's eyes.

"Dori… What has everyone running around?" Thorin inquired in a tone of dead seriousness. He was starting to become curious, and when people didn't tell him what was happening his temper started to dwindle. His eyes narrowed causing Dori to let out a squeak similar to that of his brother. Shortly, he growled, "Dori."

"Uh, nothing, I swear," Dori lied. He knew Dori a bit too well for him to believe that little trick. The dwarf began to play with his sleeve beneath the king's harsh gaze. "It's nothing, Thorin. Honest."

"You're lying," Thorin touched Orcrist's hilt, and it gently unsheathed it with his thumb. Dori darted off before he could speak again. The king sighed shortly, his temper getting the slight better of him. He felt hollow somehow; a piece of him had disappeared. His connection with his wife was barely noticeable anymore, and it caused his negative emotions to flare. Coruwen carrying their child was a gift, but it was the same time torture for him. She let him touch her as much as he desired, but was the feeling of her spirit entwining with his that he loved. The spiritual connection was almost surreal to him, it made him feel her anywhere and speak with her should they be parted for long periods of time. In truth, it sounded greedy that this was torture for him, but it was sadly true. He loved her; he always told himself this and told her as much as he could. It sometimes became as if the words were empty, holding no meaning whatsoever. Thinking of her made him mentally smile; his beloved jewel.

"Uncle!" Two voices shouted. Thorin glanced down from a walkway and saw Kili and Fili staring up at him with concern in their features. Kili spoke first, "Come here!"

"Why?" Thorin replied. Kili looked to Fili, who sighed. "Boys, what is wrong?"

Fili took a step forward, "Merida is looking for you," Fili stated. Thorin's heart jolted a bit in his chest, "Says something is important."

"Where is she?" The king asked.

"Throne room," Kili replied flatly. Thorin whirled around, following where the boys had told him Merida was. He entered the throne room to see Balin speaking with Merida, who had slight panic in her eyes. The mousy haired healer gave Balin a faint smile before walking around him to Thorin. She seemed stressed, and her eyes seemed to try to speak to him.

"Merida, what is wrong?" The king asked. Merida tried to speak, but nothing came forward just a small noise. She fidgeted in her place, unable to look him in the eyes. His concern and irritation bloomed. "Merida…" He snapped making the woman flinch. "Speak, what is wrong?"

"The queen has given birth, my king," Merida squeaked out. Thorin's irritation came down and he took a mentally step back. He let out a relived sigh, bowing his head a bit. "We've been looking for you about two hours. Where did you run off to?"

"Dale, I had some things to speak with Bard about," Thorin replied. "Go, I need to see her." Merida bowed, and walked off to their chambers. "How long ago did the child come?"

"Not too long ago." Dís' voice told him from her place as she stood in the doorway. He looked to his sister, who gave him a smile. She walked up to him, gripping his shoulders. "Go on, she's barely awake right now. It took more out of her than we thought. Merida will return in a bit."

"Dís, you-," He stopped, knowing that if he spoke she would chastise him. Dís chuckled and walked out of the room with Merida. He opened the door their bedroom finding it was lit by soft, gold candlelight which cast soft gold shadows dancing around the room. He heard a small cough, drawing his attention to his bed were Coruwen lay somewhat upright with her long hair tumbling down her shoulders with the candles darkening the gold of her hair. Her face was pale and the hair that lay upon her forehead was soaked, clinging to her skin. Thorin walked over to her, resting his hand upon her slender one. Two blue eyes opened, looking down at him tiredly. Her breathing was shallow, but she managed a weak smile. He gently brushed some of her hair behind her ear making her laugh quietly. Gently, he sat beside her with her hand still resting in his.

"I apologize for being late, my dear," He whispered, kissing the back of her hand. "I should have never left you." Coruwen's face contorted in pain when she pulled herself up to a more comfortable position.

"No, I was fine," Coruwen replied gently, her fingers brushing against his temple. "I did not wish for Merida and Dís to tell me if we had a son or daughter yet." Her voice cracked a bit from her earlier trial. Her soft, gentle voice was hoarse that made his heart flake a bit. She cleared her throat. "I wanted you to be here with me."

"Coruwen, you didn't have to-," He was cut off by her forefinger resting against his lips to silence him. Her blue eyes were bright with happiness, though it was slowly sinking away because her body was tired.

"I wanted you to be here with me because I love you, and you are the child's father." She stated. He leaned over, kissing her temple lightly making her laugh quietly. The sound of a door opening and closing made both look up to the door where Merida stood holding a bundle of cloth in her arms. "Merida, what is-?"

"You have a son, my king and queen," Merida said in a proud voice.

Thorin's heart and spirit became enlightened by pride and love. A son; a prince. The smile on Coruwen's face was enough to tell him that she was enlightened as well. He smiled faintly as the healer placed their son into Coruwen's arms. The elleth let out a huff of laughter and Thorin saw tears glisten in her eyes. He kissed her temple once more, and she nestled her face against his pulse allowing him to look down upon his child. The child was small with fair complexion and eyes shut tight in sleep. He saw Coruwen's hand reach up, brushing back the cloth a bit to reveal black hair, the dark hair of his line was very strong in the little one.

"He is beautiful, my love," He whispered into her hair.

"Here," Coruwen muttered gesturing for him to take their son. Her voice was becoming thick with tears of happiness as he took the small child. As he ran two fingers across the baby's black hair, his eyes opened startling Thorin a bit, for they were deep sky blue like his mother's and they were alert. One chubby hand stretched forward to which Thorin allowed his son to grab one of his fingers, and found his grip to be strong.

"His grip is strong," The king murmured unable to keep the pride out of his voice. "He is warrior by nature."

"Now you gloating rights," Coruwen teased leaning her head on his shoulder. He gingerly handed their son back to Coruwen, and the child slightly protested with a squeak. The queen smiled stroking the bridge of her child's nose and his eyes fluttered closed once more. "Little one needs a name…"

A name… He watched as Coruwen's eyes narrowed in thought. A question popped into his head in a split second; one of curiosity. He kissed her head once more before speaking. "What is the naming process of your people?" He asked causing Coruwen smile.

"The father gives the child their first name when they are born. Then the mother gives them a name when they are out of their majority, and the final name they typically go on the rest of their lives with is one they choose," She told him. "My father name is Araniel, and my mother name is Malfinniel, but I was chose Coruwen as an epesse."

He shook his head, finding that process to be too hard to follow and would possibly confuse a great number of people; he included. Coruwen looked up at him, clearly reading his thoughts. "That is far too confusing."

"I thought as much," She agreed. She twirled their son's dark hair with lean fingers and then she clicked her tongue making the child open his eyes. She smiled thoughtfully, "Odin."

Thorin's mind halted in its tracks, thinking of what Odin meant. It was an ancient name, quite possibly from the first generation of his language. It was a name belonging to kings and royals. "Allfather?" He inquired, testing the name. "It is a name for kings."

"And what is he, my love?" She glanced up at him with slight reprimand in her blue eyes. "He is, after all, the son of a king. Why not give him a name befitting the title he will one day receive?"

"I am not judging you." He muttered. "I was just… surprised."

Coruwen's laugh came to his ears making him look down at her quizzically. She took the side of his face with one hand with her fingers gracing his jaw. "Do you not like it?" she asked slowly. "We can always change it…"

"No," He kissed her lips softly. "I love it, my queen." He looked down at his son, his little Odin. The future king of these halls, the king that would succeed Kili and Fili, and the greatest treasure he had ever obtained. He stroked Odin's little face with the back of his hand and he could help but smile at the sight of the child. He heard the opening and closing of a door once more making him look up to see Fili, Kili, and Dís.

Dís smiled, shooing her eldest into the room with a gentle push of her hand. Fili shot a small, half hearted glare back at his mother, who simply waved at him innocently. He froze when he saw Coruwen and Thorin. He quietly picked himself up, hoping to not stir the child that rested in his aunt's arms. He looked to Thorin first, who gave him a short nod.

"Little lion," Coruwen said quietly as he came to sit at her side. He poked his head over the side of her shoulder to see a small baby with black hair and alert blue eyes staring up at his mother. This was his new cousin, and he was left speechless. "This is Odin, your new cousin."

"Odin," Fili repeated testing the name as if it were foreign. She handed Odin to him, who he accepted without being startled. Holding ones smaller than him was a second nature; after all he had Kili to hold when he was quite little. Odin yawned big, shutting his sky blue eyes tight. "By Mahal, He's cute."

"He is quiet," Dís remarked from the door with Kili slowly slinking into the room like a cat, "Awfully quiet for one of our kind, at the very least. I heard you named him Odin?"

"Yes," Coruwen replied. Fili felt Kili's head on his shoulder and his brother stared down at Odin curiously, as if he were an alien. Fili wanted to shove Kili for that since his brother had been rather jealous of their cousin for the past few months. Now it seemed he had magically gotten over it.

"Strange, Thror is another variation of Odin," Dís stated. "But I think it fits the little one."

"Yeah," Fili muttered looking up from Odin's sleeping face to his aunt and uncle, both of whom were radiating pride like a brilliant aura. He looked to Coruwen, who was smiling sweetly down at him as if she sensed his love for his cousin. "Here, Kili."

Kili's gold eyes became dark with concern as Fili handed Odin to him. Now, Kili had never handled children before aside from Sol, but she was quite a bit older than this little one. Fili traded spots with him as Coruwen slowly showed his brother how to hold Odin. A small smile came to Kili's face when Odin let out a small noise of happiness. Fili could not help but smile, for his brother was getting over his jealousy.

"Please tell me you aren't going to be jealous of someone so small?" Fili said. Kili looked up with bewilderment on his face and then he shook his head. "Good, I was getting tired of you being jealous."

"I can go back, you know," Kili hissed. Fili smirked at his brother's seriousness. He walked up to him, patting his head softly. "I am not a dog."

"Yes, you are, silly Kili," Dís laughed.

"Amad…" Kili sighed in defeat. "I'm outnumbered, again."

Coruwen smiled, passing a hand across his hair, to which Fili saw a darkness pass in his brother's eyes. His aunt could get away with a lot more than he ever could with Kili. "You are my little wolf, Kili. Thus, you are a dog in a way." Coruwen teased. Kili bumped his head into Coruwen's shoulder and she chuckled. "We will forever be the one who gets teased."

"I'll take that, I suppose," Kili mumbled. He handed Odin back to Coruwen and she laid the baby's head against her chest, feeling her son's soft breathing. Her fingers ran through Odin's black hair once watching it lay back down perfectly. She smiled softly as the feeling Kili's head resting upon her shoulder.

"Boys, with me," Dís said shortly At the sound of their mother's voice, the boys left the room leaving Coruwen and Thorin with their son. Coruwen kissed the top of Odin's head feeling relieved.

"I love you," She whispered as she leaned her head into her husband's chest. Thorin's dark blue gaze was fond as he kissed her forehead.

"I love you too, my dear." Thorin replied as he stroked Odin's head. "And I love our son, our little Odin."

A/N: I know i did a huge jump, but I needed to do it. Anyway, we are seriously getting into the good parts of the story now, or once we reach certain years. I actually found out that little tid-bit about Thror from spending three hours on the internet; sneaky, sneaky man Tolkien was.

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