I still have yet to get internet to the new house (just moved again). I don't know if it's my computer or the provider. But... Sorry to keep you waiting, but I am trying to update as soon as I can... Also, these chapter haven't goon how I wanted because I cant get to the Khuzdul dictionary that I use on this computer so... yeah.

But next chapter has the brothers in it... :)

Chapter 13: Namim

Thorin awoke to his sister, gently shaking his shoulder.

"What is it," he whispered, remembering the recovering woman in his arms.

"I have just been informed that the Durin's Day feasts and celebrations are to start tonight; tomorrow being the first day of the New Year. Have you a speech prepared?"

"I assure you I will have one when the time comes."

Trying his best to remove himself from his side of the embrace without waking the woman still sleeping, Thorin practically rolled from his bed. His younger sister raising an eyebrow at his actions. Thorin rolled his eyes, straightened out his clothing before leading his sister out of the room, leaving Ahvain to sleep off the remainder off her illness.

"Before you ask, I do not plan on telling everybody about Ahvain… Not yet anyways."

Dis opened her mouth to say something but was stopped when Thorin raised a hand. She shut it immediately.

"You think she has me bewitched do you not?" He watched his sister's face for a reaction.

She hung her head in mild shame, "I'm not sure what to think Brother; but you must see things how I do. You return in the morning hours with an elf-"

"Half" Thorin interjected.

Dis sighed, "-with a half-elf in your arms. If you have forgotten, we are dwarves. You, yourself are known for your dislike for their kind. One does not simply reverse the feelings of hate over such a short time as you have."

Thorin let out a sigh, "I understand Dis. I had planned not to mention my relationship with Ahvain at the Durin's day celebration. It would be too soon. She needs to find a place among us; my people need to allow her here before I can announce that I plan to take her as my wife."

Dis gasped, "you plan to take her as your wife? Thorin she is an elf, an elf! Do you think that the Dwarves of Ered Luin would allow such a thing, king or no?"

The king's jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry Thorin." In an act much like her brother she rubbed her temples, trying to calm her rushing thoughts. "What happens if they do not agree with your choice? What if the people revolt?"

"I do not know. But I have a plan."

"Are you going to tell me?"

Thorin nodded, "I must speak with Ahvain first, she will not like it, but I fear it is for the best."

Dis nodded and returned to looking out the window. They had brought the conversation into the dining area and she could once again see the commotion on the streets. Nothing had changed. Dwarves continued to hustle about buying last minutes things that they would need for the merriment of the night. Parents, what few there were, now grabbed onto the sleeved of their children and led them around the streets. Dis watched as the Brugh family bought cloth and then basic ingredients for a stew.

The stews that the Lady Brugh made were infamous among the Ered Luin dwarves. Each year a new stew was made to honor the King. And Thorin never complained. In fact, it was Dis that was the one complaining. Thorin had insisted that Dis take a few lessons from the Lady Brugh. Fili and Kili had to dodge a cooking pan whenever a reference was made.

The she-dwarf smiled at the memory, but was brought back when Thorin cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry if I've but any burdens on you. It was not my intentions. I had other plans from how I planned to introduce you to Ahvain. Things have not gone to plan at all. But I hope things will work out."

"It is no problem Brother…" A thought came to her. "What will you tell the boys?"

The dwarf king straightened his back.

"We need to take it easy on her when they do. Kili and Fili will be curious, and I don't want to say Ahvain is fragile because she is not, she is far from it, but something happened to her recently and I don't what to have her break."

Dis' eyebrows rose, "Something happened?"

Thorin slumped onto a nearby chair, "She was taken by a gang of men, and I just found her days ago. The bruises on her face are not from our brisk ride here."

"They did other things to her, didn't they?"

"Yes but, it is not for me to tell." He stood up after a silence spread between them. "I should go. Ahvain needs new clothing and I need to make an appearance in the market."

"Tell me what she needs. It will be questionable for you to be seen buying clothing for a lady." Dis whipped invisible dirt from her hands onto her dress. "It is not like I have anything to do while the boys are out on the hunt."

"I will go with you then. I can make an appearance and purchase the required material on the pretense of a gift for tonight's celebrations."

"That will work. Wake Ahvain and tell her that we'll be out and ask her what she would prefer."

Thorin nodded and walked back to his room. Ahvain was still asleep but was mumbling and twitching fighting what Thorin believed to be a nightmare. Verndari sat up from his place, tongue lolling out happily. Kneeling beside the bed, Thorin gently shook her shoulder until she awoke in a jump.

"My sister and I need to go to the market. You need new clothes, shoes, and anything else that you would like."

Ahvain smiled, "Get me basic clothing, I will repay-"

"No, you are under my care Ahvain. I will not have you pay for what you want or need." Thorin leaned to kiss her forehead. "You are my woman now…"

"Your woman?"

"Yes," his eyes drifted down to her lips. Making sure his actions were allowable, Thorin slowly moved to capture them. "Mine."

She allowed him to lead the kiss. Unsure if she could find the will to challenge him. Verndari took it upon himself to join in, licking both dwarf and (half) elf. They reacted quickly, pushing the heavy dog away from them. Ahvain saying a few rushed words in elvish as the dog took the hint and jumped of the bed and sitting down with a wolfish grin.

Both released withheld laughter. Thorin's deep and bellowing complementing the softness of Ahvain's bell like giggles. From the bed they watched the hound, under their gaze the beast lulled its tongue out and let out a few playful barks adding to the mirth.

When the chuckles between them died down Thorin moved to kiss the top of Ahvain's head. "I must get going, Dis will want to be back in time to prepare for tonight."

Ahvain expression conveyed an unspoken question.

"It is our New Years Eve today. She will have to prepare for tonight's feast."

"And you? What will you be preparing for?"

"A speech," His tone made the half-elf want to giggle, but she was able to hold herself back. He had sneered out the word like it was a form of torture. Then again, it could be.

"I must discuss the plans for next year with my council and then make a public appearance at the feast tonight."

"And I?"

In truth Ahvain knew the answer, while she was sick, she was not stupid. From the resemblance of her mother, the pointed ears of and elf meant that she would not be welcomed in joining in on the holiday. But that didn't stop her from hoping Thorin would say otherwise.

"You are ill Ahvain. A public appearance in a dwarven establishment is not something that you need to stress over. You need to get better, not worse."

It was not the answer Ahvain was expecting. This one was better than what she'd assumed.

"You are right, it was silly of me." She turned away from him.

"Ahvain?" Thorin was worried; her mood had turned in a complete circle. Had he done something wrong?

"Don't worry, I'm alright. Just tired, that is all." He didn't look convinced. "Go Thorin; find some clothes for me…"

As if it was difficult for him to do so, Thorin sat up and made for the door. "The way you say that, it is as if you have been walking around naked." Thorin chuckled.

Ahvain's brows rose and she scoffed, "You only wish My L-Thorin."

The smile turned into a smirk. "Starting that again, eh?"

"I didn't mean- I was going to call- Just go by clothes!" The pink that started to dust the woman's cheeks, and then continue to travel down her neck, caused the dwarf king's grin to stretch further across his face.

"Rest now Ahvain, I will return shortly."

"Take your time. Your kin will have missed you, spend time with them."

He nodded in response just as Dis came into view, "Good-bye now, and rest, or Óin will chastise me for not letting you sleep."

"Good-bye Thorin, Dis."

The siblings smiled, looked at each other, Dis asked if he was ready, and off they were into the busy market streets.

Sorry this took so long...

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