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Fili: 10
Kili: 9
A few years after Dis's death the economy in the blue mountains crashed leaving many dwarves and men poor and homeless. Thorin was lucky enough to keep his well paying job at the forge and be able to keep well balanced meals on the table for Kili and Fili himself and Mewy included. He always checked on his friends though to make sure they were getting through the economy crash ok. Everybody seemed to be doing fine until he saw brothers Oin and Gloin sleeping on the streets one cold winter night. Oin has always been nice and caring and patient with his nephews when they got hurt.
"Come. Stay with me until you get back on your feet." He offers.
"We couldn't ask that much from you." Gloin says.
"No I insist."
That is how Oin and Gloin came to live in the Durin house. Thorin was just worried how we would explain this to the boys.
When he brought Gloin and Oin home the boys were so happy.
"Oin! Gloin!" the boys called as they ran down the stairs. "What are you doing here?"
Thorin coughs. "Ummm boys. Oin and Gloin will be staying with us for a little while in one of the guest rooms."
"Why aren't they staying at their house?" Kili asks before Fili elbows him.
"They just need to stay here a while ok?"
The boys nodded and started talking quickly to Oin and Gloin about their day. It worked out well because with Kili's accident rate Oin was needed an hour after moving in to tend for a cut on his temple.
The next people to move in were Dori and Ori.
Thorin found them huddled together during a blizzard after getting kicked out of their house for not paying taxes. Needless to say Kili and Fili were enthusiastic to have a new playmate to join in their pranks. Nori moved in after that when Thorin saw him sleeping in a bar. Then came Bifur, Bofur and Bombur when Thorin found them picking through garbage to eat. Balin and Dwalin were the hardest to convince to move in but when Thorin released the two little dwarflings begging for their uncles to stay over they couldn't refuse. The house seemed to fall into a routine. Thorin would go to the forge to work while Balin would tutor. Dori and sometimes Ori were in charge of keeping the house clean. Gloin was in charge of keep the fires going to keep the house nice and toasty. Bombur was in charge of making all meals while Bofur and Bifur found work at a nearby toy maker's place. Nori switches jobs time to time helping whatever dwarf needed help. Dwalin was in charge of weapons training for the boys. Oin was being a healer whenever needed which was every hour or two considering all the mischief Kili likes to pull. The once small three bedroom cottage had turned into a bustling 6 bedroom cottage. One night Thorin walks in the smell of rabbit stew hits him in the face.
"Boys!" I call.
Two little bundles, one with brown hair and one with blonde run into me and hug me tight. "Hello uncle! Guess what Balin taught me! He taught me all about Khuzdul!" the younger nephew chirps as the older one waits patiently.
At dinner everybody gathers and we laugh and drink and smoke. This feels a lot like home. I am with my family.