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Chaos. That was the only word to describe the council that Thorin had called. The dark haired dwarf sighed into his hand, wondering if this arguing would ever end and he would be able to put his nephews to bed. His sister Dís had left him in charge for a few days so she could visit a friend who was about to have a child. He had agreed, thinking that the worst situations he would encounter would be playing " hide and seek" and bath time. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would be deciding the fate of a baby in his sisters kitchen. The problem wouldn't have been complicated if it was a dwarf, infact any of the families in the town would have taken a baby dwarf in an instant. But this wasn't a dwarf, oh no this was the furthest thing from a lovable dwarfling. This was a elf, a full blown elven child complete with slanted eyes and pointed ears. Thorin sighed again and tried to focus in on the roaring debate being held by his most trusted friends.

"We can't just let it die" said Bofur

"We should just leave it in the forest and let nature take its course." That was Dawlin, while an expert fighter and old friend of Thorin's , Dawlin's nurturing side was almost nonexistent, which usually made him unpopular in domestic issues, but this time his suggestion caused several heads to nod in agreement.

"Give it back to the Elves! We shouldn't concern ourselves with the affairs of that lot. Let them deal with the problem."

That was Óin, usually he kept to himself during these meetings but much like Thorin he loathed elves for their abandonment during the attack of Smaug and would not let his opinion go unheard in this case. So far his solution made the most sense and would be the kindest option for the child. However Thorin still felt uneasy about making any trip to visit the elves and prayed that someone could find a solution that benefited everyone.

The shouting had increased significantly at this point while several members had leapt to their feet and were shaking fists at disagreeing parties. Glancing around Thorin noticed that Balin, his most oldest and most trusted advisor was not around the table anymore.

Confident that his company could handle themselves for a few moments without him, the brooding dwarf quietly slipped into the living room. Letting lose a sigh of relief Thorin's gaze landed on two heads of hair, one golden and the other chocolate brown. Looking over the back of the couch the doting uncles gaze fell upon the two boys. However it wasn't just them snuggled up before the warm fire but also the child whose fate was being debated was tucked neatly between the brothers in an attempt to keep her warm and safe. The sight made the lonely kings breath catch in his suddenly thick throat. He remembered a time where it was him and his siblings curled into the exact same position.

It had seemed that his nephews had the same bond with just the two of them and since Kíli's birth, where the blue eyed child went you could be sure there was a brown eyed brother close behind. He remembered a time when it was just Frerin and himself, causing mischief and stirring up trouble. When Dís was born it had been perfect, Frerin had learned responsibility and Thorin had learned both patience and how to love someone unconditionally. She had been the missing piece they hadn't planed for, she was their center and she was their joy. Thorin wondered if this child could be the same thing for Kíli and Fíli. To be a center and a sister that both brothers would love and cherish.

As this last question entered his mind, Thorin felt a hand slip on to his shoulder. Looking back he saw Balin with a sad smile and a blanket from the boys room.

"I didn't want them to freeze and be uncomfortable sleeping on the floor." Balin whispered, "Especially the little one, Mahal knows she has a fight ahead of her."

Thorin nodded wearily and watched as the old warrior bent down to tuck the blanket around his sleeping kin.

"What should I do Balin? The path is not clear to me, I don't know what to do."

"I think you know what to do Thorin, you always have. I believe that this child will be important not only the boys but to you and the rest of our people as well. However I must caution you, once you or Dís adopt this child there is no going back. She will be everything that Kíli and Fíli are. She will be an heir of Durin and will be burdened with the same fate as her brothers. Are you willing to do this?"

Thorin looked at his friend with mild panic and confusion, a third heir? And elfling for that matter! No dwarf would ever bow to an elf, but maybe this child would be more than elf, if she was adopted she would be taught to think, act and fight like a dwarf. She would be a mix between their two races and if needed, maybe she could help unite them. However he had absolutely NO idea if Dís would even want a third child. If she said no Thorin wouldn't have a clue what to do with the baby. Gazing down at the pile that was his sister-sons Thorin steeled himself for the response his companions would give.

"Balin, what if Dís says no to the child? I cannot raise her."

"Then she will die Thorin and the problem will end. But I know Dís and as soon as she see's the child she won't let it go. I don't think the boys would let her say no. They already are enchanted by her."

Thorin chuckled and knelt down to brush the hair out of Fíli's face and run his thumb over his cheek. The boy would never forgive him if he gave the child away and Kíli would be confused on where his new playmate had gone. Suddenly Fíli's eyes shot open and met his Uncles thoughtful stare. He didn't say a word and glanced over at his brother who was soundly asleep and the baby that he cradled against his body.

"Uncle?"

In that single word Thorin could sense a thousand questions and in that moment his choice was made. He gently lifted the child out of the warm bundle and handed her to Fíli. Locking eyes with his eldest nephew he spoke the words that would change everything.

"Take her to your room Fíli, she wont be going anywhere, I promise."

His blue eyes sparkled with a fierce joy that Thorin rarely saw and in his heart he knew that he had made the right choice. He picked up Kíli and followed Fíli into the bedroom the boys shared. Setting down his own bundle Thorin took the baby and allowed Fíli to climb into bed before settling her in-between the two boys again. As he turned to leave he caught the sleepy words of his heir.

"Thank you Uncle"

Smiling to himself Thorin hummed his response and closed the door behind him. Nodding to Balin he walked down the hall into the kitchen, where the arguments had seemingly stopped. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself for their reactions Thorin looked at his friends.

"The child will stay. I've decide to keep her and make her one of my own. While I understand that this is completely unheard of I know this is the right choice and I ask that of you don't agree with it you at least don't reject her as she grows."

After his announcement Thorin expected all hell to break loose, arguing, yelling and possibly something breaking. What he didn't expect was silence. Heart stopping silence. But it wasn't vengeful or angry, most of the group had stunned looks while a few, (Balin and Bofur) smiled.

"Thorin are you sure about this?" Dwalin asked "You know what this means."

"Yes, Dwalin and I hope that you will all bare witness when I formally adopt her and name her one of my heirs."

There was a general murmur of consent as the members of this group all agreed to be a part of the child's ceremony. Thorin stifled a yawn and waited for the clamor to die down, he knew that it was late and that many of them- himself included- had to get up early and work but he had one more issue that had to be addressed and that was naming the child.

"So now that its been decided that the child will stay she needs a name. I cannot make any final calls until I speak with my sister but if anyone has any suggestions I would be thrilled to hear them."

"Do we give her a dwarvish name or and elfish name? That could effect how people treat her as well." Gloin said,

This caused further arguing among the group and Thorin sat down heavily in his chair. The hour was to late to deal with such important questions, naming something so treasured was a delicate task and typically it took the parents months to come up with something that was right. He very much doubted they could come up with a good name in a matter of minutes.

Dwalin, sensing his friends exhaustion slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Stop, right now we're too busy to even think strait. Lets call it a night and tomorrow we can talk when we all are more clear headed. Agreed?"

There was a moment where all the heads nodded and a collective "yes" ended the meeting. As the group filed out the door Thorin grabbed Dwalin's arm and nodded his thanks. The two friends shared a smile and as Thorin was shutting the door, heard a "good luck". Walking back to his room Thorin groaned, while the issue was over with the council he knew that the only battle left was to convince his sister to take on another child and to be honest Thorin was glad that she wouldn't be home for another day. It gave him time to come up with a better strategy than having Kíli beg with his puppy eyes.