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Nice Egan – In theory yes. But she's still half Dragonborn and so there are other things that could go wrong.

RocketRaccoonGirl83 – I was getting a bit bored of doing happy pregnancies and wanted to try something and bit different.

Celebrisilweth – Pretty much.

Bangbaby731 – Awww. I'd love to write one. It's a shame I wouldn't be allowed to post it on here.

KashinaKairi - I had nothing to really write for the reception. And this will be a slightly more dramatic pregnancy.

It Should be Happy News

Kili froze whilst Fira huddled in his grip.

"Pregnant?"

He shook his head. This should be a good thing. He was being told that he was going to be a father. That he and Fira would be able to have their own family. But when he looked down at the crying figure of his wife Kili couldn't even force a smile onto his face. Yes he was going to become a father. But he was now faced with the possibility of losing Fira once and for all.

"Fira? Fira look at me?"

It took her a few moments. Taking some deep breath Fira wiped her eyes before sitting back. Keeping one hand circled around her waist Kili pushed her hair from her tear stricken face.

"Okay. What did Oin say?"

"I…" Fira shut her eyes as more tears came. Biting his lip Kili gave her a gentle shake.

"Fira stop it!" Sighing he kissed her forehead, "Come on love. We need to stay strong. Now what did he say?"

Fira nodded at him, "The past few days I've been feeling sick. I thought maybe I'd eaten something dodgy but then this morning I kept throwing up. I went to Oin and he told me what had happened."

She pressed a hand to Kili's chest, "He was so happy. He hugged me and said he and the others had waited for something like this to happen to us. I wanted to tell him the truth, but he was so happy I couldn't do it."

Rubbing her back Kili shifted his position so he wasn't crushing one of his legs.

"Okay. So what happens now?"

"I don't know," Fira shook her head, "I really don't know."

Kili leant back; trying to keep his own emotions in check. Fira curled up against him like a small child. Although his brains was filled with various scenarios – mainly bad ones – Kili found a single thought kept pushing its way forward in his mind.

"Fira? Do you want to keep the child?"

"I..?" She shrugged, "Do I have a choice? I mean you said dwarvish children are rare. I'm assuming there aren't any options for getting rid of children."

Kili shook his head, "If the mother's life is in danger then it can be done. But it's not without its own risks."

He didn't tell her that those risks were high. If Fira chose to abort their baby then she was just as much at risk of dying as she was if she kept it. Fira nodded slowly.

"Okay. Well what do you want?"

"This isn't about me."

"Yes it is! Kili this is your child as well. Do you want it or not?"

He bowed his head, "Fira I…I can't make that choice. I can't choose between you and an unborn baby."

"Forget about that. Do you want the child?"

Kili nodded, "Yes," he whispered, "Yes I do. I'm sorry Fira but I really do."

She said nothing. Instead her arms curled around his neck, her lips brushed against his skin.

"Don't apologise," she whispered, "Never apologise for wanting to be a father."

She drew back, "I should be apologising. This is my fault after all."

"Fira…"

"No but it is," she got to her feet and brushed down her dress. Rising Kili took her hands.

"If I had told you this sooner then we would have taken precautions earlier," Fira sighed, "According to Oin I'm a month gone already."

"Our wedding night," Kili pressed his forehead to hers, "Oh Fira."

She shushed him, "It doesn't matter now. It's happened and now we need to decide what to do."

Kili nodded, "Tell me honestly. Roughly how many women of your race survive childbirth?"

Fira tapped her foot in thought, "About…I'd guess about two out of ten survive. As a very rough average. Maybe three depending on treatment they receive and if certain complications arrive. Each woman is different."

Kili nodded, trying to supress his gulp. They weren't good odds. On the quest for Erebor they'd faced worse odds than that yes. But this was Fira. If she kept this child then chances were she would die. Fira held his hands.

"But that means there is a chance," he eyes were still filled with tears. But this time Kili could see a hint of happiness in them.

"I never had a mother. Before I knew how she died I always wanted my own children. I wanted to look after them and treasure them. Give them everything I never had. Even when I heard how she had died – how many of our race had died – I still wanted it. And now I have the chance to have it. If I throw it away I'll hate myself."

"Fira think about this," Kili urged, "If you choose to keep it then…"

"I know the risks," Fira smiled at him, "But we're faced worse things on the quest didn't we?"

"Yes," Kili admitted, "But this is different. Fira as much as I want to be a father I can't lose you. I just can't!"

Bowing her head Fira stayed silent. Unsure if he should say something Kili simply stood there. After a few seconds Fira nodded.

"Kili. I want to have your child. I want to have a family with you. Yes there are risks. But there's also a chance I'll survive this. I'm willing to take that chance."

"So…so we're keeping it?"

As Fira nodded Kili pulled her in for a hug. A muted celebration it might have been but Kili couldn't bring himself to celebrate. Not really.

"Kili," Fira smiled up at him, "Trust me when I say I won't leave you. Not ever."

Kissing her head Kili pulled her back in for a hug. Fira could say what she liked. But he knew that when the child was being born she might not have a choice.

Keeping her hands pressed to her stomach Fira forced herself to take steady breaths. She'd been sick twice already this morning and she was praying that had been the last time. She knew a little bit about Dragonborn pregnancies, how long they lasted and of course the risks involved. But almost nothing else. Hence why she'd asked Oin to find out what he could and bring it to the meeting with Thorin. Kili was studying all day and Fira had told him she would tell Thorin about it whilst he told Fili and the others.

"How are ye feeling lass?"

Smiling at Oin Fira turned to see Thorin sitting down at his desk. Two chairs sat on the other side and Fira wasn't surprised when Oin all but sat her down in the comfier one. Holding her hands together she forced herself to look at Thorin. His face was pale as he spoke.

"Fira? Why exactly did you want to talk to me? And why did you insist Oin come?"

Fira knew there was no point in delaying it any longer, "I'm pregnant. One month gone."

Thorin gulped. He visibly gulped. Wringing her hands Fira tried not to react as he turned to Oin.

"When was this?"

"I told the lass a few days ago," Oin said, "And then she asked me find out what I could on Dragonborn pregnancies."

He then turned to Fira, "However I don't understand why I've been called here myself?"

Fira reached out and took his hand, "I wanted to tell you before. But you were so happy about the news. I couldn't take that from you. But the fact that im pregnant is dangerous."

Oin stiffened and Fira nodded.

"Many female Dragonborns die in childbirth. My own mother is just one of hundreds of examples."

"So when ye asked me to research…" Oin shook his head, "Oh Fira! Have ye and Kili decided to keep it?"

Fira nodded, "We talked about it when I told him I was pregnant. We know there are risks. But by the sounds of it, getting rid of the child is just as dangerous."

Oin nodded, "Well…I want to say I'm happy for ye both. But now I…"

Fira shook her head, "Oin it's fine. However I wanted you both here because I figured you both need to know what might happen over the next few months," she turned to Thorin.

"And if something does happen to me Kili will need you."

He nodded gravely whilst Oin flicked through the few pits of paper he had in his lap.

"Well I couldn't find much. Dragonborns are a very secretive race by nature. Living up in the Northern Wastelands means very few outsiders can find them. But I found enough I think."

Fira nodded, "Go on."

"Well it seems female Dragonborns are pregnant for about eight months," Oin glanced at her, "Which I thought surprisingly short given your lifespans. Many women suffer from miscarriages as well."

Fira held her hands to her stomach. She knew she shouldn't get too attached to her unborn child given the chances of losing it. But she couldn't help it. She would do whatever it took to keep it safe. Oin smiled.

"However once ye get past the four month mark then it's highly unlikely you'll miscarry and after five months it seems it's almost impossible."

Fira smiled, at least there was some good news. However Oin was frowning again.

"Childbirth on the other hand…what little I found wasn't good Fira."

That sick feeling was returning again. However Fira herself not to think about it.

"Go on."

Oin glanced at Thorin who nodded.

"Very well. Many women give birth prematurely. Their bodies can't take the strain of the baby any longer. When they give birth…most of the time the baby breaks her bones as it leaves the womb. The most common causes of death are internal bleeding, shock and mass blood loss."

Fira nodded, "Okay. And the women who survive childbirth?"

"I found even less. Nearly all can never have children again. Some survive giving birth but die later from infection or blood loss. The number of women living to actually raise their child is horribly small."

"Well," Fira forced a smile onto my face, "I'll just have to do whatever it takes to make that number bigger by one."

No one said anything for a few moments. And then Thorin cleared his throat.

"Shouldn't Kili be here? He is the child's father after all?"

Fira nodded, "I just don't want him knowing the details. He knows about the risks and that alone is eating away at him. I think if he heard this he'd insist I get rid of the child. And I refuse to do that."

"Are sure?" Thorin leaned forward, "I'm not trying to pressure you into making a decision Fira. But in a few weeks you won't be able to get rid of it. Are you sure you're willing to go through with this? Given the risks?"

Fira nodded, "I want my own family Thorin. If there is even the slightest chance I can have one then I am going to take it."

Oin reached over and took her hand, "I'll look after ye Fira. Both ye and the baby. Nothing will happen to ye as long as I'm around."

"Thank you," getting to her feet Fira glanced at both men.

"One more thing? Please don't repeat any of this to Kili."

Oin nodded but Thorin looked more uneasy.

"Fira he should know."

"Then I'll tell him," she answered, "Please Thorin? Promise me you won't tell him?"

Thorin nodded, "Very well. He won't hear anything from me."

Smiling in thanks Fira left Thorin's office. She knew the other two would want to talk some more and she was happy for that to happen. Walking down the corridor she looked at her stomach. She wasn't showing yet. But her stomach was a bit bigger.

"I won't die," she whispered to herself, "I won't."

Nodding she carried on walking; knowing deep down that it was a promise she probably wouldn't be able to keep.

Sitting bolt upright in bed Kili forced himself to calm down. His sweat soaked hair stuck to his face and he could feel his whole body shaking. There was a small movement beside him and he turned to see Fira curled up on her side. Kili wanted to smile. He wanted to lean down and kiss her. But as he stared at her he could feel it all coming back to him.

Since childhood he hadn't had many nightmares. He'd had a few during the quest but they had been few and far between. And none of them had been as real as the one had had just had. Kili could still remember waking up to find the bed soaking. How he'd looked over to see the sheet covered with blood and Fira's unmoving figure lying the middle of a growing pool. How he'd screamed for her to wake up. To not leave him.

And then he'd woken up.

Gazing at Fira Kili finally managed to bring himself to kiss her forehead. She didn't react and for one second he wondered if his dream had somehow become reality. But then she fidgeted in the bed and he relaxed.

"I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, "Anything at all."

Kissing her one last time he got back down under the blankets and stared at the celling.

Sleep was a long time coming.

Aww poor Kili! I'll be honest I think I prefer doing dramatic and dangerous pregnancies to really happy ones. The next few chapters are going to have small time jumps to avoid being boring and repetitive every time. Let me know what you think xxx