Dísa is about 6-7 in human years.
Víli is about 6 months in human years.
A Royal Tea Party
Kili yawned loudly as he hung up his bow and quiver of arrows in his bedroom, blinking owlishly as he eyed the soft mattress of the bed. The second prince of Erebor had been leading a hunting party for the last five days in order to stock up on meat for the upcoming Durin's Day feast. Kili rubbed his eyes and made to pour himself a refreshment when a soft knock sounded from the door to his chambers. He barely had time to gulp down his drink before the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps reached his ears. Kili breathed out a laugh and smiling, turned to await his young visitor.
A golden, curly head popped round from behind the chaise lounge in his chambers, blue eyes staring adoringly up at him. Kili grinned and with a growl, grabbed the squealing child and engulfed her in his arms, planting a loud sloppy kiss on her cheek. He sat them both down on the chaise lounge and gently pressed his forehead affectionately against hers. The little princess giggled before bringing her hands to rest on either side of Kili's face, her expression turning amusingly serious as she tried her best impression of an adult (or as Kili called it, her mini-imitation of his Uncle Thorin).
"Uncle Kili," Dísa began sternly, blue eyes fierce. "I have something really important to ask you."
Kili, taken aback slightly by the seriousness of her tone, furrowed his brow in concern. "What is it, my sunshine?" he said as he brushed wisps of blonde hair from her face.
Dísa broke into an easy smile. "Well, since Gampa Thorin's Durin's Day party is coming, I want to have my own party!"
Kili chuckled. "Alright then darling, you tell me when and where and I'll organise it all for my favourite niece," he winked.
Dísa frowned and shook her head. "No, Uncle Kili! You don't have to plan anything. You have to come! The party starts now!"
Kili blinked, confused. "What…?"
More footsteps followed by soft babbling reached his ears.
"Dísa! Do not disturb your Uncle, he has just returned and must be tired. Let him rest, your tea party can wait for another time."
Dísa immediately pouted and swivelled in her Uncle's arms to face her mother. Nála, wife of Fili, smiled apologetically at Kili as she shifted the babbling infant in her arms. The little boy had wisps of blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and according to Dis and Thorin, was an exact replica of Fili when he had been a child. As a result, Víli II, son of Fili, also bore an uncanny resemblance to his namesake and grandfather, Víli I.
Nála, with her long dark hair of Durin's folk, large brown eyes framed by long dark lashes, porcelain skin, rosy cheeks, full lips and round youthful face, was considered to be a rare beauty in Erebor. Similar to Fili, she possessed a regal air about her, yet lived life with humility and grace. More importantly, she had wrapped Thorin around her finger, to the point where Thorin treated her as his own daughter more so than he treated Fili and Kili as his own blood, much to his nephews' surprise and amusement.
"It's alright, Nála," Kili smiled as he cradled Dísa and shuffled over to the other side of the chaise, gesturing for Nála to join them on the lounge. Nála smiled gratefully and adjusted baby Víli on her lap, the infant cooing as he munched on his tiny fist, and attempted to wipe the drool off in his mother's hair. Kili grabbed a napkin from the coffee table before him and quickly wiped off the drool from the baby's hands before he could entangle his sticky fingers into his poor mother's hair. Víli's gaze instantly fixed on his Uncle and he laughed gleefully, stretching his arms out to Kili as the prince gently took him into his arms and bounced each golden haired child on his knees.
Nála scrutinised Kili's face, her expression softening. "Kili," she said gently, "you look like you have not slept in days. You must rest."
Kili smiled and rolled his eyes. "You know, you can be worse than Fili and Amad and Uncle Thorin, sometimes," he said good naturedly. "I have been away from them for too long, I don't mind attending the tea party for my favourite princess." Dísa beamed.
Nála huffed and crossed her arms. "You spoil her too much. You spoil them both too much," she retorted, the corner of her mouth turning upwards.
Kili grinned mischievously. "How else will I be the favourite Uncle if I don't spoil them both? It's my job!"
Nála laughed melodiously and tenderly smoothed over Kili's fringe from his forehead. "And we all love you for it, but please don't strain yourself Kili. I know your leg bothers you after too much excitement."
Kili sobered slightly and nodded, before turning his lips into a smirk, bowing his head, "as her highness commands!"
Nála swatted his arm and shook her head, sharing a loving smile with the cheeky dwarf. Kili and Nála had always gotten along well as children and Nála had become especially protective of him as an adult, almost as protective as she was over her own dwarflings. Perhaps it was her healer instincts, or motherhood that had exacerbated it, but Nála had always been a caring soul, much like Fili himself. The dwarves of Erebor agreed wholeheartedly that they had not seen such a perfect match in both beauty and character since the days of Thror himself. Kili recalled humorously that Fili's wedding feast was the first and last time he had ever seen his Uncle make an utter fool of himself in public by getting completely drunk (with joy, of course). A fact which Dis had taken great pleasure in bringing up as often as possible, despite her brother's grumbling.
A tiny fist punching Kili in the nose jostled him from his thoughts. Víli flailed his little arms and cried out, disgruntled that his uncle was no longer focussing his attention on him. Dísa began tugging on his (only) braid, earnestly pleading for him to come to her room and join her oh so magnificent tea party. "The cakes are getting cold, Uncle Kili! The dolls' ribbons must be falling out from waiting SO long!" Mildly alarmed at how to handle two overexcited children, he looked at his sister-in-law with barely concealed panic in his eyes. Nála giggled, taking pity on the poor dwarf prince and extracted Víli from his uncle's arms. Kili, with a groan to exaggerate his effort, stood and swung up his niece in a circle into his arms. Dísa crowed with joy and clamped her arms tightly around her uncle's neck. With a swift kiss to Nála's cheek and rubbing his nose tenderly with his little nephew's button one, Nála followed as Kili marched out of his chambers and down the hall, Dísa bouncing along in his arms.
It was a few hours later in the evening, when the candles were beginning to burn down and the dwarves of Erebor had headed off to their homes for supper, when Fili entered his family's quarters. He exchanged a weary yet fond smile with his wife who was busy trying to rock a wailing Víli to sleep. His gaze travelled around his chambers and he raised an eyebrow at the absence of a certain blonde princess. Nála tilted her head and understanding dawned on Fili's expression. He quietly left his chambers and walked to the next room down the corridor.
Fili opened the door and did not even attempt to hold back his laughter at the sight that greeted him. His daughter sat in her baby blue frock, pastel pink ribbons in her hair, at a small wooden dining set with a pink lace tablecloth laid over it. Around the table there were dolls and stuffed animals of various types placed in tiny wooden chairs. Empty gold rimmed tea sets complete with gold plated cutlery were neatly placed before each "guest." At the opposite end of the table, cramped comically in a wooden chair that was definitely much too small for its occupant, sat a mildly disgruntled Kili. Except it was not just Kili, but Kili complete with pink ribbons tied as bows into this dark hair, a strand of pink pearls around his neck, holding a tiny tea cup delicately in his fingers, his pinky extended into the air, pretending to sip demurely on very delicious tea.
Kili jumped at his brother's sudden laughter and turned beet red within seconds. Dísa gasped in surprised and ran to greet her father, who had all but collapsed in the doorway to her room. "Adad!" she cried excitedly, "you're finally home! Come join us!"
Fili instantly sobered. "What? Darling, I cannot -"
"Oh yes, what a fine idea, Princess," Kili smirked evilly. "Please, Crown Prince Fili, do join our humble party."
Fili began to protest but his daughter was having none of it. With a "hmph" that sounded much too similar to his own mother, and with a remarkable amount of strength for her size, Dísa pulled him along and deposited him into the next available tiny chair next to his brother. Knees drawn up to his chest and practically crouching, Fili was forcefully handed a gold rimmed tea set and served some invisible cake.
"Eat," Dísa ordered sternly, handing him an equally tiny golden spoon. Fili grumbled and to his horror, felt his cheeks flare up as his brother cackled smugly beside him.
Nála had finally managed to put Víli to bed, when Dis and Thorin had walked past her quarters to have supper together. Noting the absence of her sons and granddaughter, Nála informed them they were most likely in Dísa's room. Dis had dragged Thorin along with her to investigate.
The sight they were greeted with was forever burned into Thorin's memory as he guffawed with laughter, tears leaking out from his eyes. Kili and Fili had turned a dangerous shade of red, cowering in their tiny wooden chairs, pink ribbons in both their hair. It was only when Dísa enthusiastically dragged her Gampa Thorin to join her party and shoved the props in his hands, with a "wait Gampa Thorin, you need a bow in your braid!" that Dis eventually lost all semblance of her composure.
Dis smiled wickedly. Oh, she was never going to let the Durin boys forget this, ever.
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