A bit short, nevertheless I hope you enjoy :)
Also I'm running out of ideas at the moment for this story. So please send me your requests for chapter ideas!
A Royal Performance
Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, had spent another long and weary day ruling his kingdom. He had bathed and scrubbed up hurriedly as he had been running late for the dinner hosted by Princess Dis in the private quarters of the Durin family. After a satisfying meal and relatively quiet time in each other's company, the direct descendants of Durin loosened their belts and lounged in their chairs at the dining table, partaking in pleasant conversation.
The moment was interrupted by the screeching of a chair being dragged against the floor and the huffing and puffing of a child. The child cleared her throat and brushed her blonde curls from her cherubic face.
"Ahem! Excuse me! May I have your att-attention please?" the little girl announced. Curious, Thorin, Dis, Kili, Fili and Nala turned to face the dwarfling, who grinned once she noticed the grown-ups focusing on her.
"Tonight I have a performance, feet-featuring the one, the only, Prince Baby Vili!" the young Princess Disa drum rolled on the seat of the chair before picking up her baby brother from beneath the dining table and setting him on top of the seat. Vili gurgled happily and gave everyone a wide, toothless smile.
Kili snorted loudly in amusement, and then quickly attempted to cover up his blunder by pretending to cough into his napkin. Fili sniggered at the brief glare his daughter gave his younger brother. Nala gently slapped Fili's shoulder and whispered for him to behave. Dis rolled her eyes. Thorin sighed, his eyes crinkling as he smirked.
Before anyone could utter a word to ask what the performance would entail, Disa swept up a red, fur lined velvet cloak over her shoulders, much to everyone's bemusement ("where did she get that from?") and placed a similar blue one over her little brother's, adjusting a paper crown on his head. Vili reached up to grab his crown ("no, Vili, that is not for eating!") as his big sister proceeded to enact a fairy tale, her sweet childish voice turning hilariously serious as she narrated the dilemma of a princess lost in the woods, with nothing but a wolf dressed as a baby to try and eat her ("Vili, oww you're not meant to really bite me!")
Before long, the performance had come to an end, and the young princess bowed deeply as Vili and the adults clapped. Kili gave a whoop which made Vili clasp his hands over his ears and begin to bawl, ("honestly, Kee, when will you ever grow up brother?" followed by an "oops, sorry Fee.")
The evening eventually resulted in the family huddled in armchairs and sofas in front of the fireplace. Disa, tired out from her activity, had fallen asleep in her Uncle Kili's arms and had began to drool on his vest. Baby Vili, having been sneaked an extra few sweets by Disa, was tumbling and clambering all over his adad, Fili. Nala sat beside Dis as they sipped on tea and giggled at whatever ladies-talk they were indulged in. Thorin smoked his pipe as he watched over his family and smiled. This, he mused as he watched his nephews laugh, his sister smile and his niece sigh in contentment, was the reason why he set out on a mad quest to reclaim Erebor. Home.