I will write a few cute and happy chapters with Thorin and his daughters soon, I promise. I already tried to include some fluff in the current chapters, but somehow I am not in a fluffy mood at the moment.

BUT it WILL happen! :)

Thorin came to the royal chambers way past midnight, smelling like a whole barrel of ale. With a sigh he looked at his sleeping wife and his daughters and retreated to the fireplace. He sat down in one of the armchairs and tried to find some sleep. But before he was even half asleep he heard that Brann stood up and walked over to him. As he opened his eyes she was standing in front of him and cocked an eyebrow at him.

'And what do you think you are doing?' she whispered and sat down on his lap.

'I did not want to wake you with the stench of ale.' Thorin swallowed as his wife frowned.

'Well, there is a way we could change that.' Brann smiled and pulled Thorin up. With a seductive smile she pulled him towards the bathroom and started undressing him on their way there. In the corner of their bathroom Thorin had installed a clever shower system. Through a hole in the wall, warm water from the deep thermal baths of Erebor was conducted to the royal chambers. Thorin was stripped down to his tunic and his pants as Brann shoved him below the stream of warm water and followed him, getting them both soaking wet in their clothes. Thorin swallowed hard as he looked at his wife in the wet night gown which was sticking to her body like a second skin. He felt the cold wall on his back and the heat of Branns body on his front and stopped thinking.

Thorin woke up next to Brann in their bed. He smiled as he thought about their last night. Brann had torn his tunic of his body and had kissed him passionately. The warm water had been running down their hot bodies and had washed away every worry that clouded Thorins mind. Brann had rid him them from their clothes and Thorin had switched their positions to make love to his wife against the wall. Her moans had turned him on so heavily that he had passionately slammed her into the wall while pumping into her.

Now, in the morning, Thorin kissed the light bruises on Branns back and felt remorse for being so rough. But Brann had shown no sign of pain, on the contrary, she had urged him move harder. As she came, she chocked her cries in his shoulder and had marked him with her teeth. Thorin could still see the mark on his skin.

'Good morning.' Brann murmured sleepily. Their daughters were still sleeping. The queen turned around and smiled at her husband. 'We have to say our goodbyes to Thengel and Denethor.'

'They are still sleeping and will awake with a severe hangover.' Thorin smiled as he thought about the feast. After Dwana had stormed into the room and had yelled at her father for being unreasonable, she had kissed young Thorin on the mouth and had cocked an eyebrow at her father provocatively. Thorin Stonehelm had not been able to breath through his broken nose and the kiss had nearly rendered him unconscious, but he had smiled like an idiot. Afterwards everyone had endulged into ale and wine and the feast had continued even heavier than before.

'Alright...will you get our daughters ready, then?' Brann smiled dreamily as Thorin scrambled out of bed and rushed to the cradle. Gwen was already awake and smiled at her father with a toothless grin. Thorin lifted her up in his arms and the princess shrieked in excitement. Brann looked at her husband, who was gently holding their daughter in his huge hands and smiled. Thorin started singing quietly and Gwen looked up at him with huge eyes. Brann was jerked out of her dreamingly state as Zial started stirring in her sleep, ready to wake up. This morning, the royal couple prepared their daughters for the day together and all four waved goodbye to their friends from Gondor and Rohan as they rode home.

The following months passed quickly and in peace. As the Blue Mountains celebrated the twins first birthday, Bombur baked the most pink and delicious vanilla birthday cake and Brann ate so much that she felt sick for two days. The next big celebration would be Dwanas and Thorins wedding at the end of the year. Both had given their last courting gift to the other, Thorin had given Dwana a beautiful set of axes and Dwana had given Thorin an ornate mithril helmet. They were a very martial couple, but the king and queen of the Blue Mountains could not feel more safe in their company. Winter passed and the twins started to walk and talk. Zial started to stand up first. She had begun to crawl at the age of a few months only and had pulled her little sister with her wherever she went. Soon Brann and Dwana had to keep an eye on the twins every second or else they would have been gone. Gwen was the one who was talking first. Her first word was no surprise to anyone. It was Adad. Brann could have sworn that her husband had wiped away a tear after his daughters first word. Everytime Thorin thought that he could not be happier he was proven wrong by his family. Even Thrain was so happy that he forgot his plans to reclaim Erebor, at least for the moment.

Fili and Kili visited their cousins every day. Fili read stories to the twins to support their communication skills and Kili helped Gwen with her first steps. Dis and Brann spent much time together and Dis told her stories from her and Thorins youth. At first they refrained from talking about Frerin as well, but soon Dis told Brann stories which made the women laugh for long moments. In their youth, the three Durins had almost driven their parents insane with their mischief. As Dis had met Lindin, Thorin and Frerin had given him a hard time, Frerin only to test him, Thorin because the dwarf showed interest in his little sister.

Dis had met her future husband in one of the mines. She had walked down to the smaragd mines and in her curiosity she had stepped to far over the edge and had stumbled into a collapsed part of the entrance. Dis had twisted her ankle and was unable to walk back. Lindin had been one of the guards and had rushed to her aid. It had not been easy to help the stubborn princess. Dis had forbidden the guard to even touch her, but she could not stand up by herself. So Lindin sat down beside her and talked to her. All afternoon and all evening they sat there, no other dwarf passed their way. Lindin shared his ration with the princess and kept her company. They talked all night and Lindin covered her sleeping form with his cloak as she felt asleep. In the morning they were found and Dis awoke to her older brothers's yelling. Frerin yelled at her for being so reckless and Thorin was yelling at Lindin for not dragging the princess back to her family, despite her protest. Lindin had met her brothers calm and reserved and had not been afraid to stand his ground. After Dis had returned to the royal wing Lindin had asked for an assignment as the personal guard of the royal family. Dis ran into him several weeks later, as he stood guard in front of her door. As she had asked him how long he had been standing there, Lindin answered that he had been assigned to this duty for weeks. Dis had passed him every day without even looking at him and felt guilt about it. But instead of making her feel guilty, Lindin took her hand and kissed it, swearing that he would be there and protect her whenever she needed him. That was when Dis fell in love with him.

Lindin was an intelligent and hard dwarven warrior. He was also extremly good looking with his blond hair and blue eyes and dwarven women threw themselves at him. Thorin grinded his teeth as he had seen the looks the dwarven women gave his brother in law to be. Firstly he worried about Lindins reputation and his loyalty towards his sister, but he also disliked to share the attention of the females with another dwarf. In his youth, Thorin was well aware of his looks and relished in the attention of the females. Since he and Lindin were the complete opposite of one another the females had a wider choice and many of them had favored Lindin, too many for Thorins taste. Frerin had teased his brother and had laughed at his sour expression when a female he liked had gone over to talk to Lindin. As Lindin and Dis were courting, Lindin stopped to even look at other females and Thorin was going insane because of all the females who came to him in worry and asked why Lindin showed no interest. Thrain had scolded his oldest son for his jealousy and his overprotectivness, but Thorins mother shared Thorins mistrust towards Lindin. She tested her future son in law and tried to scare him away from her daughter by behaving even more terrifying than usual. But Lindin had stayed loyal to Dis and after a while nobody could deny that his love to Dis was true and pure. No dwarf would cope with the horrifying royal family only for a flirt with the princess.

Dis chuckled as she saw Branns shocked face and knew what the queen was thinking. Her daughters would probably stay unmarried forever.

Years later, when Fili was born, Lindin had stayed at his wife's side during the whole birth and cut the umbilical cord himself. Apparently he was the only member of this family who would not faint during or after his dwarfling's birth. Fili was already born with his fathers blond hair and the resemblance to his father made Dis ' heart ache everytime she looked at her oldest son. But through Fili, Dis had the feeling that Lindin had not left her entirely.

Later that evening Thorin found Brann siting at the fireplace with their daughters, humming quietly. The princesses were fast asleep and Zial had closed her fists around Branns marriage braid. Brann looked up as Thorin sat down beside her and smiled.

'How was your day?' Brann asked and let their foreheads touch.

'Horrible. The council makes problems out of every little thing out of boredom. I never thought that I would say that, but sometimes I miss a good battle.' Thorin sighed.

'You cannot be serious.' Brann looked at Thorin with big eyes. 'A battle means death and despair. We have lost so much at Azanulbizar...'

Thorin cupped his wife's face with his callous hands. 'We have lost alot, but we also found each other.'

'You did not even like me back then.' Brann smiled.

'I...' Thorin grinned as he saw Brann lift her eyebrows. 'I am not good in expressing my feelings, you know that. When I first saw you, you had been asleep beside one of the carts. Frerin told me who you were and that you were a healer. I could hear his affection for you in his voice and could not understand. But then I witnessed your bravery and your strength and I...I cursed fate that Frerin met you first. It was a horrible thing for me to think.'

'You could not know that Frerin would die then, Thorin.' Brann kissed her husband on the nose.

'No, I could not. Still I do not know what would have happened when you have lived here as his wife. And not mine. What if our daughters were his and not mine.' Thorin sighed.

Brann bit her lips. She had really liked Frerin, but the thought of living with him and not with Thorin seemed impossible to her today. Still she mourned him deeply.

'We are here now, husband. And we are here together. These are our princesses.' Brann smiled. 'And we have Frerin to thank for it. He brought us together, even if he did not know it back then. He would be happy for us.'

'He will give me a good scolding for nearly screwing up when we meet again in the hall of our ancestors.' Thorin grinned. 'I already look forward to see him smile at me again.'

'His smile...Dis told me that you used to smile alot when you were still living in Erebor. Don't get me wrong, but I have a hard time picturing you like this.' Brann frowned. She hated the dragon who took her husbands home away. She hated the dragon for doing this to her husband, for taking his smile away and his joy. Thorin only smiled when he was with her or his daughters and nephews.

'I was told that I used to be like Kili. Believe me, I have problems picturing that myself.' Thorin smirked. 'By the way, that reminds me that I need to have a word with you about Kilis choice of weapons. A bow and arrow, woman? Really?'

'He chose them. And he is really good!' Brann smirked at her husbands sour expression. 'Can you use a bow?'

Thorin shook his head. 'Last time I tried I nearly shot Dwalin in the foot. And he was standing behind me where he thought to be safe. After that I hit the ceiling. I deemed it wise to give that up.'

'Poor Dwalin.' Brann chuckled and remembered that Dwalin almost lost a few toes in her first attempt with a bow and arrow.

'Kili will be a great archer one day. An archer who will make the tree shaggers green with envy.' Brann teased her husband and rolled her eyes at his smug expression. No word of protest came from Thorins lips about that topic again and Brann sighed in adoration for her husband.

Brann walked to the throne room with Zial and Gwen on her arms one day and shortly before the doors to the room she let them walk the rest. The council was just emerging and Brann frowned as she saw her daughters walk straight past lord Mara, who looked at them darkly. But the lord also had a smug look on his face as he looked after them and a cold shiver ran down Branns spine. If that dwarf would hurt her family Brann would kill him, one hair at a time, that she swore herself. Balin had warned her that Mara and his family would probably try to harm her and her daughters in one way or the other one day. Thorins advisor had a bad feeling about Thorins visit to Ered Luin a year back, but he could not put a finger on it. Shortly after Thorins visit to Ered Luin, lord Mara had come back to the Blue Mountains and had innocently asked the king if everything was alright. Thorin had only nodded and clenched his jaw. He could not prove that Maras family had tried to drug him and force him into Daras bed, so he stayed silent. At first his silence had angered Mara, but after a few months the lord seemed more at ease, even very smug at times. But the queen decided to not let the thought of this deceitful dwarf ruin her day. With her head held high she passed him and followed her daughters into the throne room. The king of the Blue Mountains watched in awe as his daughters entered the throne room on their short and shaking legs, followed by his queen. Zial looked like her mother, she had brown curls and warm brown eyes. Gwen was all her father, with black locks and piercing blue eyes. Zial had taken her sister by the hand and walked towards their father. Thorin was about to walk towards them, but Brann gestured him to stay where he was and let their daughters walk up to him, for they needed the practise. Thorin stayed in front of the throne and winced as he saw Gwen fall onto her knees. He could see Brann move forward in a reflex, but Zial had already pulled up her sister, who was babbling quietly in protest. After a while both dwarflings had reached their father. Gwen had even been faster than her sister as she saw her fathers welcoming arms which he had stretched out for his daughters. With a delighted shriek she threw herself into Thorins arms and Zial followed with a warm smile which resembled Branns smile so much that Thorin practically melted.

'Adad.' Gwen whispered as she cuddled against Thorins chest.

'My gems.' Thorin kissed his daughters gently. 'I am so proud of you.'

Brann slowly walked over to her family and smiled happily. Life was good.

Thorins and Branns peaceful life was over as their twins were one year and four months old. On a stormy day Dara appeared in front of the gates and demanded to be let in. The guards tried to send her away, but then she showed them the little bundle in her arms. The dwarf guards eyes grew wide with surprise and they let her pass. The guards had brought her to the throne room and called for the king and queen. Brann was furious as she heard about it. The queen stormed into the throne room and was about to rip Daras head off, as well as the heads of the guards who had let her into the mountain. Her hands balled into fists she was about to grab Daras hair again, but as Dara turned around with a triumphant smile, she stopped dead in her tracks. Brann eyes widened and her heart froze as she saw Dara stand in front of the throne. She was holding a dwarfling. A newborn dwarfling with black hair and blue eyes.