The Hobbit Imagines IV

Imagine Thorin telling stories

Imagine requested a long time ago by myrtle15 ; Imagine Thorin and Kili in their pyjamas, sitting on the throne, Kili on Thorin' lap holding a book and Thorin telling and explaining stories.

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"Uncle" Kili whispered in his uncle' ear. He didn't stir. Kili pouted. Now that didn't go according to plan. He softly shook his uncle' side. "Uncle, come on" he moaned.

Thorin muttered something unintelligble in his sleep.

That was the spirit. Kili got up and starting jumping behind his uncle. Thorin opened his eyes, considering whether or not he should alert his nephew to the fact he had awoken.

"Kili, what do you want? I was sleeping" he spoke tiredly.

"Yay uncle!" Kili shouted, jumping on his uncle. He smiled brilliantly at his uncle who was considering strangling his youngest nephew. Only in his mind though. Dis would kill him if he hurt Kili. And he would regret it later. Probably.

For now though...

"I can't sleep uncle" Kili said. He pouted.

Thorin sighed. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Kili shrugged. "You can tell me a story! On the throne!" Kili got off and rushed over to his bedroom to find a book for Thorin to read. So apparently he had no choice. He thought about his life decisions once more before he threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

The sooner he got out the sooner he would be back to sleep.

His nephew charged out of his bedroom. He lead his uncle all the way to the throne room.

Not as grand as the one in Erebor had been but grand all the same. It was sitting there, ready for his father to take the crown.

Kili grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his troubling mind.

"Which story did you pick?" Thorin asked, settling down on the throne. Kili pulled himself up on his Thorin' nightgown to take a seat on his lap. He carefully opened the book on his own lap. "The one of Froin and the goblins!"

Thorin smiled. "That is a great pick Kili. Let's see where the story starts."

"On a warm, sunny day Froin was skipping pebbles over the river. Normally his younger brother would join him but today, he was alone. His trusted axes was laying next to him. An axe that he had gotten for his birthday the year before.

He had spend the entire day in the woods. When the sun began to disappear from the sky, he thougt it time to return home.

Froin didn't want to spend yet another day out here in the cold night.

Not when he didn't have to.

And his mother had told him that very morning that she was going to make her famous stew. He didn't want to miss out on a bowl, or three, of that stew."

"I like mommy' stew the best" Kili said, looking up at his uncle.

Thorin smiled down at him. "So do I."

"Froin grabbed his axe and pushed himself off the ground. "Enough pebbles have landed in the water today" he said, "I must return home if I don't want my brother to eat all the stew!"

As he prepared his pony for the ride home, he heard a sound coming from the bushes.

He acted as though he didn't hear a thing. Whatever was there may think that they hadn't been discovered yet. He knew to keep the illusion alive for them. Now it was his turn to plan a surprise attack.

Quickly Froin spun around, shooting an arrow at the nearest bush. A terrible cry erupted.

A bunch of goblins jumped out of their hiding places.

Froin was already standing ready with his axe ready for the fight. He knew, like every dwarf, that the number of your enemies didn't count.

What counted was the strength you used to wield your weapon. That was all that mattered.

Left and right his axe sweeped, knocking the goblins off their feet."

Kili' head fell back against Thorin' stomache. His eyes were closing.

"They didn't come with a strong number so he made quick work of the small goblin horde.

Only 30 goblins had come his way. He wasn't sure whether or not this was a targeted attack, but Froin knew that if there were 30, more would be on their way.

So Froin hurried back to his king. His servants let him through as soon as they saw the state he was in. They realized that he was speaking the truth. They immediately brought him to the king, who was thankful to hear of Froin' tale.

He reinforced the guards in front of the gate. And he was right to believe Froin.

Because that night a small army of goblins tried to infiltrate the mountain. Thanks to Froin, they got slaughtered before they could do any harm.

Not a single dwarves' life was lost that night.

And that is how Froin became a soldier of honor in the kingdom of Ufutai."

Thorin smiled down at his nephew. He had fallen asleep halfway through the story. He closed the book. Thorin carefully picked up Kili in his arms and descended the throne.

The small dwarf was still asleep when he put him in bed.

Thorin pulled the covers up and placed a small kiss on his hair. "Sleep tight young prince."