Oneshot: Childish Behavior- Children

Thorin stood at the foot of the steps of his small two story house listening. It was a chilly day so he had on his normal long sleeve blue under shirt. A tunic with diamond shaped runes, the sleeves peeking out from his blue over tunic. His large belt that kept the multitude of shirts from sifting had a large diamond in the buckle.

His black pants didn't make a sound when he shifted his weight and his furred brown boots were made to be silent. Upon his arms and hands were a pair of dark fingerless gloves and he too wore thick leather gauntlets. Hearing nothing still he pulled on his coat. A long blue thing that reached his knees and the inside was lined with thick, rich fur.

It was then that he heard the creek of the third stair up. Before he could even think about turning a small body had launched itself at him and with some effort by them, and painful tugs of Thorin's lush hair, they seated the self upon Thorin's shoulders.

From the small brown booths and tiny gray pants he knew that this was his nephew, "Kili," Thorin said when the young boy giggled and lifted the braided that hind at the side of Thorin's head. Though he couldn't see the boy he was sure that Kili had on a small blue tunic for that's all he ever wanted to wear.

Thorin paused remembering an important detail about Kili. He had an older brother, Fili. Fili and Kili, or Kili and Fili. The elder was always trailing after the younger to make sure he didn't get hurt, lost, or in trouble. Alone. Neither were ever in trouble without the other. Neither were ever without the other.

So it came as no surprise when Fili's small hands grabbed Throin's arms at the elbow. Thorin lifted his arm up taking the young boy, but older than Kili, with it. Fili just shiny there grinning as he clutched his uncle arm, "we ga 'im, Fee!" Kili cried.

"Nah, I think he got us, Kiki." Fili kicked his legs, clad in light brown trousers with a darker brown boots, around swinging. His black armed under tunic stayed in place while his brown over tunics' sleeves fell to his shoulders, for like Thorin he wore two over tunics yet both were short sleeves, and his brown belt kept the shirts from lifting. His own braids hung loosely and were coming undone.

A hard pounding knock resounded when someone banged upon the door. Thorin, who was supposed to meet a friend ten minutes ago, knew who it was. He walked to the door with the two boys still hanging on him and opened it. The male dwarf took one look at his friend with the boys on him and chortled with laughter.

"I hope my lil girl will be as much fun as those two seem to be," and in his arms was the small form of a little girl only three years younger than seven year old Kili. A little girl who would have her heart stolen by little Kili and one day he courted by him.

The same little girl that was doubled over laughing at Thorin as he had two fully grown Nephew hanging off of him now.