Stubbornness of Dwarves
Dís closed the door behind her, for Tauriel had become too tired to talk further, and she needed the rest she could get in-between her contractions, which was getting closer by the hour. It was not long before the baby would come, and Dís knew that there was one thing she needed to do before it did.
Outside Kíli sat sound asleep in the chair next to the door, leaning forward on his left hand, snoring faintly as he always did. Dís kissed his head and touched his raven black hair softly, not wanting to wake her troubled son. She was pained by his distress, and she felt again the anger of her brother’s actions warm her cheeks.
«Mother?» Fíli stood leaning on one of the columns, and straightened himself when Dís came out into the corridor. His spoke softly, and Dís heard despair weaken his voice. She went to him and embraced her oldest son, who put his strong arms around her, needing her support in this momen