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It’s in the wee hours of the morning that Dis awakens to the sound of her newborn screaming blue murder. Rushing frantically into the nursery, the dwarf women has to slap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from breaking into peals of laughter at the sight that greets her.
Fili is sitting in the rocking chair with Kili held awkwardly in his tiny arms, attempting to get the frustrated baby to latch onto one of his nipples. Dis fights back a snigger as Fili grows impatient and tells his brother to “just drink, Kili! This is how mama does it...”
Taking pity on her eldest son, Dis steps forward and brushes a hand over Fili’s golden mane before scooping Kili from his arms. “That’s not quite how it works, little lion.”
Fili looks up at his mother with wide blue eyes, lower lip beginning to quiver. “I did it wrong?” He asks tentatively, wriggling out of the chair so that Dis can sit in his place.
Laughing, she beckons the dwarfling into her lap. “You had the right idea, my love,” Adjusting her tunic, she runs her fingers through Kili’s soft baby hair as he coos happily and latches hungrily onto her breast. Fili watches, trying to figure out where he went wrong. “But boy dwarves and girl dwarves are built differently, little one. It’s wonderful that you want to help your brother, but perhaps leave this job to mama in the future, hm?”
“Okay mama.” Fili nods, though he’s only half listening as his chubby fingers play with Kili’s tiny toes. Dis just shakes her head in amusement, knowing that this won’t be the last time Fili tries to “help”.