Born from Stone (A Thorin Oakenshield story)

*Where the crows rule

"Take off the blindfold and come down now!" Dis stomped her foot on the ground demandingly.

Thorin held his heavy battle sword in one hand and revealed one annoyed eye. "What the hell do you want Dis?!"

"Missy broke a leg. Dad knows and now Frerin is going to get a thrashing!" Dis rejoined quickly.

"How did that happen to Missy?" Thorin revealed both azure eyes and threw the blindfold down.

"Frerin has been riding her secretly..." Dis nibbled her bottom lip and suddenly all her furious drive got grounded hard. She avoided his eyes and began surveying her fury boots.

Thorin jumped off the battle stage and towered over her with a lingering look of authority that could easily overshadow his grandfather. "What?" He pretended to hear about this for the first time.

Dis's cheeks caught fire. "I was going to tell you!"

"When?!" He snapped and threw his sword on the ground with such force, it got embedded deep and vibrated for a few moments there between them.

Dis looked at it and paled. "Thorin...Ι was going to tell you!"

"You lie." He hurled at her coldly.

"Please...." She began sniffling.

"You kept Frerin's secret from me, now you get him out of this." He rejoined and turned at Dwalin who was looking at them amused.

"Finished Thorin?" The bulky dwarf asked.

"Yeah." Thorin shook his head dismissively.

"Dad is mad at Frerin. He is going to hurt him!" Dis' threw her hands in the air.

He inhaled deeply. "So I have to come and clean up your mess?"

"Yes, like I have done for both of you many times over!" His sister placed her tiny, but formidable fists on her waist and looked at him murderously.

He raised his brow. "Deal with it yourself. It's just a war ram for the love of Mahal."

"I tried, but dad is really angry. He doesn't listen to me, but he will listen to you!" Dis pleaded.

Thorin took off his fighting gloves. "I have more serious things on my mind than you and Frerin's idiotic escapades with the stable animals," he grumbled.

That gave Dis a pause of indecision. "Look I know you have been burdened with a lot lately. With the new commandeering of the army and with the training of the soldiers and with your personal training...."

"And with the loose dragons that's been circling around Erebor for several months now...and with the orcs that are roaming the forests who seem to gain courage and ground night after night..." He raised his brow at her and felt already exhausted, even though it was barely midday.

Dis inhaled deeply and looked partly regretful for bothering him with this. "You have a lot on your mind, I know."

He raised his brow provocatively.

"But he is our brother....and dad is mad....and..." Dis took a step closer to him and grasped his forearm.

"You have to grow up at some point Dis. You and him...I won't always be there to clean up after you." He said and the darkness of his words made her brows wrinkle. Dwalin who came up and stood behind him, frowned upon those words also, but kept silent.