"Are you sure this is the way?" Thorin asked Kili for the hundredth time.
"Yes I'm sure." Kili rolled his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"I didn't think it was a big deal."
"You're suppose to tell me everything that goes on."
"Like I said, it wasn't a big deal. If I would've known who they were I would've told you immediately. There it is."

It was a small cabin, not to far from Radagast's cabin. It was cute and cozy but kind of run down. Kili and Thorin went to the door. As soon as Kili knocked it opened up. A little boy answered. He looked like a little Thorin.
"Wow. Never noticed.'' Kili said.
"Kili! Mother! Kili's here!" The little boy announced excitedly.
"I see he knows you well." Thorin said.
"Yeah. Come here!" Kili picked him up and spun him around.
"Kili? What brings you here?" A woman's voice said. Thorin stepped in. The woman knew who he was, the king. She bowed in respect.
"Don't bow to me." Thorin said staring at her amazed. Everything he'd been searching for was here.
"Pardon?" She asked confused.
"I know this is sudden but I am your father."
"I'm sorry. My father died when I was young." She explained still confused.
"No Athina, Darila and I were married, we still are really. When Erebor burned and I lost everything she left me and took you. I've been searching everywhere. Everywhere but here. I've finally found you." He smiled.
"I don't understand? Why would mother do that?"
"I don't understand it either. Ask her about it. She'll tell you."
"I can't...mother was killed by the orcs when they massacred the Blue Mountains. Simil's family saved me."
"Then they're in my debt. Please understand I've always wanted you. You were taken from me." He pleaded.
"This is a lot to take in."
"I understand. I'd like to get to know you and your family if that's alright."
"Of course. The little boy is Thorgol and the little girl is Gimnia. My husband, Simil is out working right now. He'll be back tomorrow morning."
"Hello. I'm Thorgol! I'm going to be a warrior when I grow up!" Thorgol annouced proudly.
"Of course you will. You might rule an entire kingdom one day." Thorin told him.
"This is my dolly Rosey." Gimnia held up a doll made of rags.
"She's beautiful. How would you like a real dolly with fancy clothes?" Thorin asked her.
"I'd love one. But I want to keep Rosy too."
"You can keep Rosy. Maybe she can get some clothes of her own. And I bet you'd like a new dress too."
"Yes please! I want a purple dress!"
"I'll see what I can do."

"You're going to spoil them. You don't even know them." Athina said.
"Of course I am. I spoiled you while I had you. I missed out on your life and I don't want to miss out on anymore."
"I remember when I was little I had a closet full of beautiful dresses. Dresses of every color and design. Mother said her mother was a seamstress in Erebor and she made them for me. I lost them in the massacre. Everything was burned."
"Your grandmother was a seamstress but those dresses weren't from her. I had them made by the high elves of Rivendell. The only time I did business with elves. They were made of real jewels, lined with real gold and silver."

"Do you have any proof that you're my father?"
"I have a picture of us an artist drew once. But that's it. I'll bring it tomorrow."
"Look at Thorgol, then look at Thorin. That's all the proof you need." Kili remarked.
"So Kili is my real cousin!?" Thorgol exclaimed.
"I suppose so." Athina told him.
"Kili you're my kin!" Thorgol said.
"Yes! And my brother, Fili, is your cousin. And my mother, Dìs, is your aunt."
"Mother we have kin!"
"Yes we do. When your father gets home we'll talk more about it."

"I better go home. I'll be back tomorrow if that's ok." Thorin told her.
"You're welcome anytime." Athina hugged him. He hugged her back and held on like he never wanted to let go. And he didn't. He finally had his little girl back. The princess of Erebor had returned.

Two families have been reunited. Two families are rejoicing. Two families think life is complete and nothing can ruin it. But maybe something can....