Don’t talk to me about how Thorin raised Fili and Kili.
Talk to me about how Dis did it.
Talk to me about how she raised them by herself while her older brother worked to get their kingdom back. Talk to me about how when Thorin made sure Fili understood his role as heir, Dis made sure he still had the chance to be a child.
Talk to me about she was always there to kiss their boo-boos better and keeps a big bed to make sure all three of them will fit when one son has a nightmare.
Tell about how Dis raised her boys to fight, standing out in the middle of the practice ring, showing them both how to hold a sword. Or how she gets lost in her memories when Kili picks up a bow, looking too much like the Uncle he never got to know.
Or about how she was the one who taught them to hunt and smiled so wide it hurt her cheeks when Kili caught his first rabbit. And how she teaches them how to clean and cook their kills.
Tell me about the boys wanting to learn smithing and Dis taking them to see Thorin work and bursting with pride when Fili takes to it like a fish to water. And how she shows Kili how to fletch his own arrows when he doesn’t.
Talk to me about how she made the best birthday cakes and the best swords for her sons.
Talk to me about Fili inheriting her looks and Kili getting her mischievous spirit.
Talk to me about how Dis, their mother, was vitally important to the boys turning out like they did. Talk to me about how she birthed them but they gave her life after she’d known so much death.