Three young, carefree, mischievous little dwarves ran past a brooding Thorin Oakemshield. Two of them, his nephews; the third, their closest friend, Y/N. As the future king watched them play, laughing without a care in the world other than what time supper was, Thorin felt his heart warm. There was something in one of his nephews' eyes he could clearly see shining as the young prince grinned at Y/N, and the same twinkle appeared in her eyes when she smiled at him in return. It was rare for a dwarf to find their One at such a young age, but it was not unheard of. Thorin smiled softly at the pair. Someday...