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Frerin's nine when Dis is born. Nine years old when his mother is lost to childbirth. His father hands his new baby sister to Thorin and storms off to grieve, leaving his children behind. It's there that Frerin swears to do anything for the tiny dwarfling thrust so coldly into this world. He's only nine, but he knows that it'll be much harder from now on.

His father never really moves on, but he doesn't wallow in grief either. Instead, he throws all of his energy into his work. Thorin, bitter against the world, takes up more training, leaving Frerin behind with Dis.

Frerin dreams of fire that night, images of destruction dance through his mind. He tosses and turns in his bed, whimpering at the screams echoing around him. Memories flash through his head; Dale burned, Erebor taken, and his brother lying dead on the snowy ground next to a great orc. A dragon, huge and monstrous, soars above, it's breath wreaking havoc on the earth.

He wakes screaming Thorin's name.