#wolfoferebor

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

He was finally feeling better, finally not drugged up on Oin’s medicines and finally not passing in and out of consciousness. Sure, the pain was still there, but at least he could sit up without a splitting pain shooting up his spine and his back.

Kili was obviously feeling better too — he had made his way into Fili’s bed, cuddling up under the blanket with Fili like they had done when they were children and one of them had nightmares — and just having Kili there, next to him, made Fili feel that much better.

Until, of course, Kili hit him with a pillow.

Hearing his brother’s voice, he looked up with a large smile on his face. He had no idea where Fíli had gone while Balin had tutored him. Now that his lesson was finished, Kíli was quite bored and lonely without his brother. He asked his mother where Fíli had gone but it seemed she didn’t even know nor would she allow him to go and look for him. Though she had promised that if his brother was back by the time that Uncle Thorin returned then he could ask his uncle to help look for his brother. But it seemed that wouldn’t have to happen. Just as he was about to ask where Fíli placed the daisy crown on his head. “But you’re the prince,” he said with a small pout. “You should be wearing it.”