“I look forward to the day when we reclaim Erebor,” the elder said instead, taking a seat between the two but behind them so as not to separate them, the three sitting now in a triangle. Fili and Kili bowed their heads in agreement to the familiar statement before their uncle continued. “I look forward to sitting in the royal halls… with my nephews by side,” the two nephews in question blinked rapidly, turning to look at Thorin – never before had he said such a thing. Thorin continued, looking over the two younger dwarves in turn. “And it is my wish that I die an old, old dwarf, knowing that my kin…” a firm hand was placed on Fili’s shoulder. “…is there to take my place,” he looked at the older of the two brothers sincerely before turning to Kili, offering him the same sincere look. “With his brother there to offer him council,” Thorin paused to acknowledge the appreciative looks in his nephew’s eyes before he leant back, a smirk gracing his lips. “Although the wisdom of this council would be highly questionable.” (x)
Jan
