Fili didn't have to make an objection to their weapons being dropped onto the nearest surface, which the Hobbit had randomly thrown from his hands, and huffed away. Hearing his brother's question, he gave a sigh before patting his shoulder lovingly, clearly amused by his curious, boyish nature. 

"I wouldn't get our hopes up yet, little brother. Uncle has his reasons; he will come", he reassured him, mainly to sustain his excitement for their journey. Fili let his hand go from his brother's being, before he spotted Dwalin approaching them. 

"Fili, Ki­li, come on, give us a hand", the muscular dwarf told them before putting a hand on the younger lad's shoulder, leading him to the dining room. "Let’s shove this in the hole, or otherwise we’ll never get everyone in", Fili willingly followed.