"Aye, we have. We'll need to get this one indoors; I need to treat his leg." Oin was grateful that Fili and Saeril showed up. Kili's condition hadn't stopped him from being stubborn, and he doubted he would have been allowed to get very far in tending to his injury.

"He doesn't care," Kili's voice was low, broken. The fact that Fili had stayed for him meant a lot, though he also pitied his brother. Fili's dream had been to reclaim their homeland too.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Kili looked up to his godmother, feeling unworthy of her compassion at this time. "Delva, I'm s-sorry," he tried to apologize for breaking the promise, but he could not finish. With a small moan of pain, he started to collapse. The sickness had set in, he could no longer fight it.