Fili smiled lightly at his brother before climbing onto his own pony. It was as dark as night with white socks on its front legs. The pony's mane and tail had been braided one day when Fili had gotten bored on their last hunting trip and needless to say it had stayed in that fashion ever since. "You know, Kee, the last time we went without you it felt weird..."He admitted, Fili always hated leaving Kili behind and most often than not he wouldn't leave anywhere without his brother. Only when his mother pushed him to leave without Kili he would.

As they rode their ponies through the streets that soon gave way to the forest, Fili couldn't help but think of his Amad. She was so kind and loving; it didn't seem fair that her husband had been killed far too young. Fili couldn't remember much about his father but many said he resembled him greatly. He did remember when his Amad had cried and cried in the days and weeks that followed; Fili had been younger, much younger when that had happened. Ever since that day he hated to see his mother cry. 

Things fell quiet between the trio as they went farther and farther from home.