"You can trust me; we're closest of kin." Kili was insistent, he truly believed that Thorin would listen to reason if he handled this properly. "Everything will be alright, I promise." The youngest Durin took her hand in his, and he gave her hand a small, reassuring squeeze. "I'll be right back." Kili smiled to her, then turned to leave, confident that he could speak some sense into his uncle.

As Thorin overlooked the group of dwarves, he took notice that only one nephew was present. "Fili, where is your brother?" If anyone would know, Fili would. The elder of the two was often keeping an eye on him, and for a good cause. Kili was known as the reckless one, after all.

Right then Kili entered the hall, and he tried to get an idea of Thorin's current temperament. "Well, you took your time," he attempted to joke a bit in hopes of reading him better. 

"I became lost...on two occasions." Thorin sensed his nephew had more to say, but he did not bother to question him. There were more pressing matters at hand. "We have plenty to discuss, Gandalf." The king started to lead the way into the next room, and Kili lost his courage. Just momentarily.

"Fili," Kili grabbed hold of his sleeve before his brother might join the rest of them. "I need to speak with you -- about Delva," he explained in a rush, as he did not wish to keep their godmother waiting.