As annoying as it was for Kili. It also felt nice. His big brother, once again managed to surprise him. It was a nice, wonderful surprise. One he did not expect. Whilst he had always wanted to meet 'Delva.' He sometimes wondered if it would be possible. And it was...she was here. For a few moments, it felt surreal. He had to remind himself, that it was real.

When she bent down to his height, the hug felt more natural. Her touch was soothing, motherly. Kili held onto her, like a small child would cling to it's mother. The hug felt nice, and he didn't want to let go. Holding it for a long while. 

It was a happy moment for the young Dwarf. To meet her and to know, she was family.

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Meanwhile, Bilbo had been talking to Gandalf. He eventually sighed "I am sorry Gandalf...I can't do this. You've got the wrong Hobbit." he told the Wizard, before he walked out of the room, with his empty tea cup in hand.

Balin whom had been sitting down with Thorin, sighed. As he saw Bilbo walking away. "It appears, we have lost our Burglar." he said, before he pursed his lips slightly "Maybe it's for the best. The odds were always against us. After all what are we? Merchants, Miners, Tinkers, Toymakers. Hardly the stuff of legend."

Thorin watched the elderly Dwarf, with a slight raised eyebrow. But his look softened towards Balin "There are a few warriors among us." he smiled at Balin softly.

"Old Warriors." Balin said, with a slight head nod.

"And I'd take each and everyone of these Dwarfs, over any army." Thorin said. "For when I called upon them, they answered. Loyalty, Honor, a willing heart...I cannot ask for more than that." he shook his head slightly. The thought of someone else helping him...it didn't seem right. These were his people, his friends...they shared the same cause.

Balin stood up, looking at Thorin "You don't have to do this." he replied. "You have a choice, you've done Honorably by our people. You have build a new life for us in the Blue Mountains. A life of peace and plenty." he pointed out kindly "A life that is worth more than, all the gold in Erebor."

Holding up a long golden Key, Thorin looked at the white haired Dwarf. "From my grandfather, to my father this came to me." he spoke. Thorin was determined to go ahead with this task "They dreamt of the day, Dwarfs would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin." Thorin then shook his head softly. "Not for me." He said. Balin was quite, but he nodded in understanding. He understood where Thorin was coming from. Whilst he was willing to support him, he also knew how risky it was to do so.

"Then we are with you Laddie." Were Balin's words of support. "We will see it done." he patted his arm softly.