Fili was walking about the desolated, bleak halls. For a few minutes, he's been waiting for his brother to return to the treasure room to help their search, but with his prolonged absence that lasted for an hour or two, the blonde was starting to worry; even at the moment where his uncle instructed them to help block off the entrance to the mountain, the blonde tried to convince himself that Kili woudld be either resting or talking to Delva; no doubt that he would be looking for Delva. The youngest was attached to their godmother by the hip. That gave Fili an amusing feeling, but he still worried. With Thorin getting impatient, at each and every minute, Fili just realized that they were not safe. It didn't feel like wonder in this mountainous structure anymore; it only felt like an unsettling anger thriving within the stone walls. Something was terribly wrong...he could feel it. 

Just before he could lift up a stone, Fili heard the voices of his brother and uncle. He cautiously continued putting the stones in their proper spots as he listened in. Their voices got louder, getting clearer. He silently agreed to Kili's side of the argument, until his thoughts were completely cut off when he heard a struggle, and a thud, right before Kili could even finish a sentence! Fili actually despised the dwarves who belittled Kili when they were younger. They lead to the blonde getting involved in fights to cover his little brother, and the aftermath resulted in the eldest also getting hurt, just with minor scratches, cuts, and bruises; Kili looked no better. 

But this was Thorin doing the belittling, and Fili felt conflicted for the first time whether to cover for him or not. However, he wouldn't allow his uncle to furthen the damage already done, so he advanced towards them. "Stop it!", he shouted, coming in between them, and running to his brother's side. Seeing the bruise on the youngest's neck made the blonde feel betrayed. "Oh, Kili", he breathed in a mix of anger and sadness. "How could you?", he asked his uncle. "Striking upon Durin flesh and blood; answer me!", Fili was angry; his voice was reverberating off the walls. He couldn't imagine how Saeril would react if she were here.