If there was one thing that Fili hated the most it was knowing that his brother had been crying. He was always so protective over his brother and when Kili had been but a baby he had taken to carrying him around everywhere throughout their home, never mind the fact that Kili had been half of Fili’s size at the time. “Kee…”he said softly as he pulled his little brother into a hug. They were getting older and as such they thought that they needed to be a lot like their Uncle and crying was a sign of weakness. “Come on, let’s go get some breakfast.” He didn’t want to ask his brother about the nightmare, not now. 

Fili walked into the kitchen and grinned at the food sitting on the table already. There was a large plate of warm fruit filled pastries with sweet cream, eggs were already on their plates, there were thin slices of meat, potatoes and other goods but what Fili wanted more than anything else were some of the pastries. His mother always made the best pastries and they were real treats because the berries only came at certain times of the year. 

“Fili no,” Dis said as she lightly slapped his hand away from the plate of pastries. He pouted and looked at her with watery blue eyes, “But Amad I’m going to waste away to nothing!” 

Dis rolled her eyes, “Go get the milk first.” She ordered her son.

Fili grumbled but did as he was told and came back with the milk, his mother poured their glasses and she took a pastry for herself before Fili took one (since dis had scowled at him when he had tried to take two). He swore that he could eat his weight in the pastries that his mother made. “So Uncle are we going to stay out all day?” he asked Thorin.