[I]Somewhere new[/i]...Fili found himself to be giddy; the idea of venturing somewhere that was unknown to his self and his brother was exciting. He finished the last of his milk before gathering the plates and taking them into the kitchen where he deposited them into one of the wash bins. He doubted that they would leave long before their mother would get back, as Dis always told her boys good luck. It wouldn't feel right to Fili if they left before their mother could tell them good luck. The boys were good hunters, not as great as their uncle but good enough to bring home a rabbit or two, or a bird. "Hey Kee, come help me in the kitchen!" he said, the boys still needed step stools in order to wash the dishes. 

The blond dwarfling sighed as he began to stack the other dishes in the wash bin as well, their mother could tend to the dishes but he still wanted to clean up for her. Fili wiped down the counters, cleaning the flour mess that his mother had left behind. the rag he was using quickly became covered in paste and he was growing frustrated. He wanted to leave but he also wanted to make his mother happy by cleaning for her. 
Dis had come home not long after, having a basket full of fresh herbs, vegetables and meat for a stew. 
"Fili, here..." she said as she set the basket on the counter top (that was half way clean, mind you) and took the dirty rag from Fili. She kissed the crown of his head and ruffled her hair. "Thank you, son." she smiled, "Now you go finish getting ready, and go wash up and get your bows." 

Bows usually weren't a Dwarf's first choice but for hunting it was acceptable, battle however, was something else entirely. She knew that Kili had a liking towards bows beyond hunting. Her brother Frerin had been the same way, aside from his love of his precious battle axe. Fili obeyed his mother as he ran to finish getting ready, "Kee come on, and let’s finish getting ready!" Fili grabbed his thick hooded cloak and another pair of boots that had been set aside for hunting only. They were warm; the inside was lined with the soft fur of a rabbit killed in winter. 
Dis chuckled lightly after she finished wiping down the counter. "Thorin, where are you taking my boys?"