[Tears had been shed yesterday. Now, Kili just stands over his fallen brother as if he's nothing but a doll, a stone effigy. He thumbs across a pale lower lip and blinks as if he doesn't recognize just who it is there.
He'd been too young when his father died to really understand. He'd just asked if Thorin was going to be Papa now and flinched when Fili told him off for it.
Who will be brother now, he wonders, and pulls one of the twin blades from his brother's bedside. There's nothing in his eyes as he strides as best he can out of the room. No one else has the heart to stop him. Dwarves are very loyal to their kin.]
/hug
He'd been too young when his father died to really understand. He'd just asked if Thorin was going to be Papa now and flinched when Fili told him off for it.
Who will be brother now, he wonders, and pulls one of the twin blades from his brother's bedside. There's nothing in his eyes as he strides as best he can out of the room. No one else has the heart to stop him. Dwarves are very loyal to their kin.]