Kíli listened wide-eyed as Fíli concluded his tale.
"And that, Kíli, is why Santa is an Elven Dwarf-napper."
There was silence for a while. Then Kíli spoke up. "Fíli, can I sleep with you?"
Fíli rolled his eyes. "And why would I allow that to happen?"
"Because," Kíli's eyes grew wider, "I don't have any weapons of my own yet. I don't want Santa to come into my room and kidnap me!"
Fíli sighed. "Fine," He scooted over in the bed to make room for his little brother. Kíli immediately climbed in and pulled the covers over his head.
Later that night, when Fíli was fast asleep, Kíli heard a loud thump. He let out a small gasp. It must be Santa!
In actuality, though, it was Thorin disguised in a Santa costume putting gifts under the Christmas tree.
Knowing that he had to protect his brother from the Elven Dwarf-napper, Kíli crept downstairs and grabbed an axe that was hanging off the wall. He crept closer to Santa, who had his back turned, and WHACK!
Fíli awoke to a shout of: "Fíli, come quickly! Hold Santa down while I bash him over the head with this axe!"
Fíli rushed downstairs only to see Kíli standing triumphantly over an unconscious Thorin. Kíli grinned at his family. "And thus I have saved us all from the evil Elvin Dwarf-napper!"
All heads turned to the eldest prince. "FILI!"
Twas the bright day of Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was happy, not even a mouse.