"You did what?!" Kili exclaimed, looking at the demon in horror.
"It was a cute dragon to be fair to it." Bilbo shrugged, looking out of the window. "Besides, you are dust, and to dust you shall return… well ashes in their cases." He smirked, ignoring the ungodly feeling of hatred and despair coming from the other man.
"I liked Erebor. I was quite happy there, and Dale was very nice too! I could have died!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic, you would have just discorperated and would be waiting for a new body. Your side seem much better with that than mine does. Now, what are you calling yourself at the moment, Kili? You were an elf last time I checked, running around calling yourself Eriond." Bilbo said nonchalantly, looking over at the blond with a grin.
"Frerin, got myself into the line of Durin again, it's a nice life." He said, falling into a chair. "Well it was, until you decided that your pet dragon wanted a new out house. What about you, Bilbo?"
"Well. I'm down as Bungo. I still think you like those dwarves too much my dear. You should probably come away from the Durin line. They're too far gone to help. The goldsickness will claim them, and then they'll be mine." Bilbo raised his eyebrows, surveying the Angel as he pottered about his small home, investigating small artifacts Bilbo had collected through the years.
"There are unimaginable treasures in Erebor, you could have them if you guide the dragon away." Kili tried, visibly deflating as Bilbo shook his head. "What's done is done, dear boy. You know that more than most. Now come, like a good hobbit I have good food, strong wine and a warm hearth we can sit around."
After 'Bungo' had died in the fell winter and the demon was discorperated, Bilbo asked for an orphan Baggins-Took body, not bothering to hide his name this time as he was given to Belladonna to look after and make sure he was cared for. Despite the odd suggestion from Kili when he was around, he didn't cause the fell winter, nor did he cause that level of hatred in this place. The odd fight here and a rotted plant there, shirelings mysteriously falling off of the low branches of trees when they had annoyed him was nothing. He loved the shire, and everything in it, keeping true hatred out of it where he could, subjecting the other races to their misfortune instead.
Kili however had fought in the War for Moria, 'dying' on the battlefield by one of the orcs bashing him on the head with an axe while he was healing one of his comrades, his last thought one of For heaven's sake before he found himself back on the plains in said heaven. It took a good few years to finish the paperwork, but when it was done he was born of Kili Durin, son of Dis. He worked steadily, not showing his true skill with a sword but preferred a bow, unlike his 'brother' Fili. When he came of age, he followed his brother and uncle as they embarked on their quest, almost desperate to see Erebor again.