Fili and Kili had woken up one Christmas morning and walked downstairs to find their uncle quietly sitting by the fire. He hadn't said anything in a long time and his chest moved slowly up and down as it carried his deep breaths.
"Good morning, uncle Thorin..." Said Kili as he wiped his eye and let out a soft yawn. Fili, however, was wide awake, and sipping a glass of hot chocolate as he stood next to his brother.
"It's Christmas," added Fili.
"Merry Christmas, my dear nephews," mumbled Thorin as he stared into the fire.
"Merry Christmas to you, too, uncle!" Said the boys as they wandered towards their christmas tree. It seemed... Dying. It was brown with very few green leaves left, although, underneath it were perfectly wrapped presents; two for Fili and two for Kili.
Slowly they unwrapped the leaf wrapping and their faces lit up as they held up their gifts. Fili's swords were made of the finest silver that could be forged by the dwarved and Kili's bow and arrows were the finest that could be carved. They were fantastic gifts and the boys adored them very much!
The day had gone on and Thorin remained by the fire. The table had been set for the Christmas dinner and the food had even been made. They weren't sure by whom, though.
It came to a point when the two boys finally noticed something; Everyone, except for their uncle, was nowhere to be found. They searched the rooms, the small, creaky room under the house and everywhere, and still, no one was to be found.
Fili had finally walked outside, donning a Christmas sweater that was much too big and was decorated with an elk and it's red nose. He heard something, it may've been laughter, or it may've been sobbing. He looked around. No one. He looked up. No one. He looked down. Finally. Someone. This someone was a short man with curly brown hair and a red coat, newly tattered trousers and bare feet. . . Familiar, somehow.
"Farewell" seemed to be the only word he could hear. And all that was to be seen now was Balin and Dwalin, and Dori and Nori and Ori, and Oin and Gloin, and Bifur and Bofur and Bombur. It only took him a second to realise and when he finally did a stray tear fell into his golden braid. There was another sound, now. It was his brother, Kili, he had walked out and was watching Fili curiously stare down.
"F- Fili? Wh- Where are the other dwarves for Christmas?"
He swallowed, hard, then spoke. His voice hoarse, and full of sadness. "Living, Kili."