Kili stared at the elven king before poking his brother in the ribs.
Fili glanced at him from the corner of him eye before hissing, "what do you want Kili?"
Kili lent over slightly, a dead serious look on his face, before whispering like he was diverging one of the greatest secrets in the world.
"His face hasn't moved. Do you think if he smiles, his face would crack?"
Fili turned his head slowly to stare at his brother, wondering if his baby brother had finally lost it. Then again, he was just as bad.
"Probably. Though there isn't a very high chance of him smiling."
A slight pout formed on Kili's lips, heartbroken at the thought of not seeing Thranduil's face crack.
"Not even if we set Uncle's cloak on fie?"
Fili shot a look at Thorin before looking back at Dis's youngest son.
"Well, Thranduil would most likely smile at that but we wouldn't get to see it because Uncle would of killed us."
The brothers looked eyes before nodding in sync.
"Do you want to get the flint or should I?"
And if the elves guarding the two brothers took a step or two back at the slightly crazy laughter coming from the two princes, well nobody would blame them.