There was no breakfast that morning, Fili cried, hurting from hunger, while Dis pulled her child along behind her. It grieved her to see her child go hungry, and she worried that her own hunger would harm the child growing in her belly. Thorin claimed there was a city a day away, and that he would find some work there, along with the other men, just as they had done in the previous towns. Still it was a sad thing to watch the royal line of Durin fall so low to wonder lost in the wilderness, and go hungry.

Fili tripped, Dis knew his blistered feet must be greatly hurting him, but she pulled him back on his feet, "Come on we must keep moving."

"I can't ma." Fili cried. Dis kneeled down to his level and took her child's face into her hands.

"Be strong my son."

"But everything hurts ma." He dropped his eyes down, dirty locks of thin blond hair falling into his face. Dis hugged him tightly allowing him to cry into her shoulder as she whispered,

"I know, I Know."

It was a moment before Dis felt her brother's strong stride approach them. She looked up into the morning sun; he stepped in front of it, blocking it and shading her face.

"Is something wrong sister?" He asked.

"No," She replied. "He's just much too young to be doing this, and well I do worry about him."

"It would be foolish to stop until we reach the city. There should be plenty of work and food there, and a descent amount of time to rest before continuing toward the Blue Mountains." He said.

"I know." She said, before pulling away from Fili and wiping away a tear. Thorin motioned with both his hands for Fili to come to him. Dis gave him a slight nudge toward his uncle, and he gave in almost falling into Thorin's arms that lifted him off his feet to settle on his hip. He would carry his nephew, until they reached the city.

Thorin set his nephew down, saying a quick goodbye to his sister and entered the city. He found work with a blacksmith quite quickly, and worked the whole day until dusk. When he returned he found his healers working on many bloodied feet. He found his sister among them speaking with another woman, keeping her calm while a healer wrapped her feet with soft bindings. He joined her taking the women's other hand, until the healer finished. It was hard to watch his people suffer, especially those who were never meant to.

Dis rose, her brother stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, "How many are like this?"

"Most of them have sore feet," Dis explained, "Some, like her, have walked until their skin came clean off their soles. They didn't even feel it was happening until we stopped."

"How are yours?" Thorin asked.

"They stopped hurting."

"Can you feel them?"

When Dis said nothing Thorin lead her to a chair and sat her down, "Let me see." She nodded and let Thorin gently unlaced her first boot and pulled. Dis gasped in pain, he spoke a quick apology, and unlaced her boot as far as it would allow. Then he pulled again, she squeaked before it pulled completely free, he let the boot drop on the floor, blood pooled out of it on the floor.

He sighed loudly at the sight of her foot, she too had walked off the soles of her feet, and being nearly eight months with child, she wasn't going anywhere for a while. Thorin treated and wrapped her feet himself. Guilty of what he had to but her through, his people through, but where does a prince go when his kingdom is gone.