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This was supposed to be the end. Yet it didn't feel like the end. There was something unnerving, unsettling, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. The halls were gloomier, missing the laughter and joy of victory over Smaug I had expected there would be.
It was supposed to be settled; but no, we were still looking for that blasted Arkenstone. The stone sounded wondrous and beautiful once upon a time. Now that image sunk deeper and deeper every time my uncle mentioned it.
Our journey was supposed to be over, but instead of enjoying victory, sleeping in a bed after so many months of spending the night outdoors; having a feast instead of surviving on a crumble of stale bread; and warming up by fire instead of freezing in the cold, we had to spend day and night digging through mountains of gold trying to get hold of that god-ridden stone, under the watchful eye of my brooding uncle.
It was supposed to be done, but it wasn't what it was supposed to be.
AN: You can decide whether it's Fili or Kili, it's all up to your imagination. I have no idea where this came from, but I had to get it out. Yes, I will update my other stories, I promise!
By the way, I'll upload this in a third person POV too, so see what you prefer.