Kili sat on the floor and stared at the wooden door in front of him.
Fili had been locked in his room for days. He didn't come out to play, or talk, or even eat. Servants had taken him his food and when they did he stuck a hand out, mumbled a thank you, took the food and closed the door. The only people he let in were their Uncle Thorin, Dwalin and their mother. And he only let her in when she threatened to lock him out of the house if he didn't.
It all had started a few months ago. Uncle Thorin had called Fili to his study, alone. Kili had tried to tag along but Dwalin said that he had to stay in the house, Thorin only wanted to see Fili. Kili pouted and fussed until his mother told him to behave or he would be sent to his room. Kili had stormed to his room, stomping the whole way, and slammed the door.
When Fili had returned he looked different. Kili had been watching out his window and rushed down to ask Fili what their Uncle had wanted. Whenever one of them was talked to alone they always told the other as soon as they could. But before he could even ask his mother sent him back to his room, saying she would call him down for supper. Kili opened his mouth to argue when his mother gave him that look, the one that meant no argument, and he stomped yet again up to his room. Kili tried to eavesdrop but his mother and Fili were talking so low he couldn't hear a thing.
When he was finally allowed downstairs again he ran to Fili to ask what had happened. When he got to him he paused. He saw a look on his older brother's face that he had never seen before. It looked like he was upset yet at the same time he looked confused and determined all at the same time. Kili didn't understand but the look scared him, it wasn't something he was used to seeing in his brother. And he somehow understood his brother wouldn't tell him what Uncle Thorin had spoken to him about. And Kili wasn't sure he still wanted to know.
Since that conversation his brother had been distant but within the past week he had completely shut everyone out. Even Kili. Kili was trying to think what he had done, why his brother didn't like him anymore. Maybe Fili didn't even know he was doing it. In Kili's mind Fili was working on a super secret project that he would share when he was done. Kili finally got up, he decided he would remind Fili not to work so hard.
"Fili," he tapped on the door. "Do you want to build a snowman?"
No response came from the room.
He said louder, "Come on lets go and play. I never see you anymore. Come out the door."
Still no response. He couldn't understand why Fili wouldn't even say anything to him.
"Its like you've gone away," he whispered, loud enough for Fili to hear how sad he was. "We used to be best buddies and now we're not. I wish you would tell me why."
He heard Fili push his chair away from his desk. His eyebrows shot up and a grin spread across his face. Fili was finally coming to talk to him.
"Do you want to build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman," he said hurriedly through the door while he waited for Fili to open it. He didn't want him to say no just because he thought it was a little kid thing to do.
Fili opened the door. Kili smiled at his big brother but Fili just looked down at him with a frown on his face. He looked paler and skinnier to Kili. His hair was messed up, although Kili knew he hadn't been out doing anything that would muss it up.
"Go away Kili," Fili said coldly and closed the door.
Kili stood there with his eyes full of tears. His brother hated him, he was sure of it.
"Ok, bye," he said and started to cry as he ran down the hall to his room.