"Fee?" Kili wines from the couch. He brushes the flakes of paint off the cushions and makes a disgusted face. This is the third motel they've checked into within the last two week, and the smelliest by far. "When's uncle Thorin gonna be back?"
"He's only been gone for three days, Kee. You know an Orc nest that big is gonna take longer than that." Fili replies, looking up from his book.
"Well, not if he takes us with him!" Kili counters, shifting himself so he's draped over the arm rest with his arms dangling. He rolls the softened paint flakes between his fingers, forming a ball, and flicking it at his brother. It lands in his hair.
The older of the two sighs, and combs his hands through his hair in an attempt to find the rolled up paintball. "We've had this conversation already, Kili. It's too dangerous for us."
"But not for him?"
"He's got Balin and the rest of the gang with him; they're the best hunters we've got." Fili reassures and continues reading. "They'll be fine."
"Then why's he still taking this long?" Kili pouts.
Fili rolls his eyes. "Stop worrying, Karen. They can take care of themselves."
"Jerk." Kili glares.
"Bitch." Fili gives him the finger without looking up.