Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit
The journey continued and with it continued the questioning. Endless inquiries into paths that the brothers hoped would lead to a home shared by the hobbit and the dwarves. When they decided they'd learned all they could from small Bilbo they began hounding Thorin. It was much slower than their quest for Bilbo's heart as Bilbo was an open book. Thorin however, was much less of an open book and more of a grumpy puzzle and in order to learn one of his secrets one had to solve said puzzle usually with pieces that didn't go together.
"Uncle, please tell us what home is?" Fili asked as the three sat up around the fire.
"Home is where the hearth is." Thorin said, his eyes staring into the fire.
"Fire is life for some I suppose. Without fire how will you survive?" Bilbo said sleepily as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Is fire your life uncle?" Kili asked.
"It will be your death if you don't stop asking." Thorin growled. The two scurried away knowing better than to poke a sleeping dragon.
"Bilbo." The cooed cuddling close to the small warm creature.
"I'll tell you something if you promise not to tease." Bilbo said softly.
"Oh we promise!" They chorused eager for more information.
"In Thorin's breast pocket he keeps a flint. So wherever he goes fire is always close to his heart." Bilbo said softly patting his chest where his own heart was beating.
"Is that true?" Kili asked Fili who shrugged.
"Trust me. I'm a burglar." Bilbo said chuckling.