Bifur looked over at the two young heirs playing on the floor with their toys. They had gotten a wooden war goat each from their uncle. Bifur glances out the window for any sign from said uncle. Dis was out of town for the day which meant Thorin was in charge of his nephews. However, there was an emergency at the forge so Bifur, being the only one available, was coerced into watching the boys for a couple hours.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack and a wail of despair causing Bifur's attention to jerk towards the boys. Kili was sitting on the floor crying as Fili picked up the broken goat. Fili gave Kili a sympathetic look and wrapped his arms around him, attempting to console his younger brother.
It took a short while, but Bifur was finally able to get the story out of Fili. Apparently, Kili was trying to make his goat jump from the table to a chair across the room. In his young mind, throwing the toy was the best way it seemed. Bifur sighs, not really knowing what to do. It seemed, though, he didn't have to because Fili took control.
"Here Kee, you can have my goat," Fili says as he hands his own toy to his rother. Kili takes it and after a minute stops crying. Kili gave Fili a large grin and jumped on his brother, giving him a tight hug. Bifur smiled, knowing as small as the offer was, how much it meant for Fili to give up his toy.