Thorin stared into the serious faces of his nephews. Was it right? Were they ready? Of course they were, they were his kin.
"Fili, Kili" he began, the two brothers nodded in unison "as you may know I am going on a quest to reclaim Erabore." They nodded again. "I will be taking many with me; Bwalin, Dwalin, Bifur, Bofer, Bomper, Oin, Gloin" Throin counted on his fingers. "Ori, Nori, and Dori." But eleven is not a number I am satisfied with. We need fighters, young and keen. Some of these dwarves are either too old or too proud to be scouting about" the brothers exchanged a glance. "So I was wondering, if you two would like to join?" Fili and Kili drooped their mouths in amazement
"U…US?" Kili stammered
"Yes you" Thorin smiled. His nephews jumped up and began running around the house yelling "were going to Erabore, Were going to Erabore!" as if they were five year olds. Thorin smiled. This wound be a very interesting journey.
