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Chapter 11
Kili couldn't help it, he smiled.
He propped himself up on his elbows and turned to look at his sleeping companions on either side of him. Fili and Tauriel. Fili was snoring loudly as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Kili chuckled quietly, his brother was never a quiet sleeper. Kili watched him, so happy that he was back with him. It had seemed that every time they reunited, they were separated.
Kili turned to his left to stare at Tauriel. She was beautiful, her high cheekbones, delicate complexion, long lashes. He wanted to remember every detail of her before…before things went back to normal.
Kili sighed. He knew that as soon as they rescued Erebor, Tauriel would go back to her own kin. She'd forget about him, forget she ever knew him. He lay back, wondering why dwarves and elves couldn't just all get along and be friends. After Thorin had watched the elves do nothing to help him, he despised them. All of the king's hate rubbed off on all of the other dwarves. They were taught from a young age, never trust elves. But as Kili got to know Tauriel more and more, the hate he was supposed to have started to fade.
He lay back down on the hard wood of the boat, shaking his sorrowful thoughts off and replacing them with excitement. The next day was Durin's Day and they would find the keyhole to unlock their dreams, Erebor. They would reclaim their home, find all of the treasures, become kings and dukes.
Throughout the excitement, Kili felt his heart sink when he remembered Smaug. The vicious dragon that made the dwarves suffer. But they could defeat the dragon! In just one day…
He willed himself to go to sleep, but he had always had trouble with sleep. Kili thought back to the times when he couldn't sleep and Fili was always there for him. It was true, Fili was always there for him. Kili just hoped that he could return the favor someday.
Finally deciding that he couldn't sleep a wink, Kili stood up to go to the upper deck and relieve whoever was taking watch. Carefully wrapping his blanket around himself, he swerved around the sleeping bodies of dwarves and climbed the ladder, wincing since his wound still hurt a bit.
When he made it up the ladder and onto the deck of the boat, Kili was surprised to see Thorin sitting near the wheel, gazing at the stars.
"Uncle? I can take next watch." Kili whispered as Thorin turned to see him.
The king gave a stern look to him. "You should be asleep. I am fine."
Kili hesitated. "I'm not tired. If you won't let me take watch, then may I sit by you?"
Thorin looked into Kili's bright eyes and nodded. Kili sat down quietly next to him, wrapping his blanket tighter as a sharp air blew past.
"I'm glad that your back," Thorin commented, "we needed some spirit. Everyone was sad and down."
A smile grew upon Kili's face. "You all really missed me?" He asked, pleased and flattered.
"Of course! You and Fili are the heart and soul of our Company." Thorin said fondly. Kili was surprised, Thorin usually didn't talk so passionately about Kili and his brother. He was usually yelling at them to stay out of trouble. Yet he cared.
"So you're glad Fili and I came along?" Kili asked gleefully, sitting up straighter. Thorin had objected almost as much as Dis about his nephews coming along.
A bemused smile played across the stern king's face. "I suppose so." The two sat in silence on the boat, enjoying the view of Erebor.
"Isn't it beautiful, Kili?" Thorin asked, staring at his old and new home. "It's our home. I will be a king with my home. My old home again. Oh, how I've missed it."
Kili gazed at the rocky palace in the distance. Although far away, it seemed like he already knew it. "It's so big," he finally whispered.
"Aye, it was," Thorin agreed wistfully. Then his face hardened. "We were such a thriving kingdom, until the dragon came. The elves could've helped us, saved our home, but they turned away."
Kili's eyes widened and he slightly cringed. He didn't want to feel hate for elves anymore. "Uncle? Why can't we try to make peace with the elves?" He timidly asked.
Thorin spun on his nephew. "How can I? They did nothing for me, and I don't think I have to like them." He hissed. Kili scooted back, shocked at his uncle's outburst.
"Why do you suddenly think we should pity the elves because we were so hard on them? What has changed your mind?" Thorin continued, anger still sparkling in his eyes.
Kili thought back to Tauriel's sleeping face and her kind soul. He thought about how her jade eyes melted his heart. How proud he felt when he could get that sparkling laugh out of her. How he felt about her.
"Something has changed me, uncle. I choose to grasp the good part of elves. The good ones. Whereas you are arrogant and won't change your opinion," Kili replied hotly. He couldn't believe Thorin's arrogance. "Good night, uncle," he spat as he spun away from the king.
Kili climbed down the ladder, not bothering to look back upon Thorin's expression. He knew that his uncle would figure it out sooner or later.
Plopping down between the slumbering elf and his snoring brother, Kili finally felt the urge to sleep. Anger and hurt clouded his mind.
And there you have it! I know that there was no action or adventure in this chapter, but fluff and stuff between Thorin and Kili. I promise for more exciting chapters to come, I just felt that the story needed it. Am I a bad writer? Please read and review it!
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