Invitation replies were pouring in. So far, everyone was coming or sending an ambassador. Fili was most excited about Bilbo's promise to come. Special quarters were being made for him. Bofur wanted Bilbo to stay with his family and Fili suspected Bilbo would enjoy being in the company of friends, rather than alone, but a special place was being set up anyway. It was a huge undertaking, just being able to provide accommodations for the guests alone. There needed to be rooms to accommodate dwarves as well as rooms that would lodge men and elves.
Arrangements were made with Thranduil for any elf who was not comfortable with staying in the mountain would be given a place to stay in Thranduil's forest kingdom. All of the inns in Laketown, as well as those along the road to Erebor and the new ones that had opened in Dale were excited for the business that the coronation would provide them as well.
Fili was happy to discover that Tauriel's many centuries as a captain of the guard came in great use. She was good with setting up security. He happily left that line of business to her. Dis was the master organizer. Fili wished he had half of her skills when it came to organization. Bombur had been made head chef and was in charge of all the food. Ori served as chief scribe, but was overwhelmed by the amount of work, he had assigned a small army of under-scribes, who then brought all reports to him for correlation
Caravans of dwarves from the Blue Mountains arrived weekly. Many had chosen to stay and live in the Blue Mountains. Thorin had built a good life for them there, but others chose to move to Erebor and some were coming just to visit and see their reclaimed mountain before going back to their homes. So far, very little trade had been set up out of Erebor, but that would chance once the coronation was over and time and energy could be turned to mining and production. Trade would begin again and as long as Fili kept a cool and fair head, there should really be no foreseeable problems. Fili knew things would never be problem-free, but he told himself he would do his best to make sure that most problems would come to him from the outside rather than letting troubles begin here and go out.
There was still three months left before the coronation and Fili felt absolutely drained. He really wished Thorin had become king first. Fili just wanted to be young a little while longer. He and Kili had planned on exploring every inch of Erebor and learning all its secrets. They planned on being travelling ambassadors, going to visit places all over Middle Earth, perhaps to set up trade routes. The two of them, off together on adventures. The memories made Fili's stomach ache. He missed Kili so much.
On those days that Fili felt the worst, he would sneak out of his rooms in the night and he, Nori and Bofur would meet in the dark, outside in the shadow of the mountain to sword fight, wrestle and spar. The night would end in a good fit of laughter and they would all return to their own rooms, nursing bumps, bruises and scrapes. Kili would approve of this very unkingly, irresponsible action. Of that, Fili was sure.