Chapter 43 – Hobbit tales
"And are we hobbits or are we dwarves?" Frerin looked at his uncle and Kili didn't know how to answer. Fili's oldest son was already tall enough to reach his waist and had the same stubbornness his mother had. Whenever Frerin demanded an answer he knew a way to get it and didn't let his uncle go.
"You are dwarves, Frerin. You are the heir of the house of Durin" Kili swallowed because he saw Frerin's small eyes and the crushing of the boy's lips. "And what if father doesn't return? He is on a very important mission, you know"
"Yes, I know"
"And you are here to babysit us" Frerin smiled knowing he had won their little argument when Kili sighed and had to sit. "I know. Your father joins the king and queen to a very important meeting at Elrond's house. They will even see Bilbo Baggins again and I'm here with your and your four sisters"
"Wasn't your lucky day, right?"
"Frerin!" Kili jumped out of his chair and saw his nephew run. A smile came to his lips remembering himself running from his uncle when he was younger. Sometimes he still ran but mostly from his mother Dis who didn't stop trying to fing a suitable wife for him.
Kili was still single after sixty years while his brother and uncle both had married hobbits. Gilriel and Fili had five children and saved the House of Durin while Thorin and Lothien had no children. Many believed the queen had gone on her last journey since she looked older than any dwarf of her age.
She had never stopped to be the quiet but more gentle hobbit who always had wise words for all dwarves. Her fear of high she lost over the years but many times she walked besides Thorin for old times sake.
Kili looked to Gilriel entering the room and looking after her four daughters. "They are all sleeping... but where is Frerin? Kili, you had one task"
"I know. I know. I go looking for him" Kili kissed his sister-in-law's cheek before he left and looked back for a moment. Gilriel had grown old too but her stubbornness didn't let her feel this way.
