Ok, I am sorry for not updating.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

I will try to update once a month at least. Also by the 15th of each month. If I do update this little, I will try to make it up to you all by making the chapters much longer. Also... I said this was supposed to be humorous?

I don't know why I can't really write humor that well. But normally I can.

Once we get into the story more the humor bits will start to come out to join the fun.

Just so you know, Kíli survived the Battle of the Five Armies. He also lived to the War of the Ring. So he was king for a long time. Please note, while I may not really like how Tauriel was put into the movies when she wasn't in the book, I also kinda really like the ship Tauriel/Kíli. So eventually this story may have some of that.

Also, I wanted to write this so it was more light-hearted? Like the book. So Thorin and the others may still look the same, but they will act more as they did in the books. Ok, that is all. If you read this all then you are cool. Have an ice cube to make you even cooler.[]

Chapter 6

Dwalin split up with them at the town of Bree. He said he would go ahead and scout it out, so to say.

While Thorin had asked the two princes to stay with their bodyguard, they were so close to the Shire that Dwalin saw that it was fit to leave the two.

Anyway, Kíli thought, he could take care of himself just fine. He had been king for a long time. One would have to learn how to protect themselves simply from the assassination attempts. Dwarves generally were a loyal sort of people, but some did think it would be better to have someone else on the throne than an inexperienced dwarf that had just come of age.

The town of Bree was almost exactly how he remembered it. The first time Kíli had been a memorable event indeed.

Well, it was all rather blurry now, but he thought he got into a fight? Oh yes, his past self had assumed someone was insulting him or something, honestly, he wondered how he could have had such a short temper. He snickered to himself at the thought. He still had a short temper but he could control it much better now.

"Hey Fíli," Kíli called out, as his brother looked back at him, Kíli felt a clench of grief in his heart. He had missed his brother much, a deep sharp ache that had never abated.

However, it was strange to be able to call out to Fíli and have his living breathing form reply.

Fíli walked over, "What's wrong Kee," He whispered, looking around warily, "Did you see something?" Kíli huffed. His brother had always had a distrust of any other race.

"No," Kíli said in his normal tone. "But maybe we should look around for some ponies?" Fíli relaxed, "And where would we get the money for fourteen ponies?" Kíli shrugged, "I just thought we could look around or something. It beats sitting here all day."

Fíli nodded. "Alright, but remember, we have to start heading to the hobbit's house soon."

"It will be good to see Bilbo again,"

Fíli eyed him, "It is so strange to see you like this. Where is my cheerful little brother who always has a smile ready?"

Kíli smiled a little remorsefully, "I believe that that Kíli is no more." There was a wetness prickling at the back of his eyes so he looked away.

"Let's get going. If we leave right now we should reach Bilbo's house right around supper time. " Fíli grinned at him, "Always thinking of your stomach, aren't you. That's one thing that hasn't changed," Fíli clapped Kíli on the shoulder and rubbed his head, Kíli ducked away from his brother's arms and laughed.

Even if they died again... Even if this was some strange vision... He had seen his brother laugh and smile again. He had seen his uncle. His real uncle.

Not the gold-crazed dwarf he had been almost to the last.

Kíli smiled. And tried not to cry.

They set out for the Shire soon after they had checked out the various ponies and horses that the town had to offer. While Kíli had told Fíli and Dwalin much of what had happened, it had all been rather vague without much detail. Part of that was because, well, it had been a long time. You couldn't blame him that some of the details got fuzzy.

Kíli sang a few verses of Beren and Luthien as they trudged along. The song sounded much different coming from a dwarven mouth, but that couldn't be helped.

Fíli stopped suddenly. "Kíli,"

Kíli paused the song and looked back at his brother."Yes?"

"Are you... Is that an elvish song?"

Kíli looked at his brother in disbelief. "Surely you have heard the tale of Beren and Luthien?" As soon as the words left his mouth he realized that his brother would have read the tale in the history books, but never had heard the song.

"Ah, yes?" Fíli said, his eyebrow raised, "But what does that have to do with the song you are singing."

Kíli sighed, "Fíli. You truly have not heard music, till you hear a group of elves sing of the tale of Beren and Luthien."

Fíli shrugged. "I don't know brother, I think I am fully satisfied with our dwarvish tunes."

Kíli grinned. "Ah but you have not heard the lady Tauriel sing!"

He shoved his brother playfully.

"Her voice is sweeter than the birds that sing at the morning's light."

"Since when did you become so poetic,"

"Oh, I've always had it in me," Kíli bragged, "I just never knew it."

They traded a few more friendly jabs at each other as they continued their journey.

All in all, Kíli thought. It was good to be back.

yee yee I'm gonna continue this , maybe,