Disclaimer: Line from Kili to Thorin is taken from BOFA
#80 Cowardice
Thorin and the other dwarves had locked themselves behind the stone walls of Erebor. Ever since Thorin had taken back the Lonely Mountain, he had succumbed to dragon sickness, and it seemed as if he had become someone completely different.
Down below right outside the mountain, a huge battle was taking place for the right to rule the mountain. Involved in that fight was Thorin's cousin Dain Ironfoot and the rest of his kin. Above, the other dwarves could only watch their kin die right before their eyes for Thorin had forbidden any of his company to become involved in the fight.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Thorin appeared and no longer able to keep silent any longer his youngest nephew rose to his feet and stared his uncle in the eyes. "I will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight OUR BATTLES FOR US! It is not in my blood, Thorin."
Thorin placed a hand on his nephew's shoulder giving it a soft squeeze. "No, Kili it is not. We are not cowards but sons of Durin."
Kili smiled softly. He knew his uncle had defeated the dragon sickness and nothing would stop them from going to battle. Not even death itself.