AN: Here's the next chapter! Fili is 26 (6) and Kili is 21 (5).
Fili and Kili were playing with wooden swords in the grass. They weren't supposed to be but Dwalin was watching them and he was asked to train a couple of Dwarves. Fili and Kili didn't want to go and sit on the sidelines but Dwalin told them they could play with the wooden weapons he had. Just as long as they didn't tell their mother; it would be their little secret. The peace didn't last long though, because Kili tripped over a box on the ground and landed on his butt.
"I'm sorry Kili," Fili said, dropping the sword and hurrying over to his brother.
"It's not your fault Fili," Kili replied even as tears started to well up in his eyes. Kili angrily wiped them away and stood up, bringing his hand up for him to see. In the middle of his hand, there was a large piece of wood sticking in it. It must have splintered off the sword and stuck into his hand when he had fallen.
"Kili, we should tell Dwalin," Fili said, grabbing his brother's arm and leading him over to the older Dwarf. Dwalin looked over at the two boys and saw the trembling lip of the youngest and the worry of the oldest.
"What happened?" Dwalin asked, walking over to them and kneeling down.
"Kili fell and got a splinter from the sword," Fili explained as he held up his brother's hand. Dwalin grimaced and picked up the young boy with one hand and held the elders hand.
"Let's' get you cleaned up," Dwalin said as he led the two boys inside the building nearby. Dwalin set Kili on the table and began gathering the supplies they would need. Coming back, Dwalin set the bowl of water and cloth on the table. Dwalin grabbed Kili's hand and, giving the young Dwarfling a glance, he pulls the splinter out.
"Ow!" Kili shouted, yanking his hand away and scowling at the older Dwarf. Fili glared at Dwalin.
"You're not supposed to hurt him," he said angrily, his eyebrows pinching together and his glare piercing through Dwalin. Dwalin glanced down at the young heir and corked an eyebrow.
"I didn't want to," Dwalin said in return and grabbed the cloth, dipping it into the water.
"Maybe you should've made the sword better," Fili replied with crossed arms. Dwalin stopped and raised an eyebrow, looking down at the angry Dwarf.
"Someone is getting disrespectful," Dwalin scolded, looking directly at Fili. Fili scowled but didn't say anything more, watching closely as Dwalin finished cleaning Kili's hand. Dwalin looked at Kili and patted him on the shoulder. "You should be fine."
An hour later, Dwalin led the boys back to their home, Fili and Kili trailing behind him. Fili glanced over at his brother and Kili looked back up at him.
"Don't tell mother I yelled at Mister Dwalin," Fili said softly, glancing up at Dwalin before looking back at Kili. Kili nodded his head. "It's a secret Kili. You can't tell her."
"I won't. I promise," Kili replied with a grin.
At supper time, Dis noticed the cut on Kili's hand and had questioned him about it. Kili looked over at Fili but then turned his attention back to Dis. Dis stood and waited patiently for her youngest to tell her, knowing he would; Kili wasn't so good at keeping secrets.
"Mister Dwalin let us play with his wooden swords. I fell and got a piece of wood stuck in my hand," Kili said, giving his mother a close-mouthed grin. "I'm all right. I was really brave."
"I'm sure you were," Dis says, her lips forming a thin line. She would have to have a talk with Dwalin the next time she saw him. She looked between her two sons and stopped on her youngest. "Is that all that happened?"
"Uh-huh," Kili replied with a nod of his head. Dis sighed, telling her sons to eat their supper.
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