It was Filis turn to keep watch.
He knew that Gandalf was also still awake. His uncle seemed to sleep in a kinda uncomfortable sitting position not far from the fire. Maybe he wasn't even sleeping. He could never tell what his uncle was up to, nor did he bother to find it out. His uncle didn't like it when his nephews poked their noses into something they'd better off not knowing about.
He lazily moved his head, when he saw movement from the direction of Kilis sleeping place. It wasn't all that far from the fire. Firstly because it was warm there and secondly he didn't like being too far away from his brother. Kili sat up, turned to look for Fili - most likely he guessed - and when he found him at the fire on watch duty, stood up and came over. He sat next to Fili and looked at him. Still sleepy.
"Can't sleep?"
"Uh."
Fili smiled. He knew that Kili had trouble sleeping, when he wasn't around. Both had been together ever since the younger's birth, so pretty much their whole life. Even before leaving on this trip, they had shared a room. Often sleeping in the same bed, just to make sure that the other was there. Even Fili felt lonely, when his brother wasn't near him. Their uncle and mother never seemed to have understood how much they meant for each other. Even less other dwarves could understand. At least their uncle and mother accepted it after some years when they saw that the brothers couldn't be taken apart. You always saw them together. Most people actually thought they were twins. It might just have been.
Kili got his knife and a block of wood out and started to work on some mysterious piece again.
Fili continued smoking his pipe and watching his brother.
He watched his face, that got more and more serious and wrinkled brows. His chuckle got Kili to look up annoyed - if that is possible with him missing the typically dwarf-features.
"Give it to me for a bit.", Fili said and held out his hand with the piple.
Kili looked at him for a moment, before taking the pipe and handing over the knife and block of wood to his brother.
"Having problems with the feet again?"
Kili made some sort of disapproving groan and turned away to watch the sky while taking a puff from his brothers pipe.
Fili chuckled again and started to work on the block. After some moments - in which Kili had turned back and watched his brother ever since - he held out his hand with the tools again.
Kili grabbed for them and their hands touched for some seconds longer than necessary while locking eyes. Not that anyone of them would have minded touching any longer.
Kili gave back Filis pipe and they continued sitting in silence, smoking pipe and working on a block of wood.
The next thing that got them to look up was Bilbo standing up to go to his pony. He seemed to have grown attached to it, controversial to his strong rejecting a pony on the beginning of their journey. Maybe it was the adventurer blood in him.
It followed some making fun of an orc attack at night to scare Bilbo and an earful from their uncle not finding that funny at all.