A/N: Please check out my new Kili and Fili fanfiction called the Magic of Elves! Please R&R.
Fili: 16
Kili: 14
Thorin walks towards the market place with his two nephews in tow. Today was Fili's 16th birthday and the boy was so excited because 16 is the age when Thorin would allow him to get his very own pony.
"Come on Uncle! I don't want the good ones gone." The blonde haired dwarf calls to his uncle from up ahead.
Thorin glances behind his back to make sure Kili is still here. He is. He is following with a pout on his face because it would be another 5 years till he gets his own pony.
When they arrive at the market Thorin sees all types of ponies. Big ones, little ones, skinny one and fat ones. Black ones, brown ones and multi colored ones. Fili runs to a paddock where a little plump white pony with a few grey spots is grazing.
"He is the one." Fili states and turns towards his uncle.
"Fili are you sure? You haven't even rode it yet." Thorin tries to argue.
"Trust me uncle. I know." He replies.
Thorin motions for the sales man to come over.
"How much for the pony?"
"Mindy? 300 shillings."
Thorin hands the man the money and he goes into the paddock and leads the pony out.
"Here you go lad." He says and hands the rope to Fili whose face has a bright smile plastered on it.
"Oh thank you Uncle!" Fili cries and hugs me tight. "Can I ride her home?"
Thorin nods. Fili swings onto the pony and starts to trot off.
Thorin hears Kili mutter something.
"What was that boy?" he questions and looks back at Kili.
"Damn horse is replacing me." He says again louder and clearer.
Thorin chuckles. "Fili could never replace you not even if he tried." Thorin pulls Kili into his arms and messes up his hair.
"Go take the short cut home. Get there before your brother." Thorin tells his youngest nephew. He grins, nods and runs up the hill. Thorin chuckles, these boys were a true handful.