So, this chapter's really short. Emotional, though...at least to me. Didn't want to spoil the "cute" mother/son moment by adding too much more. Much thanks to Neocolai, Cockapoo, and wardog85 for their kind reviews :)
Fili sat on his bed, still in shock. The theft of the Arkenstone was nothing compared to the desecration of Thorin and Kili's graves. He knew that the theft was more important for the nation, but as emotions overrode his reason he could barely think of that.
A gentle knock came on the door, and it was pushed open. Dis stuck her head around the door, peering at her son. "Fili..."
"Go away," Fili muttered. He was not in the mood to talk to anyone, least of all his mother.
Dis, however, could not be deterred. "Fili. Erebor needs you. You cannot sit and sulk. You are a king-you do not have that luxury. Thorin and Kili would not want-"
Quick as a flash Fili rounded on his mother. "Mum. Don't use their names to get me to do what you want!" he yelled, trying so hard to hide the tears in his eyes. It was to no avail, however-to try and hide emotion of that nature from Dis was folly.
Dis wrapped her arms around Fili. "I wasn't. I'm just reminding you that you are the king and need to act accordingly. My little boy, my beautiful blond little boy."
Fili let the tears come, there in his mother's arms. He couldn't keep emotion bottled up, though he had always been better at it than his brother. Kili had never been able to stay emotion, although it was usually expressed as anger. While Fili may have been the sun, shining and bright, Kili was the one to burn. Fili had always known, in some corner of his mind, that Kili's fight and anger would burn the dark haired dwarf out before his time, although he hadn't expected it to come this soon.
Fili, cried out, pushed Dis away gently. Dis, levering her son to a lying down position, covered him with his thick blanket. She kissed him on the forehead. "Sleep, Fili. It will help."