So, yeah, it's short. But I was almost out of writing time. I will try to more next chapter. Thank you to my reviewers (winter's-lion, Emily01, Suheyla, and Cockapoo!)
The next morning Fili was standing in front of the population of Erebor. "There was a tragedy last night," he announced. "Someone broke into Thorin and Kili's grave..."
There came a murmuring of sorrow among the assembled dwarves. Thorin, of course, had been loved, and everyone had adored big-eyed Kili. Even when he was driving them absolutely insane. Which was always.
"...and stole the Arkenstone," Fili finished.
The roar of outrage was instantaneous. The Arkenstone was the heart of the mountain. That someone had stolen it was enough to infuriate all the dwarves of Erebor. Now they not only had something to fight for-the deaths of their loved ones-but also against. They would fight against the thief trying to bring them down. The thief of the Arkenstone.
Fili shifted nervously from foot to foot. He had done his duty as king, telling the people of the incident, but he didn't know what to do next. He had never even faced a crisis of a smaller nature. He should not have to do this as a new king. The people were relying on him to lead them through this. And he wasn't even sure he could lead himself through it.