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The sun were slowly setting over the Shire and the three dwarves came to a stop by the gate to Bag End.
Thorin Okenshield were tired and dirty from mounths of traveling and a look at both his younger nephwes told him they were no better of.
“You two wait here, alright? Don't go anywere.”
Thorin told the two small dwarves.
Fili gave a small nod, his blond locks dirty, several shades darker then natural, and messy from their travles falling in his face before he forced them back again and his younger brother Kili, clinging to his dirty bear, quickly nodding after his brother did.
Sattesfied with their response Thorin then walked through the gate and up the gardensteps to the round green door and after throwing one look over his shoulder at his nephwes, standing by the fence, he turned back to the door in front of him.
They had just reahced the Shire a few houers earlier and everyone he had spoken to about a place to stay, cheep, for a few day's had pointed him to this place, Bag End.
Aperantly the owner were known to take in guests ever so often.
He raised his hand and place a few heavy knocks on the wooden door, waited a short while then knocked again.
"Yes! I am coming!"
Came a voice from the inside and a moment after the round door open and the owner blinked at him like he had been expecting someone else.
Which to be fair he could have for all Thorin knew.
"Yes? How may I help you?"
"Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, at Your Service."
He bowed deeply and a Hobbit look even more confused.
"Oh... Well, Bilbo Baggins... At yours?"
They stood there in silence a short while before Bilbo cleared his throat a bit and looked around
"Well... It was nice making your acquaintance, Thorin... But..."
"I am looking for work, and a place to stay for a few days."
"Oh? Oh!"
That seemed to awaken Bilbo at last
"Well what kind of work?"
"Smith work mostly and manual labor."
"Right being a dwarf and all I suppose. Well we could use a blacksmith for the farming equipment. As for a place to stay...”
Thorn felt a bit bad for bothering the hobbit with it but he could not make his boys walk much further.
“I was pointed here by everyone that I asked. They said you could provide a place.”
Bilbo seem to think this over before he nodded.
“Well I do suppose they would. Especially after all the times Gandalf have visited, and I do get the distance cousin coming by every now and then... But yes, I can offer you a bed for as long as you need it.”
“Actually... I am in need of at least two beds.”
“Two?”
Bilbo repeated a bit unsure
“Two beds and I don't mind if they are in the same room.”
“You need two beds? I am sure I can provide, but why two?”
“One for me and one for my nephew, they don't mind sharing. Do you boys?”
Thorin turned with a smile to his nephews, happy to have a safe place for them to rest, only to have the same smile fall from his face.
His eyes scanned the garden and the road outside the fence were he had left the two small boys, neither was nowhere to be seen.
“Fili? Kili?”
He said, dread and panic quickly fell over him and he hurried down the stairs and out to the road and a few steps down it he started calling out:
“Fili!”
He turned, took a few running steps down the other direction and called out again:
“Kili!”
There was no reply and nether boys were nowhere to in site.
“Fili! Kili!”
He had lost his nephews, they were both gone.
He must have looked extremely lost and small because the hobbit, Bilbo, came down the stairs as well and walked up to him
“Calm down, they could not have gotten far. We will find them.”
He said and for some reason his voice did calm Thorin slightly, he gave a few quick nods before returning to look for the boys.
“FILI! KILI!”
Bilbo quickly moved down the road, to one of the hobbits still outside, before he quickly rejoined Thorin.
“They left the road going that way.”
He said pointing towards the trees and Thorin wasted no time in following the boys.
With every step he took he could feel the panic, dread and loss growing all the stronger.
“FILI, KILI! Where are you!?”
He had lost them, he would never see them again, they were both gone forever and he would never see them ever again.
Lost forever to whatever danger they had fallen into.
And then he saw him, the small dwarf with the dark, dirty and messy brown hair and the equally dirty bear in hand.
“K...Kili!”
Thorin hurried to the young one's side where he stood, watching something high up in a tree.
He kneels by young boy and quickly looked him over for any scrapes or bruises.
“Kili, are you alright? Where is your brother?”
Thorin asked and the young dwarf, not even looking at his uncle, pointed up the tree.
Thorin follow the boy's line of sight and then let out of small yelp as he spotted the other youngling up in the branches, much to high for any dwarfling.
“Fili! What are you doing?! Get down from there!”
Thorin called out but the young blond dwarf did not seem to either hear nor care.
“Stay with Kili.”
Thorin tossed to Bilbo over his shoulder before he followed his oldest nephew up the tree.
“Fili, get down here this instant!”
He insisted but were once more ignored by the small blond boy.
Fili moved slightly higher before he made a sound of triumph as he found a hole in the tree, which he proceeded with forcing his small chubby hand into, feeling around a short time before he pulled his hand back out, looking at his price shortly, before moving to start his climb back down.
“Fili!”
Thorin barked at him once more and Fili stopped on his branch, one hand holding the branch above him and flashing a big warm smile at his uncle further down the tree.
“It's okay, uncle! I got it!”
Thorin did not do more than open his mouth to say something when there was a sickening crack to be heard and seconds later the branch Fili was holding broke loose.
The small dwarfling jerked backwards, trying to regain his balance, sending the broken branch in his hand flying, seconds before he himself fell backwards.
Thorin sucked in a deep gasp filled with panic.
He could not have told you if it was Fili or Kili that screamed but he was sure it did not matter.
Bilbo pulled Kili closer to himself with a frightened gasp as Thorin let out a cry, moving as quickly as he could, swinging out from where he was standing.
His upper body leaning over a thick branch in front of him, using a smaller branch behind him to, with his legs lock himself in place.
The quickness of which he did so would have put any elf to shame as he leaned out and just in time caught the falling young blond dwarf.
Thorin had to take a second to catch his breath where he hung, legs around a branch and the bump of the one under his stomach digging in, mostly likely leaving a nasty bruise as he held a strong grip on Fili's little arm.
Once he were absolutely sure that he had a good grip on Fili did he pull the boy closer, securing him to his chest with his free arm before releasing the arm in he's grip.
Both of Fili small arms wrapped around Thorin's neck, hiding his face in his shoulder, obviously frightened.
Thorn manage to swing them both back around, both feet now planted on a thick and sturdy branch and leaning back against the tree trunk.
He pressed the small boy against his chest, softly telling him to hold on as he slowly made his way down the tree. The small dwarf clinging close to him the whole way down.
Once Thorin's feet touch the ground he dropped to his knees and placed the small blonde on the ground. He then quickly checked Fili over for injuries.
“Are you hurt?”
After a small shake of the blond head Thorin allowed some of his fear to rest, anger mixing with his worry and fear.
“What were you thinking!? You could have died! Do you understand that?! You almost died, Fili! What were you thinking?”
Fili who had been looking at his feet in shame, hair falling into his face, slowly looked up and after a short moment offered up his small hand, fist still clenched, whatever he had claimed from the hole in the tree still held tightly in his hand.
“Well?”
Thorin asked not quite understanding what could have been so important to have risked his life for and growing impatient.
The small hand opened and a beautiful and quite simple hair bead rested on the small palm.
It were a simple design and made out of pure silver.
Thorin's shoulders drop a bit, he would recognize that bead anywhere.
“I were playing with it and I dropped it and the bird stole it... I just wanted it back...”
Thorin shifted his eyes from the bead to the boys face.
He could understand the need to get it back since it was a gift from the boy's father.
“You should have waited for me.”
“I just wanted it back...”
Fili repeated slowly, eyes shifting back to the ground as he closed his hand around the bead again.
Thorin wasted no time in pulling the small boy in close to a hug.
A short moment later Bilbo gently cleared his throat a bit.
“Well then, how about returning to Bag End and see to it that you all get something in you? You have traveled far I am sure.”
Thorin agreed with a nod and slowly released the small blond and get back to his feet.
Kili rushed forward and took both his brother and uncle's hands in his own and followed Bilbo back to this hobbit hole.