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         _{Fíli’s eyes grew wider at the word of food. A dwarf’s appetite was always needed tending to, though not as bad as some. If Bombur had stayed behind, ha! Trouble would’ve been far worse in Bard’s home. “Food is food, and I haven’t eaten since…” Well, he hadn’t thought about it much, but he stomach finally spoke up in regards to it, making an awful sound in front of the other. “—S’ppose it doesn’t really matter when now… Oh my.”}

         _{Jumping in where he could, clearing off things around the kitchen— rather, where he could reach, Fíli turned back to the bowman, appreciative of his concern. “Kíli’s leg is healin’. He’ll probably want to, I know he’ll complain enough if we eat in front of him and he can smell it.” Smiling at the thought, he sighed in relief as well. Thanks to the She-elf, his brother would go right back to groaning about normal things again.}

_{Bard could not help but raise an eyebrow at the way Fili seemed to move so effortlessly and naturally through his home. It would be infuriating if it was not so impressive. There was almost something endearing about it, something that, yet again, reminded Bard of his youngest daughter. The spark in the eyes, the vitality of enjoying and living every moment to the fullest. It was incredibly difficult to stay cross with someone who behaved in such a manner, and Bard found it shockingly easy to adjust his movements to the dwarf’s as they puttered about the kitchen. Such an unlikely pair, but then, Bard had seen stranger things since he’d stumbled across the dwarves on the bank of the river.}

_{“Then we shall have to ensure we share our meal together with him, so as to avoid any complaints from the sickbed,” Bard agreed as he passed a knife and a small sack of even smaller potatoes to Fili. “Nothing like a good meal and some company to share it with, hm?”}