filiyellowbeard:

          _{“Nah… He complains all the time—” A lie, really. “Aches and pain, he always seemed to whine when he lost in a fight.” Also not true. “That’s what he gets for bein’ th’baby in th’family.” Perhaps the only truth he spoke about Kíli in those comments. “If he complains about food, just give him a little nudge and whack behind his head and he’ll shut up soon enough.” That wasn’t a lie either, though that was just Fíli’s way of dealing with him when he didn’t want to.}  

         _{Flipping the knife fluidly though his hands, Fíli was certainly no stranger to wielding a small blade, in fact, he got almost too must enjoyment with having one in hand. Taking the sack of potatoes, assuming Bard wanted them peeled, the dwarf quickly spun the spud in his fingertips, the knife peeling away quickly at the skin. “No doubt about that. Eatin’ alone is a depressing thing t’do. Same with drinkin’ too. Sorry lot of folk who ever find themselves in a quiet hall with ale.”}

_{“I cannot see him being appreciative of my handling him quite so physically,” Bard countered with a wry sort of smile. He had no siblings of his own, though he was no stranger to the fondness felt towards those near and dear to you, and Fili obviously cared a great deal for his brother… however light he might made of it (or rather because of such a seemingly uncaring response).}

_{The dinner preparation continued in a sort of companionable silence for a few minutes, and Bard found he did not mind the dwarf’s presence so very much. Their initial meeting had been tense to be sure, and he certainly wasn’t too keen on having his house invaded by such unexpected guests. But this– this was not altogether bad. “Do you have any– foods typical to your people?” he asked, glancing sideways at Fili with a distinct spark in his eyes. “Any Dwarfish delights you might honor our table with during your stay?” Bard had a dry, ironic sort of humor, not suited to everyone’s senses or understanding of that which was usually found to be worthy of a smile or laugh. He was quite used to it.}