Fili smirked down at his brother, his blonde beard braids dangling.
“Nice fall there, brother. Try stepping over the log next time” He reached out his hand to Kili, who was sitting in a small stream, dripping wet. Kili flashed a cheeky smile at Fili and grabbed his hand.
“Felt like a swim” He told his brother. Fili grinned back and hauled the soggy dwarf up.
“Glad you did, you were starting to smell foul” Kili punched him in the shoulder with a laugh. Fili wrapped his arm around his neck and rubbed his fist into Kili’s dark hair.
“Oi!” Kili giggled, slapping at his brother’s legs. They wrestled a bit before they heard a disapproving sniff. The brothers stilled and looked up to see their uncle standing with his arms crossed and his blue eyes narrowed. They sprang apart quickly, looking down at the ground guiltily. Thorin eyed them.
“I told you to get firewood. It’s not a daunting task, surely you could handle it” He rumbled, uncrossing his arms and striding forward to pick up the abandoned pile of sticks. Thorin gave them one last scathing look before returning to the campfire with the other dwarfs. His dark hair gleamed in the dying light as he walked. Kili waited until he was out of earshot before turning to Fili.
Fili was already walking away. Kili reached out to tug at his leather coat but Fili knocked him back into the stream with a laugh. Kili landed with an awkward splash, his quiver knocking against his head.
“Hey!” Kili shouted, flipping his hair out of his face. Fili turned around, bowed and gave Kili his usual smirk and continued walking away.
“I told you, you were starting to smell foul!” He called back.
Kili muttered something in Dwarvish that would've made Bilbo blush
