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[goldsickness]

[ It takes little time for Thorin to realize he must learn as much as he can about these lands. If he can't leave, if he can't go back, then at the very least he ought to make sure he finds a safe place for him and the few he keeps close. He has not met many so far he would ask questions, and even the few he did ask could only tell him so much.

Library it is, then. However, this becomes a problem when, after almost an hour of looking through the castle, he can't find the place.

Not only that, but he also ends up getting lost through the corridors.

When he speaks to the locket, he is not actually asking anyone. He is asking the locket itself for directions. ]

Tell me the way to the library.

[ He frowns at the locket for the longest time, waiting for some kind of immediate response, frown deepening when it doesn't come. ]

This useless-- [ And it shuts off. ]


((ooc: open for action at the seelie court!))

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[goldsickness]

[ Frankly Thorin's relieved he came this way. Maybe Kíli could have fended for himself were this situation any different, but he still seems to be recovering, and the group of imps had been just about big enough to pose a real threat.

When Kíli pulls away he lets his hand rest on the back of his neck for a while still, a smile gracing his features at the words. So bitter had been their last conversation, he cannot deny it brings him joy to at least see his younger nephew more open and not as abrasive as before. ]

There is nothing to thank me for. [ He moves his hand to cup the injured cheek, his thumb touching lightly the muscle around the scratch. Hardly anything too deep or serious, yet it is an attempt to mend fences that he adds. ] Let's find somewhere to clean your wounds.

[kilimanjaro]

[He's glad too to be around Thorin without feeling bitterly angry. He'd talked it over with Fili, and while Kili still felt that he had been the one offended and he had every right to be upset, he's realized that there's more to it than this.

He closes his eyes briefly as Thorin touches the scratch, letting out a quiet hiss. Ordinarily he'd wave Thorin off and clean them up himself, but there's some words to be had between them and he appreciates the offer.]

Aye, alright. [He nods in agreement before pausing.] Uncle, I need to apologize for how I spoke to you before. I was...disrespectful and childish.

[goldsickness]

[ Thorin looks at Kíli in surprise, though the words are something that pleases him to hear, at least. Perhaps his own back then had not been the best, but it seems that his nephew took some time to think on them regardless. ]

My own words did not come as I wanted them to either. [ In the tone it is clear he accepts the apology, and he offers one of his own, in a way, hidden behind the words. ] You must understand why I did it. I had to leave you behind, it was too dangerous. You would have died, Kíli, and possibly your brother as well, knowing him as I do. I could not bear that.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili glances down at the ground, taking a deep breath.]

I understand, Uncle. [He looks back up at him.] But I nearly died all the same. I...I would have, if luck hadn't been on our side. And here too, I almost... [Kili trails off.]

I saw my father, Thorin. I saw the Halls. And I would have joined them if not for the healing of the elves.

[goldsickness]

[ Thorin stares, frozen in place for a long while after the words. A fear sprouts at the pit of his stomach, turning to a cold shiver that crawls all the way up to the top of his head, yet he says nothing to it, to this experience Kíli says to have gone through.

He does not know how to handle it, what to even say. He lets his breath out in a slow but shaky exhale, lowering his head in a small nod as a hand curls around Kíli's shoulder. ]

You are alright now. This is what matters. [ Not that it pleases him to hear that elves were involved in the healing, but he'll not complain, not when it means that it saved his nephew's life.

With a gentle tug, he urges Kíli to walk down the hallway with him. ] Now come, Kíli. Let us find a room to clean your wounds... perhaps find you a new pair of trousers.

[kilimanjaro]

[The blatant unease, even fear in Thorin's eyes makes Kili uncomfortable and he looks away. He's never seen his uncle afraid before and there's something very wrong about it, something that makes Kili uneasy and nervous.

Thorin speaks again, and the look is gone. Kili relaxes, giving him a small smile and following after him with little urging.]

Aye, these ones are ruined now. [He glances down at his trousers before promptly bursting out laughing.]

[goldsickness]

[ The laughter he does not completely expect, not after the tone of their conversation just a moment ago, and it is a sound almost foreign, so long it has been since he last heard it.

Still it takes no thought or effort at all for Thorin to join, though his is barely above a quiet chuckle. But his shoulders release some tension at least, as he shakes his head, his hand dropping from Kíli's shoulder now that he seems to be able to stand and walk on his own alright. ]

You always did have a penchant for ruining your clothes in your little adventures. [ He quirks an eyebrow in brief amusement. ] A good thing to see that habit has not been entirely lost even after you are all grown up.

[kilimanjaro]

Some things never change. [Kili smiles, that old fondness and affection in his eyes for Thorin as before. He nudges his uncle's side lightly, relieved that the two are on speaking terms again.]

I missed you, Uncle.

[goldsickness]

Indeed not. [ In his tone it is clear he does not mind that at all, quite the contrary. Even if in some things he believes his younger nephew still has a lot to learn and grow up. ]

And I you. [ He speaks after a thoughtful pause, though he knows that the time they've been apart is much longer for Kíli, having arrived in this place weeks before himself, while to him only a few days had passed. If anything, he had missed them being on speaking terms, that would be more accurate to say. ] Which room are you staying in? Do you know the way?

[ Because predictably, Thorin does not quite know the way to his own room. ]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili beams up at Thorin. The fondness in his uncle's voice is good to hear after their shouting match from before.]

Oh, it's this way. [He leads the way towards his room, leaning onto his cane a bit as he does so.] Do you keep getting lost, uncle? [Kili adds the tease.]

[goldsickness]

[ Thorin stares flatly at the last remark, though not actively scolding Kíli for the tease. Still, his voice is gruff, as he lifts his chin up just slightly as he turns to follow after his nephew in the right direction this time. ]

I've barely been here long enough to know these halls and rooms. [ Neither confirming nor denying that he gets lost often, even if he would never admit to it happening to him every once in a while. His eyes glance at the cane for a brief moment, but Kíli does not ask for help, and Thorin does not offer it. They are dwarves after all, strong and resistant, stubborn and proud just as well. ] Surely you do not expect me to have committed all of this place to memory by now.