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Early spring came with warmer weather and a brighter outlook. The people of Dale had survived a harsh winter and they seemed determined to leave the dark days behind and celebrate the future.
“It is with pride that I open the first market of the season.” King Bard proclaimed. “Today we honor King Thorin. Without his support and generous gifts we would not be where we are today. Three cheers for the King!”
Everybody clapped and cheered loudly, which was Thorin’s cue to give a short speech as well. Kíli tuned him out and turned to his brother.
“Why do I get the feeling it is you they should be cheering for?” He whispered.
“What makes you say that?”
“I know it was you who convinced Thorin to give them more gold and food, but it must have been a very generous gift for them to throw such a feast on Thorin’s honor.”
“I may have upped what was asked with a small percentage.” Fíli confessed.
“I knew it!” Kíli smiled. “They should be honoring you instead.”
“No they shouldn’t.” Fíli objected, because of course he did. “It was our combined effort that made this possible. Bilbo made me aware of the issues, Bard and his advisors knew exactly what their people needed and took nothing for themselves. I was not the one who transported the goods to Dale, or who harvested all the food. We should be honoring everybody who made this possible.”
“Wasn’t it you who talked to everybody, who arranged all the transportations and who made sure everything was delivered? There is no need to be modest about this.”
“I disagree.” Fíli grinned. “You’re proud enough for the both of us. Besides, if I was the guest of honor instead of Thorin, we would not be able to sneak off for a bit.”
Fíli took his brother’s hand in his own and tugged him along, away from the celebration.
“Can’t argue with that.”