thestarwrites:

Nali (age 10ish): Da? Why won't mother let me into the Gold Room? Why won't she let you in there very much either? You're the King! What you say goes!

bobbibirdofafeather:

kidhuzurupndar-archive-blog:

Fili smirked. “Because your mother thinks she has control over me. But…” Fili holds up the key that he stole from Bobbi’s drawer. “I think we should go see what our forefathers have left for us.”

Nali nodded and smiled, looking around at all the gold, “Da… look at all of it… its…. so beautiful…” He huffed out. The little boy was so sensitive to gold, he always liked to touch the golden candlesticks that sat upon their dining room table- but Bobbi never let him play with them.

“And its all ours?”

“Every last piece.” Fili said, holding his arm out to his son. “The amount is nearly uncountable. It would take us years to count it all.”
Fili’s voice turned more serious. “But, we are only to use this for good. Gold brings great evil and we have to be responsible.”

Taking his father’s hand he was looking around- not paying much attention to his words, “Can I touch it? Mother won’t ever let me touch the gold in our dining room…” He was practically drooling.

Gailien was watching from the doorway, her pointed elf ears twitching to hear- her dainty fingers wrapped around the door frame.

Fili smirked. “I supposed it wouldn’t hurt, would it?” Fili said, leading his son down the steps. “Why don’t you go find a chalice and I’ll pour you some grape juice and you can ask like Uncle Thorin.”