[There it is-- Nestled among leaf litter sits the wooden token, the gleam of a knife's blade close by. Satisfied, Kíli settles back into his spot to offer Fíli an answer.]
A surprise -- this one's a bit smaller than the fiddle or me.
[He'll pick it up and show Fíli when they move to see to their rabbits, but the contented warmth hasn't left his bones, and he barely budges to flick his fingers at the tip of her nose, her earlier remark reaching him only now.]
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A surprise -- this one's a bit smaller than the fiddle or me.
[He'll pick it up and show Fíli when they move to see to their rabbits, but the contented warmth hasn't left his bones, and he barely budges to flick his fingers at the tip of her nose, her earlier remark reaching him only now.]
... Did I hear someone yelp for her life?
[Cornered, just like he said!]