Kili took a swig from his canteen and cool ale filled his mouth. Nothing like a bit of courage when in the heat of battle he thought to himself. He ran down the hill into the clash, he delicately cut the heads of a few of the Uruks standing by and drove his sword in to the chest’s of others. As he decapitated the head of a rather foul Uruk he saw that Belegond was in trouble.
“No dwarf leaves a friend in trouble,” he muttered to himself as he swung his sword and hacked the attacking Urks head of. He conversed with his old friend and then together they went back into the war.
The Urks were slain easily and Kili’s sword severed their armour effortlessly. He was enjoying this and took another drink of ale as he went to join Bali, who was fighting a particularly large group of rank Uruks.
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"'Kili at your service!'said the one. 'And Fili!' added the other; and they both swept off their blue hoods and bowed. 'At yours and your family's' replied Bilbo, remembering his manners this time. 'Dwalin and Balin here already, I see' said Kili. 'Let us join the throng!'"
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