(A/N: Thorin always sings 'Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old' solo.)

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     Kili and Fili sat in the hall on the table. Gandalf had moved the poor halfling to a chair and he'd woken soon after. Gandalf and Bilbo wanted to talk privately so everyone left. Most of the others were in the living room by the fireplace and Thorin and Balin were off somewhere else talking.

     "When do you think we'll be leaving tomorrow?" Kili asked.

      "Knowing Thorin, probably at break of day." Fili answered.

      "Do you think Bilbo will come?"

      "I'm not sure. He seems to be content being at home all day, everyday; never knowing what the outside world is like."

      "How can they stand just being at home all the time? I'll admit, it is very peaceful here. But I wouldn't be happy not knowing what's out there."

     Thorin and Balin walked by and went into the living room. Kili and Fili, wondering if Bilbo and Gandalf were finished talking now, followed. Gandalf and Bilbo were in the living room now. Poor Mr. Baggins looked quite unhappy.

     "How about some music?" Gandalf asked.

     "Bring out the instruments!"* Thorin said.

     Kili and Fili went back to their packs and grabbed their fiddles, Ori, Nori and Dori each pulled a flute from inside their coats, Bombur got his drum, and Bifur and Bofur got out their clarinets.

     "Excuse us, we left ours on the porch." Dwalin said as he and Balin got to their feet.

     "Would you mind bringing mine out as well?" Thorin asked.

     "No problem, lad." Balin answered. "We'll be back in a jiffy!"

     They left the room and soon returned with two viols and something wrapped in a green cloth. They handed it to Thorin and he pulled out a small golden harp. He plucked a string and then everyone else began playing their instruments. As they played, some began to hum along. Then Thorin began to sing in a deep-throated voice. The rest joined in at the second to last part of the first verse.

     "Far over the misty mountains cold
     To dungeons deep and caverns old
     We must away ere break of day
     To seek the pale enchanted gold.

     The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
     While hammers fell like ringing bells
     In places deep, where dark things sleep,
     In hollow halls beneath the fells.

     For ancient king and elvish lord
     There many a gleaming golden hoard
     They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
     To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

     On silver necklaces they strung
     The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
     The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
     They meshed the light of moon and sun.

     Far over the misty mountains cold
     To dungeons deep and caverns old
     We must away, ere break of day,
     To claim our long-forgotten gold.

     Goblets they carved there for themselves
     And harps of gold; where no man delves
     There lay they long, and many a song
     Was sung unheard by men or elves.

     The pines were roaring on the height,
     The wings were moaning in the night.
     The fire was red, it flaming spread;
     The trees like torches blazed with light.

     The bells were ringing in the dale
     And men looked up with faces pale;
     Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire
     Laid low their towers and houses frail.

     The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
     The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
     They fled their hall to dying fall
     Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

     Far over the misty mountains grim
     To dungeons deep and caverns dim
     We must away, ere break of day,
     To win our harps and gold from him!"

     The music slowly faded away. Kili and Fili sat down on the small wooden table that was in the middle of the living room and set their fiddles in their lap. They loved this song so much. It always filled their hearts with a longing for Erebor, even though they'd never even seen it.

     There was a long moment of silence. The only thing to be heard was the crackle of the fire and the chirping of crickets. Finally Thorin spoke up.

     "It is time we get some sleep." He said, wrapping his harp in the green cloth. "I hope to get an early start tomorrow."

     So everyone put their weapons away and made ready for bed. Balin took the comfy red chair in the living room and Dwalin took the couch. Thorin took the guestroom (which was by the bathroom, which was by the living room) and Kili and Fili moved the table they'd been sitting on to the side so they could sleep on the floor. Many of the others scattered about and managed to find a place to sleep.

     Kili and Fili lay on their back, staring at the ceiling and listening to the crackling fire.

     "Balin?" Kili said.

     "Yes laddie?" Balin answered.

     "Do you think the dragon's still in the mountain?"

     "I'm not sure."

     "He most likely is." Dwalin said. "Dragons don't typically leave their treasure hoard."

     "Doesn't sound like there's much hope." Ori, who was lying on the other side of the rug, said.

     "Don't speak that way, Ori." Fili said. "We will reach Erebor, we will find the hidden door,  we will defeat the dragon, and we will reclaim our homeland. We're fighters; and we will fight to get back what is rightfully ours."

     "We'll defeat that overgrown lizard." Kili said.

     "Alright, lads, get some sleep." Balin said. "It may be the last good sleep we'll get for quite some time."

     Fili and Kili rolled over onto their side, backs facing each other. "Goodnight Mr. Dwalin and Balin." They said in unison.

     "Goodnight lads." Balin answered.

     "Goodnight Fili, Kili." Dwalin said.

     "Goodnight Ori!" Kili and Fili said.

     "Goodnight Kili and Fili." Ori replied.

     After awhile Balin and Dwalin were snoring and Ori's breathing had slowed down. Kili and Fili were still awake, excited about all that was about to happen. As they lay there awake they could hear their uncle humming from the guestroom.

     "Far over the misty mountains cold
     To dungeons deep and caverns old
     We must away, ere break of day,
     To find out long-forgotten gold."

     The song lulled the two brothers to sleep and they were soon dreaming of the many halls of Erebor.

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*J.R.R. Tolkien's 'The Hobbit', Chapter One: An Unexpected Party