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Kili sniffled, cuddling his uncle and brother. He told himself a Prince of Erebor did not cry but he couldn't help but let out a tear or two or several escape his brown eyes. His uncle and Fee hugged him back almost squeezing the life out of him.

The dwarfling knew he was different, with his less-than-large nose and lack of facial hair (even if it was just whiskers), but he thought people liked him. Instead they hated him and called him an abomination (whatever that was)!

When Thorin heard what was said, he just went away. Fili took care of him and his tears, even though surely he wouldn't touch a filthy half-breed like him (he knew what that word was and knew it was a very bad thing).

He could still heqr what words were said ("I bet his father was a Man or even an elf!" "Such a disgraceful lad." "What an abomination Look at the way he's so happy when everyone's suffering" and the like).

Fili still looked after him alone for the day, as Uncle didn't want to be with him and Amad away on business out of the village.

Then it turned out to be a misunderstanding. Uncle had beaten the Dwarrow and Men who called him men things before he returned home shortly after dinner (some dry jerky and eggs). He then scooped up Kili and Fili and plopped them down on his bed, telling Kili he was none of the things the bastards said about him (though in a more child-friendly way).

Kili fell asleep on his back, clutching Fee and a hand on Uncle Thorin's shirt, smiling widely even in his dreams. Everything was alright and he was safe. No one was there to hurt him.

The princeling didn't care what people say about him as long as Fee and Uncle Thorin were there to protect him.