The Company had set up camp for the night. After a much-desired supper, most were lounging about and relaxing after a long day's travel. Some dwarves talked quietly amidst themselves, some were smoking pipes and enjoying the moment. Others had gone to their bedrolls already, happy to have an early night's sleep.

You were sat with Kili and Fili when you noticed one of Fili's braids had come loose, the metal clasp fallen to the ground.

"Hold on, your hair clasp fell out." You picked up the clasp, dusted it off and reapplied it, making sure the braid was secure. A kind gesture, you thought. You'd seen the other dwarves in camp help out with their braids.

It was only when you looked up that you discovered half the camp, the awake half, staring at you. Some looked shocked, others amused.

Thorin looked furious.

And Kili was smirking. You didn't know which of the latter two dwarves had the more frightening reaction.

Fili muttered something to Kili in Khudzual. His smirk didn't go away...and only one question remained.

What was going on?