Fili sat in his room of the king’s, fighting back the tears as the memory of the battle continues to play though his mind, constantly.

The Battle between Five Armies, the battle where he tried so desperately to save his uncle. But failed. Thorin had passed, and he was next in line as his kin to be the king.

He was stressed, overworked, and depressed. He still couldn’t get over the grief and guilt of not being able to save his uncle.

When he hears a knock on the door, he quickly clears his throat and sits up more, trying not to slouch and show his emotions. “Come in.” He says with a crack, his voice almost hoarse.