Fíli's been a little concerned since he got the text. It's not like Kíli to ask if someone's available to talk - he seems to prefer to simply show up and start talking, a trait Fíli has to admit he shares - so a text like the one he'd received can only presage some serious conversation, and he has no idea why. He can't imagine a second revelation like the one the seeing stone had given him, and he doesn't think his brother and Tauriel have figured themselves out enough to warrant that conversation just yet (though he honestly can't deny that he's rather looking forward to it, if only for the chance to make Kíli squirm), and as there isn't any other reason he can think of for such a message, he has no choice but to sit and wait until Kíli returns to find out what it is.

He is eighty-two years old and has gotten fairly good at sitting and waiting by virtue of necessity, but he still hates it all the same.

Kíli enters the room with a broad smile that draws an answering grin from him despite his worry. "Nothing that couldn't wait," he says, and then his eyes narrow as he takes in the blood-stained gash in his brother's clothing. "Nadad, what happened?" Kíli looks to be fine, but as the black arrow proved, that means absolutely nothing.