There are nerves burning their way through his veins, the fear of the plan not working, and the fear of success too. His smile is small, hesitant at the corners; Kili still hasn't mastered the ease of lying others hold and he doubts he ever will. Fili is his King here, goldsick and going mad, and Kili must try to do his best to help free him from it's grasp -- but Fili is his brother over all and that is what fuels him.

Still, the knowledge of what is to come does not sit well.

"Must there be a reason?" A nudge of shoulders, "It has been too long since we have had chance to drink and be merry among friends!"

He looks across at Thranduil for a brief moment, heart falling into the pit of his stomach as he steels himself.