Of course I did. When he first learned how to fight, he was really badly injured. Somehow, one of the local bullies had gotten ahold of a very dangerous sword and had stabbed my brother’s shoulder. Of course, Dwalin was there with me on the side just watching and when he saw the blood gushing out and Kili go down, he jumped over the fence and picked my brother up to carry him back home as I ran there to tell Mama. She shoved everything - and I mean everything, including the extremely expensive candelabra - off the table and covered it with a sheet while I got her medical supplies. Thorin was sleeping upstairs and by the time he came down, looking extremely pissed at being woken, Dwalin was there, and Kili was barely conscious. Of course, all anger flew from his face and was replaced with worry as I sat in the background, tears flowing freely because I didn’t know if my little brother was going to be alright. He faded out a time or two, and that was when I was most upset. The neighbors told me they thought he had actually died, from the sounds I was making. Mama bandaged him up while Thorin got a bunch of blankets and Dwalin got more medical supplies because the cut was deep and she would be needing more. She went to wash her hands and that was when I slowly approached him. His chest was rising and falling, and when I stood over him, looking at how pale and sweaty he was, his eyes opened slightly. He tried to say something, but I wouldn’t let him. I apologized over and over again and when he smiled sadly at me, I squeezed his good arm gently and told him I would always protect him - as long as he was my little brother, I would protect him. And since he will be my little brother forever, I will protect him forever.