Of all the holidays Darrow has, Thanksgiving is Fíli's favorite. It's also, not coincidentally, the closest thing to a proper holiday he's seen since his arrival. Feasting and camaraderie appear to be the orders of the day, and no Dwarf could ever object to that. And if thoughts of home tug at his heart a little, well, the friendly faces around him - some familiar, some not - provide ample distraction.

As does the food. There's enough food and alcohol - much of the latter provided by himself and Kíli - to feed every one of Derek's guests with plenty to spare. No mean feat, given some of their appetites, but even Master Baggins would have been hard-pressed to do better than Derek has. Fíli eats until he can't eat anymore, then takes a piece of pie anyway and goes to sit at the bar, letting the buzz of conversation wash over him.