Fanfic: Phantom King (2/?) : Alpha!Fíli/Alpha!Kíli/Omega!Thorin
AU:Here’s a thing. I don’t know what happened. It got a plot?
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.I’m writing this to get an Arkenstone of someone’s heart.
Prompt by: reigingheart22 : Here's a A/B/O prompt! Fili and Kili are Alphas and Thorin is an Omega! Yeah, i want both nephews to top the ever living fuck out of him and like mark him with their cum up his gorgoues ass! Pls do this and I will give you the Arkenstone of my heart!
Ch2: Summary: The discovery and a deal's made.
Read on Tumblr (or read on AO3 here)
Phantom King
MissGoodPage
"2"
Though he fell nothing short of being majestic, the first signal the two brothers received of their uncle not being quite what he appeared to be was when he cut his own beard to a short size. It was a type of wear usually reserved to Omega dwarves. True, Kíli’s beard wasn’t half as long as it should be for an Alpha, but he was still young and his beard would grow. Fíli had no doubts about this last, his own beard had started out pretty much the same and though the hairs on his chin might not be very long yet his moustache made up for it. The cutting of Thorin’s beard thus was something his young nephews and heirs didn’t fully comprehend and they asked questions about it. Dís systematically avoided to answer. Eventually it was Gloin who offered them a solution and explained that their uncle was grieving and the beard was a sign of all that he had lost. The boys got used to the idea that their uncle might be repenting.
Until the trip occurred and their uncle demanded a break when they arrived at Lake town. They had a break of three days before when they were camping in the wild, and then again when they were in Rivendell. The dwarves grew restless by all these interruptions and the two brothers complained loudly about the condition of their uncle. “He isn’t even that old yet. I mean, look at Balin, he can still travel without needing a break every two weeks or so.” Kíli loudly criticized.
“You’d think for a man in a hurry he’s surely taking his time.” Nori piped in.
“And I bet once he returns he’s grumpier than usual. He always is after his breaks. One would wonder why even takes them if it only makes him agitated and edgy.” Ori said out loud.
Balin snorted. “It’s not as much to do with his age as it’s to do with his physical condition.” The wise dwarf replied.
“How do you mean?’ Fíli was suddenly all interested and leaned forward, arm resting on his knee as they sat gathered around the hearth of the inn they were staying in.
“Mahal! You mean you two kids don’t know?” Bofur placed a hand over his heart. “And such close kin too? Fíli, Kíli, your uncle is an Omega.”
Several of the dwarves in the company started. Even Ori and Bifur seemed surprised by the news.
“Or shouldn’t I have said that?” The hatted dwarf carefully asked.
“Great going.” Balin grumbled by his side. “Bofur, you’ve just spoiled one of the possibly best hidden secrets of Middle-Earth.”
“Sorry.” Bofur mumbled as the dwarves all gathered around.
They had noticed how the king disappeared for a few days at a time. Dwarves weren’t usually that swift of mind and many of them hadn’t even bothered to think about Thorin’s motives. The ones who did hadn’t put the pieces of the puzzle together. Thorin’s beard was short but it was because he had lost his home and would have to conquer it back. Thorin’s breaks were because he was majestic and royalty should never be questioned. Thorin’s scent was quite normal.
“But then how come we’ve never noticed?” The scribe asked, having summarised all the previously listed things in his head and figuring it didn’t make full sense. His scent wasn’t that of an Omega. Ori knew how an Omega smelled because in the village he grew up they had at least three. He looked over at Gloin who was one of the lucky dwarves to have married, or rather claimed, an Omega for himself. Gloin looked just as puzzled.
“It’s Gandalf with his magic and witchcraft.” Balin explained. He decided that now the secret was out he might as well inform the company or risk the journey being ended right then and there. Travelling with an Omega was sinful amongst dwarves. It was a huge risk none of them was allowed to take. Yet Balin had taken it willingly because he’d known Thorin all along and knew of his history. How could he deny a friend his dearest wish?
“Why do you think he insisted for the wizard to come along in the first place? Gandalf’s not suited to defeat a dragon. Not by far. Neither is he a champion when it comes to defeating orcs. But he does own a great spell that can filter away the typical Omega scent. Do you dwarves honestly think Thorin would have made it this far if everyone knew he’s an Omega?”
“An Omega is fit to be king.” Kíli piped in. It was clear by the look on his face that he didn’t fancy the thought of his strong uncle to be an Omega instead of an Alpha like he’d always presumed. It didn’t make sense to the young dwarf and he refused to believe it.
“An Omega is NOT fit to be a king.” Bombur said, finally mingling in the conversation while eyeing Dori. The latter added “Bombur’s right. Omega’s are precious, especially after the fall of our realm. We’re risking a royal one at this too.”
Kíli was vehemently shaking his head in denial and tried to stop the words of the others from reaching his ears by covering them with his hands. But Fíli caught them and lowered them so he had to listen.
It was Balin who spoke next. “Why do you think Dís didn’t get the title of prince or heir to the throne? He skipped it because it was already widely known he was an Omega. He allowed his brothers to call him princess and to address him as their sister. Only Omega dwarves can produce offspring and they’re cherished for it. They’re not allowed to fight and it’s thought to be too risky to have them rule. Not on their own anyway.”
“But uncle Thorin….” Kíli tried.
“Your uncle was a late bloomer.” Balin continued. “When he hit his first heat we had to tear Frerin off of him or he would have been claimed now. I remember Thráin calling for help from a wizard. It’s how the Durins met Gandalf who happened to pass by. He helped cover up Thorin’s true state and in the end it’s been his blessing. If the others knew he’s an Omega he would not be allowed to fight, he wouldn’t have been allowed this quest by his people and as a result he’d never get the chance to redeem himself.”
“He could if he’d just sit back and have babies.” Dori stroked his beard as he made this statement. It was the general thought after all.
“Aye.” Kíli said loudly, raising his pint.
Instead of attacking Dori, Balin focused solely on the youngest heir and towered over him. “And to what royalty would they belong? To a nation without a kingdom and a kingdom without a throne? Really, what would your uncle be offering them?”
“A good fuck?”
“Dwalin!” Balin’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the dwarf who had silently been watching the group as they discussed this delicate matter. The bald dwarf stood at the edge of the room with his arms folded in front of his chest and huffed, then looked away.
“You’re right. Claiming Erebor has always been his dearest wish. It’s his way to justify wrongs of the past and to make his ancestors proud. He’d make a good king.” Fíli said, eyes soft as he spoke.
“So what do we do now that we all know?” Ori dared ask.
Fíli took a deep breath and stroked his beard in thought. It seemed like all dwarves were watching him and waited for him to come up with a solution. “We’ll continue, of course. We’re this close to reaching the city. We can’t let him down because we found out his secret.”
Balin let out a sigh. The looks in the eyes of the company told him old manners had won and if he wanted to help Thorin fulfill his wish he would have to give in and give the company what they want. “No, Fíli’s right. And as the Alpha heir we should follow his lead.”
“Thank you.” Fíli nodded gratefully.
“This does mean, Fíli, that we will follow you at your every command though. Now that we know about Thorin we can’t risk to let him lose himself in Alpha behaviour.” Balin clarified.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The heir frowned and heard Kíli shift uncomfortably at his side.
“It means once Erebor is ours we don’t just want our share of the gold.” Dori gruffly said from his seat by the fire. “We want you to be our king. Rule Erebor for us. You’re the Alpha, not Thorin. Thorin needs to be locked up and cherished like the pretty Omega he is. From now on you will be our king.”
Fíli thought about this long and hard. It didn’t seem fair to him that after all his uncle’s hard work and effort he was just swept aside because of his sexuality. Being an Omega didn’t seem enough to justify how the other dwarves suddenly wanted to follow the heir’s lead, but Fíli felt a sharp tug deep inside his stomach that made him aware of how delectable the thought of ruling next to his uncle’s side was. To have Thorin safely hidden away in a dark room deep within the mountain’s heart, covered with jewels and gems, carrying his babies, was enough to drive the young dwarf hard with desire. He looked aside to find the dark, penetrating gaze of his brother. Kíli must be thinking just the same. Maybe there was hope for the line of Durin after all.
“All right. If this be thy wish it will be done. But we mustn’t let Thorin know yet. Let him belief he’s still in charge and let him believe this is all his doing. I don’t want his heart broken by seeing his dearest wish fulfilled because of my orders. Let Thorin live the Alpha-dream for as long as Erebor isn’t ours yet. Once it is reclaimed Thorin will carry on the line and if we’re lucky he’ll give birth to many more Alphas and Omegas.”
The dwarves nodded and all said an ‘aye’ in consent. With a content smile Fíli lowered his hands and turned to face his brother who sat brooding next to the fire. His dark eyes shone with lust and desire.
“Kíli,” Fíli whispered, “You’ve heard what they said. You’ve heard what I said. Do you approve?”
“Oh yes, brother, I do. But it isn’t just that. It’s just… I’ve always thought uncle would be our king. That he couldn’t produce, you know? And I’d always hoped that either you or me would have been an Omega. Not that I would have wanted to miss this trip for the world! Not at all. But I mean, then we could have been together legally. You know what they think of family being together. It’s only allowed when it’s to keep the line pure, Alpha and Omegas. But two Alphas and two brothers at that.”
Fíli moved closer to his brother so their shoulders touched and bowed his head to him, then whispered in his brother’s ear. “Kíli, I promised you long ago that we’d be together. One way or another. Think of the possibilities we have now. With uncle being an Omega we can make him our ‘princess’. He’ll be our consort. We can fuck the living daylight out of him whenever we want and no one will look at us oddly if we be caught together in the same room,” he purred “naked.” Fíli gently squeezed his brother’s hand who then looked up to smile at him. Hope was flooding the younger dwarf’s eyes.
“You think so, Fee?”
Fíli nodded.
“I hope you’re right. I-I’m scared. What if uncle’s going to be mad at us?”
“Oh, he will be. Trust me. He’ll be enraged.”
“Fíli, what if it isn’t the same as, you know, banging you?” Kíli bit his lip as he awaited Fíli’s reply.
“I may hope it won’t be the same.” The blond dwarf laughed heartily. “Kíli, don’t worry so. Omega’s have this very distinct scent that will drive you mad with desire the moment they enter their heat. I imagine uncle’s scent is suppressed now because of the wizard but once Erebor is ours and Gandalf is away you shall get to smell our sweet uncle as he blossoms. And then we go in and pick that flower, plunder his glory hole, tie him to the bed till we get tired. He’ll have nowhere to go, nothing to do to stop us and you- oh, you, sweet Kíli- will not have any worries whatsoever because once that scent hits you it will be unlike any lovemaking you might ever have done.”
“Sounds a bit scary to me if you ask me.”
“Wait till you claim that body, wait till you knot uncle’s sweet arse and fill it with all of your juices. Wait till you see his body swell with little dwarves. Our dwarrows. Our babies.”
Kíli obviously was getting excited at the imagery. “Ungh- brother. You’re making me hard like a rock. Is it even possible for two Alphas to mate with one Omega?”
“Of course, we’ll just have to make sure we claim him together, knot him at the same time. It’s going to be a bit of a circus act but we’ll get it done.” Fíli gently wiped the hairs out of Kíli’s face. “I love you, Kee.”
“I love you too, Fee.” Kíli mumbled before their lips touched in a sweet kiss. Once the blond brother pulled away they kept staring into each other’s lust-clouded eyes.
“It’ll be perfectly legit for the two of you to combine the claiming.” A voice suddenly said. The young dwarves looked shocked over their shoulders to see Bofur standing there with a smile on his face. “Aye, sorry I overheard you two. But listen, If you want to know the best way to claim your uncle you’d best ask Balin. He’s got books on these things.”
Kíli snorted. “Books.” And rolled his eyes. Bofur ignored him and continued.
“Aye, but more importantly you’re the last two heirs of the house of Durin. Omegas are rare among dwarves nowadays. And Thorin is your uncle…er… aunt… well, your kin. He might be older but he can carry your next of kin so it’s perfectly legitimate for two heirs to mate the same carrier of their offspring. I wouldn’t worry so much if I were you, lads.”
“We weren’t.”
A blatant lie. But Kíli was slightly agitated that Bofur had interrupted what should have been their private conversation. As well as that look in Bofur’s eyes. In unnerved him.
“Ah well,” Bofur eyed them, “Before I leave you two to yourselves I was wanting to ask you a favour.”
“What is it?” The youngest dwarf snarled at him.
“Ah well…” Bofur cleared his throat in a way that made both dwarves anxious. “If you- well, that is to say.”
“Yes?” Kíli was starting to get impatient.
“I don’t mind the gold so much so I wanted to retract my offer. Or well, change it so to say. I’ll still come along and help you get back Erebor. But instead of gold I’d very much like your first-born Omega.”
The two brothers stared at him blankly. “You want what?”
“I know it’s an odd request but I’ve always been a bit of a family man. Or well, I’d like to be. Ever since I’ve been a wee dwarf I’ve fantasized about having my own family and there’s so few Omega dwarves still around. You know, it’s what got me into making toys. To see all these Men with their Omega’s – they’re called women I believe- and their children. I want that too. I’ve always wanted it. And I was thinking, since you’re like…. my best friends and good-looking too I was wondering, if you got an Omega in your nest could you perhaps raise her a bit to be like, well, like that she will wear dresses and nice long braids and then, you know, when she goes into her first heat have her be given to me?”
“I can’t believe you’re implying-”
Fíli held Kíli back and calmly spoke. “So you’ll be a total stranger in her life?”
“No, no, of course not. I can make her toys when she’s a child and make her anything she dreams of as she grows up.”
Before Kíli could protest Fíli stood up and noded. “It’s a deal.”
“Fee?”
“Hush, Kíli. It’ll be okay.” He reassured his brother, then turned back to face the toy-maker. “It’s a deal, Bofur. But only because I like you and think you’d be a wonderful Alpha to any Omega.”
Bofur left with a smile which made him look like a fool. Some of the dwarves commented on it and didn’t notice how Fíli and Kíli slipped away to their own room for the night.
The journey continued four days later when Thorin was still his grumpy, itchy self and the others were doing their best to act as if they didn’t know his secret. The city was reached, the dragon slain and the throne in Durin’s hands.
But not Thorin’s.
[ TBC…… ]
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Fanfic: Phantom King (1/?) : Alpha!Fíli/Alpha!Kíli/Omega!Thorin
AU:Here’s a thing. I don’t know what happened. It got a plot?
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.I’m writing this to get an Arkenstone of someone’s heart.
Prompt by: reigingheart22 : Here's a A/B/O prompt! Fili and Kili are Alphas and Thorin is an Omega! Yeah, i want both nephews to top the ever living fuck out of him and like mark him with their cum up his gorgoues ass! Pls do this and I will give you the Arkenstone of my heart!
Ch1: Summary: The discovery and a deal's made.
Read on Tumblr (or read on AO3 here)
Phantom King
MissGoodPage
"1"
Though he fell nothing short of being majestic, the first signal the two brothers received of their uncle not being quite what he appeared to be was when he cut his own beard to a short size. It was a type of wear usually reserved to Omega dwarves. True, Kíli’s beard wasn’t half as long as it should be for an Alpha, but he was still young and his beard would grow. Fíli had no doubts about this last, his own beard had started out pretty much the same and though the hairs on his chin might not be very long yet his moustache made up for it. The cutting of Thorin’s beard thus was something his young nephews and heirs didn’t fully comprehend and they asked questions about it. Dís systematically avoided to answer. Eventually it was Gloin who offered them a solution and explained that their uncle was grieving and the beard was a sign of all that he had lost. The boys got used to the idea that their uncle might be repenting.
Until the trip occurred and their uncle demanded a break when they arrived at Lake town. They had a break of three days before when they were camping in the wild, and then again when they were in Rivendell. The dwarves grew restless by all these interruptions and the two brothers complained loudly about the condition of their uncle. “He isn’t even that old yet. I mean, look at Balin, he can still travel without needing a break every two weeks or so.” Kíli loudly criticized.
“You’d think for a man in a hurry he’s surely taking his time.” Nori piped in.
“And I bet once he returns he’s grumpier than usual. He always is after his breaks. One would wonder why even takes them if it only makes him agitated and edgy.” Ori said out loud.
Balin snorted. “It’s not as much to do with his age as it’s to do with his physical condition.” The wise dwarf replied.
“How do you mean?’ Fíli was suddenly all interested and leaned forward, arm resting on his knee as they sat gathered around the hearth of the inn they were staying in.
“Mahal! You mean you two kids don’t know?” Bofur placed a hand over his heart. “And such close kin too? Fíli, Kíli, your uncle is an Omega.”
Several of the dwarves in the company started. Even Ori and Bifur seemed surprised by the news.
“Or shouldn’t I have said that?” The hatted dwarf carefully asked.
“Great going.” Balin grumbled by his side. “Bofur, you’ve just spoiled one of the possibly best hidden secrets of Middle-Earth.”
“Sorry.” Bofur mumbled as the dwarves all gathered around.
They had noticed how the king disappeared for a few days at a time. Dwarves weren’t usually that swift of mind and many of them hadn’t even bothered to think about Thorin’s motives. The ones who did hadn’t put the pieces of the puzzle together. Thorin’s beard was short but it was because he had lost his home and would have to conquer it back. Thorin’s breaks were because he was majestic and royalty should never be questioned. Thorin’s scent was quite normal.
“But then how come we’ve never noticed?” The scribe asked, having summarised all the previously listed things in his head and figuring it didn’t make full sense. His scent wasn’t that of an Omega. Ori knew how an Omega smelled because in the village he grew up they had at least three. He looked over at Gloin who was one of the lucky dwarves to have married, or rather claimed, an Omega for himself. Gloin looked just as puzzled.
“It’s Gandalf with his magic and witchcraft.” Balin explained. He decided that now the secret was out he might as well inform the company or risk the journey being ended right then and there. Travelling with an Omega was sinful amongst dwarves. It was a huge risk none of them was allowed to take. Yet Balin had taken it willingly because he’d known Thorin all along and knew of his history. How could he deny a friend his dearest wish?
“Why do you think he insisted for the wizard to come along in the first place? Gandalf’s not suited to defeat a dragon. Not by far. Neither is he a champion when it comes to defeating orcs. But he does own a great spell that can filter away the typical Omega scent. Do you dwarves honestly think Thorin would have made it this far if everyone knew he’s an Omega?”
“An Omega is fit to be king.” Kíli piped in. It was clear by the look on his face that he didn’t fancy the thought of his strong uncle to be an Omega instead of an Alpha like he’d always presumed. It didn’t make sense to the young dwarf and he refused to believe it.
“An Omega is NOT fit to be a king.” Bombur said, finally mingling in the conversation while eyeing Dori. The latter added “Bombur’s right. Omega’s are precious, especially after the fall of our realm. We’re risking a royal one at this too.”
Kíli was vehemently shaking his head in denial and tried to stop the words of the others from reaching his ears by covering them with his hands. But Fíli caught them and lowered them so he had to listen.
It was Balin who spoke next. “Why do you think Dís didn’t get the title of prince or heir to the throne? He skipped it because it was already widely known he was an Omega. He allowed his brothers to call him princess and to address him as their sister. Only Omega dwarves can produce offspring and they’re cherished for it. They’re not allowed to fight and it’s thought to be too risky to have them rule. Not on their own anyway.”
“But uncle Thorin….” Kíli tried.
“Your uncle was a late bloomer.” Balin continued. “When he hit his first heat we had to tear Frerin off of him or he would have been claimed now. I remember Thráin calling for help from a wizard. It’s how the Durins met Gandalf who happened to pass by. He helped cover up Thorin’s true state and in the end it’s been his blessing. If the others knew he’s an Omega he would not be allowed to fight, he wouldn’t have been allowed this quest by his people and as a result he’d never get the chance to redeem himself.”
“He could if he’d just sit back and have babies.” Dori stroked his beard as he made this statement. It was the general thought after all.
“Aye.” Kíli said loudly, raising his pint.
Instead of attacking Dori, Balin focused solely on the youngest heir and towered over him. “And to what royalty would they belong? To a nation without a kingdom and a kingdom without a throne? Really, what would your uncle be offering them?”
“A good fuck?”
“Dwalin!” Balin’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the dwarf who had silently been watching the group as they discussed this delicate matter. The bald dwarf stood at the edge of the room with his arms folded in front of his chest and huffed, then looked away.
“You’re right. Claiming Erebor has always been his dearest wish. It’s his way to justify wrongs of the past and to make his ancestors proud. He’d make a good king.” Fíli said, eyes soft as he spoke.
“So what do we do now that we all know?” Ori dared ask.
Fíli took a deep breath and stroked his beard in thought. It seemed like all dwarves were watching him and waited for him to come up with a solution. “We’ll continue, of course. We’re this close to reaching the city. We can’t let him down because we found out his secret.”
Balin let out a sigh. The looks in the eyes of the company told him old manners had won and if he wanted to help Thorin fulfill his wish he would have to give in and give the company what they want. “No, Fíli’s right. And as the Alpha heir we should follow his lead.”
“Thank you.” Fíli nodded gratefully.
“This does mean, Fíli, that we will follow you at your every command though. Now that we know about Thorin we can’t risk to let him lose himself in Alpha behaviour.” Balin clarified.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The heir frowned and heard Kíli shift uncomfortably at his side.
“It means once Erebor is ours we don’t just want our share of the gold.” Dori gruffly said from his seat by the fire. “We want you to be our king. Rule Erebor for us. You’re the Alpha, not Thorin. Thorin needs to be locked up and cherished like the pretty Omega he is. From now on you will be our king.”
Fíli thought about this long and hard. It didn’t seem fair to him that after all his uncle’s hard work and effort he was just swept aside because of his sexuality. Being an Omega didn’t seem enough to justify how the other dwarves suddenly wanted to follow the heir’s lead, but Fíli felt a sharp tug deep inside his stomach that made him aware of how delectable the thought of ruling next to his uncle’s side was. To have Thorin safely hidden away in a dark room deep within the mountain’s heart, covered with jewels and gems, carrying his babies, was enough to drive the young dwarf hard with desire. He looked aside to find the dark, penetrating gaze of his brother. Kíli must be thinking just the same. Maybe there was hope for the line of Durin after all.
“All right. If this be thy wish it will be done. But we mustn’t let Thorin know yet. Let him belief he’s still in charge and let him believe this is all his doing. I don’t want his heart broken by seeing his dearest wish fulfilled because of my orders. Let Thorin live the Alpha-dream for as long as Erebor isn’t ours yet. Once it is reclaimed Thorin will carry on the line and if we’re lucky he’ll give birth to many more Alphas and Omegas.”
The dwarves nodded and all said an ‘aye’ in consent. With a content smile Fíli lowered his hands and turned to face his brother who sat brooding next to the fire. His dark eyes shone with lust and desire.
“Kíli,” Fíli whispered, “You’ve heard what they said. You’ve heard what I said. Do you approve?”
“Oh yes, brother, I do. But it isn’t just that. It’s just… I’ve always thought uncle would be our king. That he couldn’t produce, you know? And I’d always hoped that either you or me would have been an Omega. Not that I would have wanted to miss this trip for the world! Not at all. But I mean, then we could have been together legally. You know what they think of family being together. It’s only allowed when it’s to keep the line pure, Alpha and Omegas. But two Alphas and two brothers at that.”
Fíli moved closer to his brother so their shoulders touched and bowed his head to him, then whispered in his brother’s ear. “Kíli, I promised you long ago that we’d be together. One way or another. Think of the possibilities we have now. With uncle being an Omega we can make him our ‘princess’. He’ll be our consort. We can fuck the living daylight out of him whenever we want and no one will look at us oddly if we be caught together in the same room,” he purred “naked.” Fíli gently squeezed his brother’s hand who then looked up to smile at him. Hope was flooding the younger dwarf’s eyes.
“You think so, Fee?”
Fíli nodded.
“I hope you’re right. I-I’m scared. What if uncle’s going to be mad at us?”
“Oh, he will be. Trust me. He’ll be enraged.”
“Fíli, what if it isn’t the same as, you know, banging you?” Kíli bit his lip as he awaited Fíli’s reply.
“I may hope it won’t be the same.” The blond dwarf laughed heartily. “Kíli, don’t worry so. Omega’s have this very distinct scent that will drive you mad with desire the moment they enter their heat. I imagine uncle’s scent is suppressed now because of the wizard but once Erebor is ours and Gandalf is away you shall get to smell our sweet uncle as he blossoms. And then we go in and pick that flower, plunder his glory hole, tie him to the bed till we get tired. He’ll have nowhere to go, nothing to do to stop us and you- oh, you, sweet Kíli- will not have any worries whatsoever because once that scent hits you it will be unlike any lovemaking you might ever have done.”
“Sounds a bit scary to me if you ask me.”
“Wait till you claim that body, wait till you knot uncle’s sweet arse and fill it with all of your juices. Wait till you see his body swell with little dwarves. Our dwarrows. Our babies.”
Kíli obviously was getting excited at the imagery. “Ungh- brother. You’re making me hard like a rock. Is it even possible for two Alphas to mate with one Omega?”
“Of course, we’ll just have to make sure we claim him together, knot him at the same time. It’s going to be a bit of a circus act but we’ll get it done.” Fíli gently wiped the hairs out of Kíli’s face. “I love you, Kee.”
“I love you too, Fee.” Kíli mumbled before their lips touched in a sweet kiss. Once the blond brother pulled away they kept staring into each other’s lust-clouded eyes.
“It’ll be perfectly legit for the two of you to combine the claiming.” A voice suddenly said. The young dwarves looked shocked over their shoulders to see Bofur standing there with a smile on his face. “Aye, sorry I overheard you two. But listen, If you want to know the best way to claim your uncle you’d best ask Balin. He’s got books on these things.”
Kíli snorted. “Books.” And rolled his eyes. Bofur ignored him and continued.
“Aye, but more importantly you’re the last two heirs of the house of Durin. Omegas are rare among dwarves nowadays. And Thorin is your uncle…er… aunt… well, your kin. He might be older but he can carry your next of kin so it’s perfectly legitimate for two heirs to mate the same carrier of their offspring. I wouldn’t worry so much if I were you, lads.”
“We weren’t.”
A blatant lie. But Kíli was slightly agitated that Bofur had interrupted what should have been their private conversation. As well as that look in Bofur’s eyes. In unnerved him.
“Ah well,” Bofur eyed them, “Before I leave you two to yourselves I was wanting to ask you a favour.”
“What is it?” The youngest dwarf snarled at him.
“Ah well…” Bofur cleared his throat in a way that made both dwarves anxious. “If you- well, that is to say.”
“Yes?” Kíli was starting to get impatient.
“I don’t mind the gold so much so I wanted to retract my offer. Or well, change it so to say. I’ll still come along and help you get back Erebor. But instead of gold I’d very much like your first-born Omega.”
The two brothers stared at him blankly. “You want what?”
“I know it’s an odd request but I’ve always been a bit of a family man. Or well, I’d like to be. Ever since I’ve been a wee dwarf I’ve fantasized about having my own family and there’s so few Omega dwarves still around. You know, it’s what got me into making toys. To see all these Men with their Omega’s – they’re called women I believe- and their children. I want that too. I’ve always wanted it. And I was thinking, since you’re like…. my best friends and good-looking too I was wondering, if you got an Omega in your nest could you perhaps raise her a bit to be like, well, like that she will wear dresses and nice long braids and then, you know, when she goes into her first heat have her be given to me?”
“I can’t believe you’re implying-”
Fíli held Kíli back and calmly spoke. “So you’ll be a total stranger in her life?”
“No, no, of course not. I can make her toys when she’s a child and make her anything she dreams of as she grows up.”
Before Kíli could protest Fíli stood up and noded. “It’s a deal.”
“Fee?”
“Hush, Kíli. It’ll be okay.” He reassured his brother, then turned back to face the toy-maker. “It’s a deal, Bofur. But only because I like you and think you’d be a wonderful Alpha to any Omega.”
Bofur left with a smile which made him look like a fool. Some of the dwarves commented on it and didn’t notice how Fíli and Kíli slipped away to their own room for the night.
The journey continued four days later when Thorin was still his grumpy, itchy self and the others were doing their best to act as if they didn’t know his secret. The city was reached, the dragon slain and the throne in Durin’s hands.
Specific ones at that: I'd like to try my hand at an Alpha/Beta/Omega ficlet. But all other suggestions would be great too so long as it'd involve any of these characters:
Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Azog, Thranduil, Bilbo, Dean O'Gorman, Aidan Turner, Richard Armitage, Smaug. I'm looking for Durincest and any Durincest combination initially but not necessarily. I don't mind genderswap. mpreg and all those things you can think of. So.... anyone game?
Child of Captivity (Complete) - Fíli/Kíli, Mpreg. Angst.
After suffering from Writer's block for quite a while I finally started writing again. So here's "Child of Captivity" The story as a whole as I have it, unbeta'd. I do hope you can enjoy it.
Read it on AO3 Here
Summary: Inspired by prompt: Kili gives birth while they're imprisoned by the elves (or orcs if you want to go dark) and is terrified out of their mind that his child is going to be taken from him. This is Kíli x Fíli, dark, angsty, with incest being forbidden so there's trouble ahead.
Child of Captivity
MissGoodPage
Summary:
Kíli gives birth to a son whilst imprisoned in Mirkwood.
Chapter 1: Mirkwood Birth
Kíli shivered. His brown eyes dilated as his body convulsed. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not here and not now.
No, No, No.
The thoughts sounded in his head, then became a mantra and before he knew it he was whispering the words into the thin air. It became hard to breathe and he grasped blindly at the stone walls behind him, and kicked his feet against the iron bars of his cell.
Sweat started to pour down his face and tears formed in his eyes. His whole body was trembling as shock after shock waved through his tummy and it felt as if his body was about to be torn apart.
No, for the sake of Durin, no.
Luckily he had the mind to unbuckle his belt and to slide the trousers down his trembling legs. They were wet, he realized, covered in blood, and he weakly kicked them aside before he fell back on his back and gritted his teeth in agony.
The bars offered an open view and if any of the elves would come now they’d spot him there, naked, body trembling and voice hoarse of agonizing screams as he clawed his hands at the dirt of the ground. Blood covered his thighs and started to pool in between his legs but he couldn’t care less.
Though he wished no one would find him like this.
His eyes closed firmly in pain and he arched his back. ‘Not yet,’ he thought, ‘it’s too soon.’ But he wanted to push and squeeze the little rascal out of his body for it just hurt to keep him in.
In the darkness he could hear the imaginative whisper of his brother, shushing him and telling him that all would be all right and if he could just keep strong. And he tried. He really, really tried, but in the end he cursed his brother loudly for his predicament and pushed, pushed much too soon.
His body tore and he yelled, but he pushed again for he knew that dwarves were made to do this, that they survived births like these and that he could do this too. With or without help.
The moment seemed to last his entire life, but after hours of clawing at the stones, pushing and crying in the dark another new cry mixed with his own and he knew that he had succeeded. The tiny body had slipped away with one final push, out of his body and onto the cold stone floor, into a puddle of blood.
He tried his best to reach over for the babe and found his eyes grow wide when he realized the umbilical cord was wrapped round the dwarfling’s throat and he instantly snatched at it and unwrapped it before cradling the baby in his arms. The cord hadn’t been around him that tight, and the youngling was all right but still the fear of losing the child was fresh in Kíli’s mind and he coddled the child and kissed the baby’s head as he pressed him close to his chest.
“You’re safe now,” he said, still lying on his back, “you’re all right.”
His brown eyes widened when he for the first time realized that this was his child he was holding, his baby, and how beautiful the child actually was. With a tuft of blond hair on top of his head and bright blue eyes, there could be no mistaking who the other parent was.
“So much like him.” Kíli muttered, and kissed the child again.
The dwarf felt tired. His muscles ached and his body was sore. Yet the leaking hadn’t stopped and violent tremors followed before his body discarded of the placenta. He helped the child up in his hands and looked around, but finding nothing sharp – for the elves had taken all their weapons- he saw no other alternative and used his teeth to bite the umbilical cord, then used his own clasps of his cloak to stop the bleeding of the baby’s navel.
At this point Kíli should have had no energy left, and he felt that way as he lay like a heap of bones in his cell, legs still exposed, blood and placenta covering the dirty floor, and a beautiful, gorgeous dwarfling on his chest. But then the baby started to cry, loudly, and his body reacted almost instantly. The energy returned to him and he lazily tugged at his shirt, undoing it because the baby demanded it of him. And soon he was feeding the child.
Hours later, when the guard passed by, Kíli was seated in a corner of the cell with the baby tucked underneath his shirt, pressed against his chest, half-asleep but safely held by the dwarf in a manner he couldn’t suffocate but was still shielded from the elf’s eyes. The blood had dried upon the dirt but wasn’t very visible in the dim light. The placenta was half-buried at the other corner of the cell for Kíli found no strength to hide it any better or dig any further. He was tired and had used his last strength to dress in his blood-stained trousers. And now he sat, asleep, with the baby pressing his tiny face against his chest.
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Lilting voices roused the dwarf and he opened his eyes in shock. Kíli was instantly alarmed when the voices came closer to his cell and he could distinguish the Elven King. Their words were foreign but he knew all too well that even with their kind tone of voice the elves were up to no good and would probably be out and about to get their latest victim for torture.
No, he couldn’t think like that. And panic filled his whole being as the baby in his arms started to squirm.
He looked down at the child who had been peacefully asleep and was half set on killing the elves for disturbing the young dwarf’s sleep. But the other half of his mind was screaming at him. What if they would find the child? They had separated him from his friends. They had separated him from his brother.
They had deliberately separated him from his lover.
If they found the child would they take it away too? The thought of the baby being ripped out of his arms and thrown into another cell made him cry. Lonely, on the cold floor, with no chance to survive. They couldn’t be so ruthless, could they?
But yes, somewhere deep in the back of Kíli’s mind he could hear a voice saying they could be. A voice that told him the elves were indeed as ruthless as that and if they saw the baby they would take him away for sure. They would keep them for themselves, the voice said, and anger and rage filled Kíli’s chest.
And then he froze.
The baby cried.
Chapter 2: Pain has Gone
Summary:
The Elves come and Kíli fears they'll take the child.
“Oh, hush, no, no, sweetheart, don’t do that, don’t let them know you’re here.” He whispered in all honesty and all desperation but the child would not become still. Instead, the baby cried even louder. “No, little lad, please.”
But it was too late. Outside his cell the voice of the guards rose from a mumble to loud orders and though he could not understand their language he knew what they must be saying.
“There’s a baby around. Quickly, go find him.”
And they did. Within moments of time the guards were in front of Kíli’s cell, eyeing him through the bars though he did not spare them a single glance. He was far too busy trying to shush the baby but he failed. Tears sprung in his eyes as he realized why the little fellow was crying so. The door was unlocked and the King himself stepped gracefully into the cell, but Kíli paid them no heed and tugged down his shirt so the child could drink.
“A dwarf who has given birth.” Thranduil said, taking quick notice of his surroundings. His light eyes darted from one corner of the cell to the dried puddle of blood and then to the dwarf and his child. “It is rare.”
“Yeah, well, it’s even rarer it happened in a cell.” Kíli spat. He held the child’s head protectively with his hand, arms crossed as the baby kept sucking hungrily.
It was clear by the way he was radiating danger that he would fight tooth and nail to protect his baby, if necessary. Thranduil took a step back from him, feeling like he had invaded a nest of swans.
“That is indeed a commendable achievement.” The elf said, not showing emotions of any kind. “I will add it to my list.”
“Do so,” Kíli hissed, “Do so and leave us in peace.”
The king stood in silence for a while with two of his guards who had now joined him by his side. They watched as the baby was being fed. Kíli did his best to ignore them, fear for losing his baby gripping his heart but he wasn’t willing to show that. Besides, his attention was fully on the child now and he could not focus on anything else. His thumb gently stroked the baby’s cheek as the baby slurped Kíli’s milk.
“This is disturbing.” Thranduil finally said, making a silent sign with his right hand and tracing slender fingers through the air to hint something Kíli couldn’t and didn’t understand at his guards. “I have always known dwarves could reproduce in this unethical way, but to see it happen in my home is alarming. Tell me, boy, how long gone were you when you came here?”
Kíli, annoyed but too tired to fight, huffed. He was mustering all his strength, saving all his power, in the likely case he had to defend the baby in his arms. “Nine months.” He said, a sigh escaping his lips. “I already knew when we set out on our quest.”
“And your quest is leading you where?”
Thranduil’s sly method of questioning was paying off, for Kíli was too scared of losing the babe and he knew he would give in.
“If I tell you will I keep my baby?” He asked, big brown eyes gawking at the elf.
“Better. If you tell me you and your baby will be reunited with the father.”
Kíli bit his lip. Perhaps the elves were not so ruthless after all.
“Erebor.” He said, with a nod and a final sigh. He closed his eyes and held the child to his chest. With a loud pop the baby let go of Kíli’s nipple and started to make yawning noises.
“We’re on our way to reclaim our home. To have a place to stay. For us. For my family.”
Thranduil gave a nod and the guards behind him left the cell.
Almost seconds later Fíli was thrown inside, straight on top of Kíli, and had hardly crawled on hands and knees when one of the elves yanked the baby from Kíli’s arms and took the child away. They closed the door behind them, the bars still allowing them view of the elves as they locked the cell and smirked, then took the baby away.
The moment had happened too fast for Kíli to give a proper fight but he managed to throw his brother off of him and make it to the bars of his cell. Tears had sprung in his eyes but above all there was rage inside of him.
The dark-haired dwarf cried and cried and screamed and shouted while his arms moved between the bars and he grabbed and reached. But it was all to no avail. The baby was already far away, carried in the arms on an unknown elf, crying for his parents. The sound, disturbing, shook the blond dwarf who had rolled onto the floor and now sat on hands and knees, realising what it meant he heard.
Kíli’s screams turned into heavy sobs as he slunk against the bars and let his forehead rest against the coolness of the metal.
Behind him Fíli finally found his voice. He had been too stunned to talk. But when he did his voice was layered with grief. “Kíli,” He said, but his brother only shook and cried. “Did they just… did they took…. Was that our…?”
“Our child.” Kíli sniffed, “Yes.” Then sobbed even louder as he clutched the bars between his arms and banged his head against them. “They took our son.”
Fíli was behind him in an instant and he wrapped his arms around the younger sibling’s waist, hugging him close.
“When did you?” he started to ask, but couldn’t finish any of his sentences for he had too many questions and also too many emotions to ask them straight. “How could I not have noticed? Kíli, oh, Kíli, did you give birth here all alone? Or did they help you? Kíli, why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have noticed?”
Kíli’s choked voice sounded dull and tired as he answered his brother. He wanted to comfort Fíli, for he knew his older brother had been blissfully unaware and was now probably blaming himself for the outcome. He should have told him. He should have shared such important news.
“Because I knew you would not allow me to come along.” He said, voice bitter. “You would not have approved. And the thought of being without you would tear me apart. No, Fíli, they did not help me with anything. I gave birth here on this vile ground alone. I tried to hide him from their prying eyes. And now, now they took him. ”
Fíli shook, his body trembling against Kíli’s in grief and anger. A silent vow to retrieve their son and to punish the vile creatures who took him away from his rightful parents was made by the blond heir of Durin. But their moment cuddled together didn’t last long for Kíli collapsed in Fíli’s arms.
The older dwarf was crying against Kíli’s back, arms locked around his brother’s waist, hands feeling the belly that had hold their son not too long before, and silent curses of his own stupidity filled the room. “I’m sorry,” Fíli’s muffled words sounded against Kíli’s back. “Had I known it would not have come to this. I would have protected you. I would have protected you both.”
But he could feel Kíli lose consciousness and gently placed him on the floor.
“Kíli?” He asked, and patted the boy. Fíli repeated his name several times, then pressed the back of his hand against Kíli’s forehead and let out a loud shout.
“Thranduil! Thranduil! Anyone? He’s dying!”
Chapter 3: Child of Exile
Summary:
Unfortunately incest is taboo, as Kíli will find out the hard way.
The sight he came to was that of the burglar smiling down at him. Bofur was by the burglar’s side and carried a similar expression as the hobbit did. “He has come round.” Bilbo said, taking a step back. “Let the others see him.”
Kíli felt oddly empty and pressed his hands against his tummy. It felt…flat. Too flat. Too thin. Too empty, and tears sprung to his eyes as memories flooded back to him.
“The baby!” It was the first thing he could say. “The baby. Fíli?”
“Here brother.” Kíli could feel someone take his hand and turned his head to look into the smiling eyes of Fíli. He seemed relieved to be holding his hand. Almost instantaneously the baby dwarf was set on Kíli’s stomach and he oomphed before he laughed and hugged the child close. “Son.”
“Not too tight,” Fíli warned him, vaguely aware of how Kíli had been with teddies and pets when they had been kids at home. The younger sibling obliged and held the child tenderly to his chest.
“Where are we? What happened?” Kíli asked. His eyes, big and full of questions, turned to his brother. He longed for Fíli to lean in so he could plant a kiss on his lips. But somehow Fíli kept his distance, making the boy frown in irritation.
“You made a lucky escape.” Gandalf said, joining the dwarf by the side of his makeshift bed. It was only now that Kíli realised they were out in the open. The others probably had made a camp.
He was placed on an especially squishy bed.
“You tell him.” The wizard said, urging Fíli to take the word.
“You passed out in Thranduil’s dungeon,” he said, seeing Kíli spit at the mentioning of the elf’s name. A warm hand was placed on top of his head, a thumb rubbing his forehead affectionately as Fíli tried to calm his brother. Kíli would have none of it and with one hand grabbed Fíli’s to bring it to his lips. He tried to kiss the knuckles but Fíli pulled his hand away.
Now that was odd.
Kíli frowned and hugged the baby close to his chest. The dwarfling made a sound of pleasure and with one tiny fist managed to clutch some of Kíli’s shirt. Tender eyes set on the child as the whole company felt affected by the display of emotions and the happiness of both parent and child.
“For a moment I was afraid I would lose you, brother. D-don’t ever do that to me again.” Fíli’s voice was stuck inside his throat and tears were escaping his eyes. But Thorin had joined the company round Kíli’s bed – though Kíli expected all other dwarves must be gathered somewhere around them and listening but he couldn’t see them all. Thorin nudged Fíli, willing him to continue.
“Never before had I been so relieved to see an elf or to hear the soft sounds of the baby.” Fíli hesitated here as he glanced down at said child.
“Our baby.” He said, and Kíli tapped the baby’s butt playfully at his brother’s words as if to show ‘yes, this is indeed our baby’.
“The elves had taken him away, Kíli, to check if he was healthy. But they returned when they heard my cries and they collected you. They took you away. Said you had some nasty fever and that you would die. But you didn’t. They saved you. And Bilbo saved us. And we managed to break into your room and take you with us. We escaped.” He whispered.
“Then why aren’t you touching me?” Kíli looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Why aren’t you hugging me and our child close to your heart and kiss the pain away?”
Fíli let out a choked sob.
“Because, Kíli, I can’t.”
Kíli’s eyes opened wide. What was this nonsense? Had his brother not always loved him? Was not their child proof of this?
“No, he’s right.” It was Thorin’s low voice that boomed to him and the boy tried to sit up. He found that he had little pains and that moving was all easier than he had expected. He threw the blanket off that had been placed on him and with the child on one arm threatened to stand up. But he was pushed down. By Gandalf nonetheless.
“Sit.” The wizard’s dark voice came.
“Boy, you must understand that you’re third in line for the throne of Erebor, that you’re an heir, that you’re royalty. You’re still young and foolish.” Thorin spoke, looking everywhere but at his nephew. Kíli could see it, he noticed that Thorin’s actions were out of…..shame? It pained him and the heart in his chest. “And that is why we have decided to allow you to live.”
Wait, Kíli’s eyes grew wide. They had decided to let him live. Was there a question of him being sentenced to death?
“All be it in exile. We will tell no one and you’d be wise to do the same.”
Kíli’s jaw dropped at this.
“Uncle, I don’t understand.”
“You clearly are fit to bear a child. But you bore the one of your brother. Such relationships are forbidden, they are unheard of. As the second heir to the throne of Durin and as the carrier of this vile, wicked child it will be you that will receive the punishment.” Thorin still refused to lock eyes with the nephew he was condemning.
“Uncle, the child is not vile and wicked.” Helpless eyes turned on Fíli, “Tell him.”
But Fíli said nought and was biting the inside of his cheek while Thorin continued to talk and try and make his young nephew understand.
“Incest is a crime punishable by death. Your brother will go free. There’s nothing of him to prove he’s been part of this deed. Plus he is first in line of the throne. You are marked. Your body has been stretched by child, and had we not,” he had trouble saying the next word, “loved you so you would have been sentenced to death. You and that spawn of yours. But as it is we will grant you your life. Many humans will be unaware of our customs so if you’ll choose to live in a city of men you will find little harassment. But keep in mind that they too punish relationships within families by death so you’d be wise not to mention your past.”
“And pass as a male, Kíli. It shouldn’t be hard to convince them. But let them believe there are dwarf women. A man giving birth among other races is unheard of.” Dori added, having stepped in front of Thorin.
“Don’t let them catch you feed the child like that. It’s viewed as odd by anyone other than dwarves.” Balin said, gently patting Kíli’s shoulder.
“And good luck.” Dwalin said, handing Kíli his already packed bag.
The dwarf was once again in pieces as his predicament settled in his mind and the meaning of all the words he had heard became clear. He was exiled, kicked away from his family. And that was supposed to be a kindness? They sent him to a city of men instead of to his death?
He could hardly see through the tears in his eyes but somewhere among the dwarves in front of him he could distinguish golden braids and knew it must be his brother. “Will you not speak?” He sobbed, finally allowed to stand up from his makeshift bed.
He made his way over to Fíli but was stopped before he could reach him. It was that blasted wizard with his cane again, blocking him by pointing the stick at his waist. Kíli repositioned the child on his arm. Their son had grown incredibly quiet.
“He is yours too, you know?” Kíli suddenly shouted. “He’s yours too!”
The desperation sounded in his voice and Fíli turned away from him to hide the fresh tears in his eyes. So he was affected, Kíli thought with bitter joy. He’d make sure to leave a lasting impression before he would be forced to leave his brother’s side.
“You knew all along.” It wasn’t Fíli’s reply but it was the voice of one of the other dwarves: Nori. “You knew all along it was wrong. It’s a sin. And yet you encouraged him to continue. Now please, go.”
But Kíli wasn’t done yet. He could take the blame, he could be the black sheep and spare his brother shame, he could do all of it. But he couldn’t fathom why his brother seemed so cold and distant.
“Will you not even look at him? Will you not kiss him goodbye as I go? No?” Fíli’s lack of movement and silence of words was the only reply to his young sibling. Kíli blinked the tears from his eyes. He composed himself and growled at the blond dwarf he had called brother. “Then so be it.” He turned to Thorin instead now. The stubborn King was naturally looking in the opposite direction as well.
“Uncle, I wish for you to kill me. Without Fíli I cannot live.”
The man stirred. “Don’t be stupid, rascal.” Thorin snarled. “Death is denied to you. You will not waste any more of our time. Leave.”
Kíli’s brown eyes grew fierce as he looked round the company one last time, seeing a variation of faces and expressions all from sad to repenting, but also one or two of disgust. He hopped the child on his arm, then drew him close, protectively. He could feel the baby was holding his breath somehow, and wondered if he was aware of what was going on.
“I was going to call him after you, Thorin.” He growled at his uncle. “Or after your brother, but I won’t do so now. This child will carry a proud name. A proud dwarven name. And he will grow up to shine. But none of you will ever see his rays of light for you cast him out of your lives and into the shadow. That’s the regret you will have to live with.”
“Boy,” came Thorin’s bark as a reply. He had not called him nephew or Kíli since the birth, Kíli noticed. He’d been completely and utterly disgraced and estranged from his family and hung his head in shame. “I care not about your choice of names. Now leave before I change my mind and decide to have all three of your heads cut off.”
Kíli’s head snapped up. His dark eyes finally locked with Fíli’s and he could feel sadness grip his heart. The heir of Durin looked crestfallen. His blue eyes were glazed and dull, his hand twitching to reach for the boy and the babe he wanted to claim as his own. But the worst of it all was that he did absolutely nothing. He said nothing, made no move or attempt to console his brother or stand up for him. And though Kíli was vaguely aware of how strict his brother had been when it had come to their rules and etiquettes, and how important the fate of their folk and the approval of their family and minions had been for him he now just wished Fíli would cast all responsibilities aside and fight for what truly mattered. Them, together. All three of them. As a family.
There was a final nod as Kíli accepted his fate. And perhaps, he thought somewhere deep in his mind, it was for the better this way. A baby wasn’t supposed to be part of a quest to reclaim a fallen kingdom and battle a fearsome dragon. Perhaps, he told himself, that was why Fíli was so silent and offered no help. Kíli liked to think his brother wanted them safe, parent and child. And perhaps he would come looking for him after Erebor was conquered. Though Kíli knew now that it would never be their home. It might just be false hope, but how else could he explain Fíli’s behaviour as he was sent away with a child only a day old.
Heavy footsteps shaped the mud. He was nothing but a silhouette of a hunched figure, wearing his blue cloak like shield.
As Kíli walked away he could feel his heart scream for his brother.
Perhaps almost as loud as the cries of the child in his arms.
Chapter 4: Child of Durin
Summary:
Kíli's now living in a town of Men, but has never lost faith. Fíli will come for him, he just KNOWS it. Until then, he and the dwarfling can manage, they have to, right?
The dawn found a young dwarf and his son in the meadow. The dark-haired boy was gently caressing the dwarfling’s cheek as the baby made bubbling noises. “Hey little fellow,” Kíli said with a smile, his finger tracing the baby’s soft skin.
The little man took his father’s finger in his mouth and started to suck eagerly on it, and Kíli could not help but laugh as he tried to remove the now vacuumed finger from his baby’s lips. “No, No, Víli, this isn’t a nipple. It won’t give you any drink.” The child let go and Kíli hugged him close.
With his head resting against the baby’s, he glanced at the village ahead of them.
This had become a ritual. Each morning he would take the child with him into the meadow and sit down on a rock to watch the sunrise. Each time he’d imagine Fíli to be there with him, to sit by his side and tell him it would all be all right. Kíli would tell tales to their son. Stories about the bravery of the ancient dwarves, memories of time spent with his brother, fairy tales that included their little family meeting a happy end. He told them all to Víli before taking the boy back into the stinking town of Men which now had become their home. They owned a room above the shops. It was just one small room, but it was all Kíli could afford and it was enough.
“I miss him.” Kíli’s whisper was caught by the soft breeze and carried away.
The town, filled with human beings, always carried the scent of Mankind and their sweat and blood. Kíli was looked upon, served last in shops, avoided in conversation and told more than once to be lucky to have been offered a job in one of the many forges the town counted. He was lucky, there was no denying. Things could have ended far worse for him and the child.
He knew his craftsmanship was fine, better even than that of all the other smiths in town, but still he was paid a lower wage than the Men at the workplace. He knew he was being discriminated. He knew he was handled unequally and unkind by his colleagues but he didn’t feel the need to fight back.
In a way he was scared of losing the home he had for his son, of being outcast again, of having the attention on him and being the focus of the other Men. What if they found out about his ability to bear a child? And that the baby was his brother’s too? What if they discovered the truth?
Many a time he had sat down and tried to write his mother a letter. He wanted to explain things to her, make her feel proud for having a grandson, but he could not.
No words took away Thorin’s bitter reproach and nothing he wrote down would take away that nagging feeling his mother would abandon him like the rest of them had.
Perhaps it was better if she did not know.
He looked at Víli. The child was finally smiling again.
Throughout their journey the child had not smiled, only cried for food and for his father. It had pained Kíli that he could understand his son’s longing so. They both wanted their family to be complete.
Alas, it was not. Only after they had arrived in the town and had settled in their small room above the shops did Víli smile. It was a small smile, hardly visible, and it had come after Kíli had fallen onto the bed with the child nestled on his chest. He was relieved that they had found shelter.
“We have a bed, we’ll have some proper food. In fact, Víli, I think we almost have us a home.” And Víli had actually smiled for the first time since they had left Fíli behind.
And now he smiled again, and it gave Kíli courage. He would have to be at work soon and as always Víli would be with him in the smithy. There was a kind lady who had offered to look after him for a coin a day, but that was too expensive and besides, Kíli couldn’t bear so much time away from his son. The child needed to be fed, something Kíli managed to do in secret during the breaks or whenever the others weren’t looking and he could slip into a secluded corner of the shop.
Mind you, the Men didn’t pay him much attention, so feeding Víli was really easy to do without being caught.
Though he would be chided afterwards for having spent time with ‘the little bugger’ but he was really thankful that his employer had at least some heart. He had explained to the man that he was a single parent with no relatives and that he couldn’t let the baby, the only piece of his lover alive, die. His boss had snorted, “such an ugly creature”, made some vile comments, “only good for pooping and pissing over the place”, tried to twist his way around having a baby at the working place but finally relented. And so far Víli had been a formidable child. He hardly cried. Though the environment was anything but healthy for the babe he behaved well and Kíli kept bringing him. He had no other options.
“You’ll be a good boy today, Víli.” Kíli told his son as he rose with the child in his arms. “Mr Thackery has threatened to throw us both out if you cry again today. He’s very patient for a Man and we can’t stretch his hospitality any further.” He nuzzled his baby’s nose.
“Will you promise not to cry loudly?” The boy said nothing, as he could not speak yet, but big blue eyes gazed up into his own and Kíli could feel his heart melt. “That’s a good lad.” He kissed Víli’s forehead and set pace for the town.
The sun was rising. With each step he took Víli grew more and more silent. And then he was glancing down at the little lad to see what had taken the baby’s interest. “You don’t have to be silent now, love. Just when we’re in the smithy.” He cooed, afraid that the silence would only last till they reached the shop and they would be kicked out for Víli bawling his eyes out.
“Which smithy would that be?”
Kíli froze.
He knew that voice. And apparently Víli recognised the voice too for the dwarfling squeaked in joy. When Kíli turned he thought he had lost his sanity for there, in front of him, stood his brother.
Truth to be told he looked worse for wear. His clothing was ragged, his face besmirched, but his blue eyes sparkled with joy and love. He looked like a beggar in love.
“Fíli?”
“Kee, I’m sorry I can’t keep this long. You are, Oh my, you two are grown so much.” Fíli’s choked voice reached Kíli’s ears like music and the younger brother tried to hug the older.
Kíli’s arm reached for Fíli’s chest but his hand grabbed right through him. He gasped and Víli, cradled on his left arm, started to cry softly. The little lad opened his eyes during crying though, and it was as if he knew how important it was to suck up the image of his father. It was as if crying with his eyes closed was fatal and every moment with him counted. Kíli noticed but only subconsciously. He was too frustrated and distressed by his hand slipping through Fíli as if he were but a ghost. “Why can’t I touch you?” He cried.
Fíli shrugged, sadly, guilt-eaten.
“It’s Gandalf’s doing this. He knows of my heartbreak the moment you and our little one were cast out. It’s magic, Kee, and it’s taking up a whole lot of his energy so I can’t be long. I just,” His voice broke, “ I just wanted to check in on you. See if you and our baby son were all right.” His blue eyes softened and Kíli could read the grief in them. It made him even more bold in his actions.
“Never better,” Kíli joked, then realized that it could not cover up for the painful truth and his smile dwindled. “Oh, I almost forgot….. this is Víli. Fíli, meet your son.” He hopped the baby on his arm and looked from Víli to his brother to see the admiration and love in his eyes. Víli had grown quiet again, only sobbing with soft gasps, and tried to curl his little hands in Kíli’s vest. His large blue eyes were focused upon Fíli though and would not leave him.
Fíli laughed. “You named him after me?” His grin expanded and he folded his arms in front of his chest then cocked his head just like in the good old days. “How silly, bro.”
“Not you. Víli, with a ‘V’. It stands for desire, because I wanted him, and protection, and all heroic stuff your name seems to lack.” Kíli grinned. They were teasing each other again like they should and for a moment it was as if Fíli was truly here and nothing had changed between them.
But Fíli was silent though, musing. “I like it, Kíli.” His blue eyes were unfocused as he thought before they snapped back to little Víli and he smiled once more. “I like it a lot.” Fíli turned his eyes back to Kíli with an expression that was grave and solemn. “Now you take good care of Ví.”
“I am. Fee, when will you be back?” Kíli rambled for he didn’t know how much time was given to them. He did know the importance of telling Fíli where to find them so his brother could come looking for them once their quest was done. “I’m in Húlwood, a tiny town north of Lake-town. So tiny it isn’t even on any map.” He paused, then swallowed. “I need you, Fíli. We both do.”
“I know.” Was all his golden-haired brother could say, “And I asked Gandalf to do this for me because I,” He halted, conflict playing on his face as he knitted his brows and parted his lips. A thought clearly flashed through his mind and words were on the verge of being spoken, but then he swallowed them, shook his head and replaced the words with others that were equally as true.
“I need you too.”
But what he hadn’t dare say, I just wanted to see you one last time before we go into battle, brother, was left unspoken.
And his image faded.
Kíli grasped for his brother one last time and blinked away the tears at the realisation that the link between them was broken.
“Gandalf’s power must have been up.” He grumbled in annoyance. To say he was slightly irritated would have been a huge understatement. Víli was surprisingly quiet and pale and he looked at the little fellow with worry.
“Hey, it’s okay, Ví, daddy will be back for us soon and then we can live happily ever after, just like in the tales I told you. Imagine,” he said, chuckling as if he found himself rather amusing, “there’ll be a day when it’s like he has never left.”
His voice was reduced to a whisper. “There’ll be a day when it’s like we’ve always been together.”
He hugged Víli close and pressed the baby’s head against his cheek. In this manner he carried him back to the town. The meeting with Fíli had brought him in high spirits and restored the hope he slowly had been losing on being reunited (even though he would never admit that he was losing hope for Fíli would ALWAYS find a way back to him).
As he saw the distance to the town diminish he counted the days he had been living in exile. And he started to count the miles to Erebor from their last destination they’d been at together: Mirkwood. And he started to put two and two together and frowned heavily at the grim discovery his brain made but instantly tried to deny.
The journey couldn’t have been THIS long. “If only I had known where my brother’s at.” He pursed his lips as the thoughts consumed him. Surely he should have been in Erebor already, even with delay. Then why had he not heard news of the victory of his kin? They obviously were still alive so that means they must have won, right? Or had they run into unforeseen trouble? But if so who were they fighting? And why was his brother looking worse for wear when he should look like a King. Fíli was the heir of Durin, after all, and Kíli could not imagine Thorin disowning him as well. Then he would have no kin left to rise to the throne in his absence. No, Fíli had been trained and schooled for this and it was illogical that he had left Thorin’s side.
Kíli cast the thoughts aside as he entered the workshop and flashed a smile at his fellow workmen there just because he knew it would annoy them. He placed Víli on one of the working tables, in a self-made cradle, and tucked the blankets to the baby’s chin.
“Now remember what I said, little one, be good.” He kissed his baby’s head and gently brushed a thumb past the child’s cheek. Víli squeaked and started to chew happily on a corner of the blanket. Kíli couldn’t help but to mirror the smile.
“Yes, I’m excited after having seen Daddy too.” With another affectionate touch to the dwarfling’s cheek he turned away to start on today’s chores.
“There’s the ugly gnome again.” One of the Men said, “Hello misfit. Brought yer short midget with ye.” Kíli ignored them and continued to smile.
“How’s the gargoyle doing? You know if he cries we get to throw ye out and beat ye lot to pulp.” One of the other Men said, smirking evilly as he pushed against Kíli in an attempt to gain a reaction from him.
But Kíli was strong and merely turned to flash him a smile. He knew that would aggravate them more than yelling or fighting. All he had to do was remind kind.
“Ye’re useless.” The man said with a snorting sound, yet Kíli continued hammering away like he had.
“He might be ugly to you but he’s most beautiful to me.” The dwarf’s words had the Men roaring with laughter.
“My God, ye need yer eyes punched out, lad.” One of them said. “Ugly set of goblins.”
Needless to say, Kíli was overjoyed when the Men started discussing the town’s women and left him to his craft. Víli cried twice, but he could easily stop the little one and tiptoe into the cupboard next to his working spot to feed him and to shush him.
When just before the end of the day the other men decided to pick on him again he felt like they could do anything to him and he would not break. He had seen Fíli today. He had spoken to him. He had told him where he was and had shown Víli to him. Fíli had looked so proud, and Kíli had felt so proud to see.
Nothing could ruin his day or his spirits.
Not even when Mr Thackery threatened to throttle the child for crying when one of the other Men had slammed a hammer on the table near to his tiny head. The sound had scared him badly and probably hurt his ears. Kíli’s rush to his side wasn’t enough to calm him, it took a while, and of course their employer had to complain about it. But Kíli felt stronger than ever before and when, just before the men would leave for home, one of them pushed him hard enough to fall with his hand on the forge and burn his palm he could not help but laugh with them, silencing their roars of laughter by joining their mockery of him. The Men actually looked ashamed now as they left in silence, not greeting him nor pushing him on their way out. Kíli bandaged his burnt hand and took Víli up on his arm.
“This seems to be a good task for Oin, if he had been around.” He mused and the baby smiled at him. “Yes, little one, good old Oin. You remember him, don’t you? From the tales I tell you? Well he’s very good with healing and medicine.”
It was easier to ignoring the searing pain of his hand while he talked cheerfully to Víli and the baby smiled back at him and made noises. “And your poor Da needs some treatment for his hand now, doesn’t he?”
“Ma.”
He was caught speechless for a moment, overcome by pride, before he realized just what Víli had been saying. His first word. The pride was soon replaced by a sinking feeling in his gut. Fíli had not been here to hear Víli’s first word.
“Ma.” The child jousted again. “Ma. Ma. Mama.”
Kíli’s cheeks burned a bright red and he hesitated. “Ah….er…… right.” He hung his head so his bangs hid his eyes. This wasn’t the name he had imagined for Víli to use for him. Had he not been trying to get Ví to call him ‘da’ for a while now? Or just Kee. Or anything but the feminine form of mother which would have people look at him awkwardly in the streets. He growled under his breath and little Víli cocked his head confused. He probably wondered if he had done something wrong and with a trembling lip he carefully asked “mama?”
The dark-haired dwarf raised his head to reveal glistening eyes and a small smile on his lips. It was a visible relief for the baby who instantly dared to smile again. “Mama, Mama!” The child started, loud and enthusiastically, and Kíli laughed loudly while he cradled the baby to his chest.
Still laughing, he exited the smithy and ignored Mr Thackery’s disapproving stare on his way out. The way back to their room wasn’t that long, but Kíli took is time and sauntered with the babe on his arm. He contemplated for a moment if he should visit the local doctor, and kept in front of the doctor’s window for a while before he concluded he really didn’t have the money and would have to suffer the blisters and third-degree wounds. He had some knowledge of fire-injury but had no idea how bad his injury actually was. Yet he couldn’t go and ask, it would cost him another coin and he needed food and supplies. He sniffed Víli and frowned.
“Someone’s been a busy boy. Well, better out than in they say. Once we get home I’ll take off your nappy, wash it, and you’ll have a nice and clean one.” He pressed a finger to his lip, but hissed for it was his burnt one and quickly lowered his hand. “Perhaps I can get some more old covers to make you a new pair.”
He glanced apologetically at the baby. “Sorry, lad, I’ve never been taught how to take care of a babe or how to make nappies so uh….well, so long as you don’t complain about how they wear it’s okay, right?”
He smiled toothily at the child who closed his eyes happily and clapped his tiny hands together. “Mama!”
“Right!” Kíli chirped. “I’m glad you agree.”
They were rounding another corner and the shops harbouring their home came into view.
Then the news came.
“Erebor is conquered.” A shouting newsboy announced as he made his way down the street. “The dwarves won back the City under the Mountain.”
Several of the pedestrians stopped to turn at the news and one or two of the Men cast a glance in Kíli’s direction. The young dwarf gasped at the news he had been waiting for. They had done it! They had succeeded. His mouth twitched into a wide smile and he was about to cuddle Víli and explain to him what this news meant when the shouting boy rushed down the street and continued the message.
“Casualties; Thorin, son of Thrain, and Fíli, son of Dís. This means the end of the line of Durin. The Kingdom is to be taken by Dáin.”
“What?” Kíli had frozen, Víli was clutched to his chest. Had he just heard that right? His smile was instantly wiped from his face as dread overtook him. Was this why Fíli had looked so bad and had appeared to him like a ghost?
“And so shall not end the line of Durin,” Kíli bitterly remarked as he sank to his knees, tears threatening his eyes. He looked at his baby, “we still live.”
Chapter 5: Child of love
Summary:
Now that Fíli's gone Kíli makes a decision.
He should have been happy that somehow he’d been saved from imminent death. Kíli knew this just like he knew that if he’d gone onto the battlefield and fought in a war held by five armies he would have stood to defend Thorin and he would have stood to defend his brother. They would all have fallen.
The dwarf let out an exasperated sigh before he rested his head on his hands and tried to clear his mind. It had been two weeks since the news of Erebor’s fate had appeared and the pain was still fresh in his heart. His brown eyes slid tiredly to his young dwarfling and for the next few minutes he could be content watching the baby move his tiny limbs. “Víli,” The name painfully similar to that of his lost One. The baby didn’t stir now, he had just fallen asleep and was snoring loudly. Kíli couldn’t help but the sight caused for a smile to slip on his face. He pushed himself up on his elbows and reached over for the child, then gently stroked a finger past the baby’s cheek.
“So soft.” He murmured. The baby stifled a yawn.
Kíli had been thinking about moving. He’d been thinking about trying to reclaim the throne and win back that which his uncle and brother had fought for. Images of a toddler Víli sitting on the throne next to him, wearing a crown and waving a sceptre, made Kíli chuckle before he realized that there was no way he could conquer back his place on the Durin throne. And would he even still want it? He wondered.
Not now that he’d be ruling alone.
“I guess we could live here,” Kíli whispered to the sleeping infant. His finger was still gently stroking the baby’s cheek. “Or we could go home and meet mother. She wouldn’t like what she’d see but at least one of her boys would still be alive.” He pondered this option and shook his head. “Or she’d say I’m already dead to her for the ‘scandalous’ thing I’ve done.” His eyes softened when he looked back at his child.
“But how can something that led that such beauty be so wrong?”
It was nearing midnight when Kíli made up his mind to trace his way back to Ered Luin and began to pack for the journey. It’d be a challenge to get there but the longing to see someone he was familiar with, someone of his blood, had grown too strong and he needed someone who would wrap arms around him and hug him close. He needed comfort and by deduction he’d concluded his mother was his best chance to find it.
Counting his fingers, Kíli muttered the names of the dwarves he could have gone to. Balin, Dwalin and the others of the company would all shun him after his uncle practically disowned him and sentenced him to the only alternative punishment for death: exile. Returning was no option. Meeting with Dain could be seen as a possible threat especially with the little heir around and he didn’t want to risk his baby’s life. All other childhood friends and memories were found in his home town.
Víli woke up several times that night, having a restless sleep and a huge appetite, and Kíli took his son up in his arms and out of the house before sunrise. With his bags and belongings strapped to his back and the child secured in his arms he returned to that same rock in the meadow he’d grown so used to. He sat down for one last time with the child tightly to his chest and waited for the first rays of sunlight to teach his face. Then he’d leave.
“You won’t remember this, Ví, but daddy does.” Kíli mused. Víli made prattling noises and corrected his ‘dad’.
“Mama.”
Kíli couldn’t help but chuckle and then snorted. He pinched the bridge of his nose before wrapping his arms protectively around his child again. “Yes, yes, Mama. I get it.” He stared in front of him and felt the cold wind brush past his cheeks.
“Now I know how mother felt.” The dwarf grumbled. For a moment all was silence.
“You know, I might even get to miss this place. This is where it all ended. The life I’ve had, the news…” The words choked itself. His throat felt dry and it hurt to swallow.
“Well now,” Kíli quickly turned his brown eyes on the baby boy in his arms. A forced smile appeared on his face as he tried to cheer up Víli as much as he needed to convince himself that he could be happy, that he could smile after all they’d been through. It seemed to work for as he spoke Fíli started to smile brightly and giggle softly, chubby arms rowing around in the air.
“We’re going to go home now, ey? Meet Grandma Dís. Have a jolly time.”
“I thought home was where the heart is.”
A deep voice full of longing. A familiar voice Kíli could recognise anywhere and as the dwarfling grew silent in his arms he just knew he’d not been imagining it. He froze, completely, not daring to turn around to look at a ghost.
“Won’t you look at me, brother?” Kíli flinched. There it was again, that same voice. And he just sat there like a statue with lips parted but no sound coming forth. He felt like an idiot. He must look like one too.
“Kee.” Nope, that definitely was real.
With one quick movement the dark-haired dwarf jumped to his feet and spun round, baby still in his arms and looking cross-eyed of the swift movements.
Dressed in royal blue with white furs was Fíli. His hair counted the many braids of royalty. His blue eyes filled with love.
Kíli trotted over to him and came to a halt in front of him. After a stare-down that took about twenty seconds he raised a hand and slapped Fíli’s cheek hard.
Then, not a moment after he’d hit his brother and felt the impact of real, actual flesh against flesh he wrapped his arm around his brother’s neck and drew him close for a kiss. Teeth scraped, stubble and moustache tangled as they kissed and then the kiss deepened. The dwarfling was pressed between the two bodies and squeaked happily to be with both parents. It felt good, for all three of them, to have their bodies pressed together, to be able to feel the ones they had to miss for so long.
When the searing kiss came to an end the brothers could hardly pull away from each other and were left gazing in each other’s eyes. Fíli had his arms wrapped around his brother’s frame and held such a gentle smile that the younger sibling felt tears burning in his eyes.
“They said you were gone.” Kíli finally managed to say. His voice broke halfway and the first sniff was heard before he continued. “I don’t- I don’t understand, Fee. What happened? Why did they say you were dead? Why’s Dain on the throne? Why take so long?”
Fíli’s hand ran soothingly up and down Kíli’s spine as he trembled from emotion and started to spill tears. The younger one was then pressed against the blonde’s chest which he gratefully used as a tissue. The hand running up and down his spine now moved up into his hair and started to massage his scalp. Kíli could feel his muscles relax and his body slump slightly against that of his lover. His own brother.
Brown eyes turned to the forgotten bags still standing in the meadow. The first rays of light touched them in faint lines.
He took a deep breath and took in the scent of his own Fíli. It calmed him, as much as it had calmed their son for Víli was patiently watching the two with eyes wide and a tiny fist grabbing Fíli’s garments as if he was afraid to let go. Not that Kíli would ever let his big brother get away again. Not. Ever.
“Hush, Kee, it’s all right now. It’s okay.” Fíli pressed a kiss on Kíli’s hair, eliciting another sob from the younger one. “We got it back, Kíli. Erebor. Imagine all the gold in the world.” Fíli let out a hoarse laugh and shook his head. Víli rolled his big eyes and felt his head loll backwards but Kíli caught side of the movement and quickly repositioned the little one so his neck was properly supported.
“Kee, nothing is as precious in this world as you and Víli are. Not to me.” He placed another kiss on his brother’s head and watched as Kíli smirked at the compliment. It was evident he felt the same about Fíli but was too caught up in his emotions to voice it.
“You should have seen uncle, he was so, so happy.” Fíli’s voice lowered and became thicker, darker somehow. A shadow slipped over his frame. “Happy but possessed with gold-lust. Naturally, he wasn’t the only one to want the gold and when the other species heard of the weakly defended and just conquered palace they came for their share and to win the gold for themselves. It was a battle bravely fought but I- I run. I run from battle, Kee.”
Kíli’s eyes grew wide as he clutched his brother’s blouse. “You wouldn’t.” he gasped, hardly believing his ears. “You’ve never run from a battle before, Fee. You can’t have run now. You can’t. It’s cowardice.”
“Aye, it’s punishable by law.” Fíli continued hoarsely while he ran a hand over Víli’s head. “But uncle demanded it of me.” His blue eyes darted back up to lock with Kíli’s brown ones.
“He what?” The younger brother looked puzzled.
“He demanded it of me, Kíli. Nay, he commanded it. The situation looked lost and he told me to run and not to look back.”
“B-But you’re dead?” Kíli stuttered.
“Do I look dead?” Fíli’s lips twitched upward slightly. “I ran for the hills. On my way I might have lost a thing or two.” He gestured at his shoulder as if to indicate that he’d worn armour which he might have dropped, and then gestured at his hair which was missing a braid and his silver hairpin. Kíli gasped and reached for the strands of hair which had previously been held together by the pin.
“But that was my favourite.” Kíli protested. “We carried twins. I mean, I still have mine.” He instantly reached for his own but Fíli caught his hand and placed a kiss against his fingertips.
“It’s not important, Kíli. So long as I got to see you again. You and our little gem.” He kissed Víli’s head before placing another kiss to his brother’s brow. Kíli was frowning and he tried to kiss the frown away, much to Kíli’s annoyance. He swatted at Fíli.
“How did you know we were here?” The younger one demanded with a fierce gaze.
Fíli let out a sigh. His mission to kiss away the frown had most utterly failed for it had only deepened and Kíli actually looked mature and serious for once. He had to force back a grin at the realization. Kíli had grown up so fast. “Remember when you saw me?”
“Aye, you said it was Gandalf’s doing.”
“It was. You told me where you were. In Húlwood, a tiny town north of Lake-town. So tiny it isn’t even on any map.” Fíli smiled at Kíli and hugged him to his chest. His hand run through his brown locks. “I’m sorry the journey to here took this long. I’m sorry you had to wait.”
“Mmm’s okay.” Kíli slurred as he buried his face against Fíli’s chest. “I’m glad you’re here now.”
“And I won’t be leaving, Kee.” Fíli’s voice was soft and full of promise, and Víli who’d been so silent all along decided to make gurgling noises when he heard his father speak like that.
“I left the throne to be with you where no one will know who we are. Where no one will question our coupling. Where no one will know we are brothers.”
Fíli’s words reached Kíli’s heart and when he lifted his head to look into his brother’s eyes there was just one sentence that absent-mindedly left his lips as a whisper. “That’s brilliant, brother.”
Fíli chuckled. “I know. I am quite clever.”
Kíli sighed. “There’s just one tiny problem. We were just leaving this place. Ví and me. I resigned from my job at the smithy. They were only scolding me and trying to make me hurt.”
His brother frowned and held him by the shoulders. “Where did you want to go?”
“I was thinking of mom….”
“She will confirm that we’re not dead.” The earnest in Fíli’s eyes made Kíli’s heart skip a beat. He hadn’t thought about it that much. All he’d been thinking of was his grief and the father of his child long gone. He’d never been much of a thinker anyway, He usually had Fíli to do that for him.
“You’re right.” He stubbornly replied.
It was now Fíli’s turn to frown. “Others will know.”
The young dwarf shrugged and placed Víli on his arm, then placed his free hand on the baby’s tummy. “Okay.”
“Kíli, that means we’ll be introduced as the ‘still alive’ heirs of Durin’s throne and things will be like they were.”
Kíli’s eyes grew wide and he instantly reacted with a firm growl. “No.”
“Yes. And Kee, we should let our mother live in honour.” Fíli cocked his head to the side. He had clearly thought about this. “With everyone thinking us to be dead they won’t call us Fíli and Kíli, sons of Qíli. They will call us Fíli and Kíli, sons of Dís. Do you really think we should take that honour away from her? That she should not go down in history as one of the last of our line? Think how proud she’d be.”
“You’re right, Fee. Though she’s not the last.” Kíli glanced at Víli and smiled. The baby returned the smile wholeheartedly.
The brothers had somehow moved closer to each other and the older one reached out for their son. Fíli hopped the child onto his arm and smiled at him before glancing at his brother and picking up one of the heavier bags.
“Kíli, where do you want us to go?”
“Fee, I don’t think I mind at all. Home is where the heart is. I’d follow you everywhere.”
“Then let’s go West, Kee. Let us go West.”
Notes:
// omg I love you all for sticking with me. I suffered a huge writer’s block but I want to take up writing fanfiction again. I love the Durin Brothers with kids so I am glad I finally got to write another chapter for this, even if it wasn’t what I had in mind at the start of the writing the story. I do hope you’ve all enjoyed it. I’m trying to get back in the flow again. Also, for everyone reading this note; I want to take up prompts again. Please be sure to send me suggestions in my Ask. My current interest lies with Fíli,Kíli,Thorin,Bilbo,and any Het suggestions I will accept because there's not enough of it. If you have a completely different story you'd like to suggest that'd be cool too! Love you all <3
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Summary: Bilbo/Kili, Frodo is their son
Haven’t read the Prologue yet? Read it HERE |or Read Chapter 1 | Read Chapter 2 |
As inspired by: Kink Prompt on LJ HobbitKink
AU: Finally. This is the copy paste of my upload on ff.net so you can ignore the second AU.
AU: A new part like promised :) Happy New Year to all you lovely readers out there. Don't forget to review so your author can start the new year with a smile.
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"Chapter IV"
Not too far away from the camp two young dwarves stood side by side.
"The campfire is only surrounded by fools." Kíli said. "They can easily miss us."
"Yeah, who would miss a fool or two more." Fíli agreed, only to receive a fist on the head.
"Oi, that's not how I meant it." His younger brother said with a pout. His earlier remark had been a jest, a folly, for in his mind he excluded at least one of the men who would sit next to the fire to keep warm. One was certainly not a fool according to him. A certain hobbit.
Dark eyes met blue ones and two smiles appeared in the faint light of the dusk. One brother patted the other's cheek, and the other reached for his hand. They stood there, sharing affection like only brothers could, and then laughed loud.
"I am getting hungry." One of them said, and the other agreed. "I hope food will be brought to us soon."
The two were watching the ponies. One sat down on a rock and the other came to join him, placing a head on the shoulder of his sibling and closing his eyes.
"They will not forget us." Fíli replied.
"Oh no? Why so? Haven't we been nothing but trouble-makers so far?" Kíli's teasing was answered with a poke in his side.
"We have been behaving magnificent. At the very least we caused less trouble than our burglar has." While Fíli spoke the eyes of the younger brother opened and darkened, and he shifted slightly on the rock. "The hobbit needs a lesson in surviving or two. Or how not to be a bother. He's like a child who needs a babysitter and that, my dear brother, is just our luck. He makes us look far more mature."
Kíli tilted his head, his dark eyes meeting Fíli's and catching him by surprise for they were so dark and so filled with desire that Fíli felt panic rise in his chest and he pushed his brother away from him. He stepped away from the rock they had been sitting on and brought a hand to his chest while Kíli sat and watched him.
"He does make us look mature, doesn't he?" Kíli said.
A few paces away from him his brother nodded. "So that's what is going on." Whispered Fíli to himself before he turned to face his younger brother, without looking him in the eyes. His volume was raised. "Mr Baggins caught your interest, hasn't he? That is why you've talked 'bout nothing else but his luscious curls and tight lips. Has the little hobbit caught my little brother's eye? Does he desire him?"
Although Kíli was dumbfounded that his brother had concluded such a thing in less than two days time he hardly let it show. He kept rooted to the spot, fixed on the rock, not moving, and replied without hesitation. "Yes."
Fíli reached for his head, hands burying deep in his golden hair, and gritted his teeth. He started pacing to and fro while staring at the mud beneath his feet. He was trying to understand the situation and come to terms with it.
"So my brother has a thing for the hobbit." He said, and felt Kíli's stare on him. "I had thought it was merely interest in his well-being when you showed concern for him this morning. I will keep my promise though. No harm will befall him. But when I said to look out for him I had no idea it was because of these reasons. I had thought it was because he is so young and inexperienced, but I see now your motives run deeper than that."
Kíli's voice was lower when he spoke and husky. He toyed with his own fingers, made possible by the fingerless gloves he was wearing. "I do desire him, brother. And whether or not it is because of him being dependable and weak I know not. I feel there might be more between us."
"More?" His brother spat as he turned to face him. "Of course there is more. I can see it in your eyes. You need to determine what feelings you harbour. You need to find out if these feelings could be true."
Fíli ran his hands through his hair while Kíli remained silent. "By Gandalf's beard, my brother has fallen for the hobbit burglar in less than a day's time."
"So what about it?" The dark-haired dwarf finally said, his hands now still in his lap, not moving. "I knew I had these feelings the moment I clapped eyes on him."
"And that moment was only two days ago." Fíli tried to reason with him. "Listen, know I will support you brother, and whatever you do. But these feelings are still fresh and new. You need to explore them. They might just be motherly feelings, like a mother hen worrying about her chick. Mr Baggins is only fifty-one years of age and has never travelled before. He cannot even fight. Perhaps your instinct knew this at seeing him and made you feel protective over him. But if these feelings are more than what I've just said, and more like what you've just implied, then I cannot but support you. But till you figured out for yourself what you feel for the hobbit I urge you to be discreet."
Kíli's cheeks grew hot and coloured a bright red. He tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear and silently wondered if he should share his little Bilbo-adventure of the first night with his brother. He was already convinced that what he felt was more than mother-hen feelings. He knew he was attracted to the hobbit. And whenever he wanted something he tended to have it. He would seduce the hobbit. It was now his number one goal.
"I shall take my time to think about this." He said, erupting a rough laughter from Fíli.
"That'd be a first." The blond dwarf snorted. "You always act before you think, Kíli."
The dark-haired dwarf gave a toothy grin. "Perhaps you're right."
Fíli's blue eyes turned on the young dwarf and he frowned. It was as though the older brother sensed that Kíli had already acted on his feelings. Fili struggled to recall a possibility for such an event but they had been riding their ponies all day. There was no chance Kíli could have had a private moment with the hobbit. Unless it had been the night before. Fíli's eyes widened while Kíli's smile grew.
Behind them the trees bent and footsteps, heavy and hollow, shook the earth. The two brothers didn't seem to notice because Fíli had pounced upon the younger lad and had him tackled to a nearby rock. "What did you do?" He asked, eyes wide and voice filled with urgency.
"I did nothing." Kíli grinned, but his entire expression told his brother otherwise.
"What did you do?" The blond dwarf's voice became sterner. His concern for the in his eyes untested and defenseless young hobbit only grew by his brother's evasive behaviour.
Behind them, out of sight and out of their reach, two ponies were lifted from the ground.
"I will tell you nothing lest you would not approve." Kíli's voice was loud, but not quite a shout. The two continued their struggle, limbs tangled and teeth gritted in low growls and frustrated yelps. Until finally one stilled and looked up at the other.
"Did you feel that?"
The earth shook beneath them and both sat up, stupefied, and temporarily forgot their quarrel.
Back at the camp the hobbit had helped prepare the stew and was waiting for everyone to take part of the meal. He had dined first, being too hungry and too eager to care about manners which he thought were not needed anyway in the company of burping and raucous dwarves. After finishing his bowl his mind had wandered back to the two dwarves who weren't here and one of them in particular whose fixed stare could send chills down his spine. Why was it that these eyes affected him so? Why did this dwarf haunt his thoughts?
He stared out into the darkness and sighed. The two brothers were minding the ponies and so the chance of seeing either of them tonight would be slim. If only Gandalf had been there with them then perhaps there would have been a change of guards. Gandalf was wise and knew how important a night's sleep was. He would call the two brothers back to dine and sent out Bofur and Nori instead. That way they all could take turns and get some rest, and most importantly a filled tummy.
For Bilbo's biggest worry now was that Kíli wouldn't get enough to eat. He kept casting a nervous glance at the pot of stew and its contents, and prayed in silence that there would be enough left for Kíli and Fíli in case they were called back.
If only Gandalf was here to lead them.
"He's been a long time." Bilbo said, worriedly.
"Who?" Bofur, who was standing near the stew, asked.
"Gandalf." Bilbo eyed the bowls the dwarf was holding. He was filling them to the brim and Bilbo wasn't sure he liked this. There should be enough left for the brothers, he thought, but Bofur didn't seem to worry about the portions.
"He's a wizard. He does as he pleases. Here, do us a favour." Bofur handed Bilbo the two recently filled bowls with stew and pushed him a step back from the fire. "Go take these to the lads."
There was no need to explain to Bilbo which lads he meant. Bofur's eyes glistened in the dark of the night and appeared to be an open book. One glance at them told Bilbo that he had his permission to go and seek out the two brothers he had been worrying about all evening. Without another word the hobbit was off and rounded past the trees to the clearing where they kept their ponies for the night.
He hurried, walking and bouncing as fast as his little hobbit legs could, until the ponies came in sight and the laughter from the camp behind him was swallowed by the trees. He slowed down, not wanting to appear too eager, and came to a stop between the two brothers who stood next to a tree trunk. He held the bowls in front of their noses, as if to tempt them, but when neither of them replied he frowned and followed their gaze.
"What's the matter?" he ventured to ask, and glanced up from one brother to the other. Somehow he expected Fíli to explain but a rough voice he had longed to hear met his ears instead.
"We were supposed to look after the ponies." The rugged looking dwarf replied, his eyes fixed in front of him. He was too ashamed to look at the hobbit by his side.
"Only we've encountered a slight problem." His brother jumped to the rescue when he heard Kíli's breath hitch. The blond dwarf did look at the hobbit though as he spoke.
"We had sixteen," Kíli said, his hand brushing past the hobbit's thigh. Bilbo jumped and glanced at him before Fíli continued his brother's sentence and grabbed back the hobbit's attention. "Now there's fourteen."
Fíli glanced at his brother, giving a secret sign that could have either been a warning or a permission, before he headed towards the ponies that were still there. Kíli finally looked at the hobbit and was upset to see Bilbo focused on their problem at hand. The hobbit was looking in Fili's direction, staring at the dwarf's back.
"Well, this is bad." Bilbo said, and attempted to follow Fíli. But Kíli's strong arm stopped him. At long last the hobbit turned his face to meet eyes with him and Kíli nodded, curtly. They both knew that so long this problem wasn't settled they would not be given the privacy they wanted. Kíli's invitation for the night would be nullified.
"I'm sorry." The young dwarf whispered, and cupped the hobbit's face in his calloused hands. "I had different plans for tonight."
Bilbo swallowed. He felt as if the dwarf could lift him off of his feet at any moment and flushed a bright red. "I-It's okay." He stuttered, feeling utterly weak at the knees. "These things c-can happen."
Kíli let out a sigh of relief and brushed his nose past Bilbo's before letting him go. The hobbit brushed his hands down his jacket and cleared his throat.
"How did this even happen?" He managed to ask. Kíli shrugged.
"My mind was distracted and my brother noticed. And then we both ended up being distracted." He eyed the hobbit with a look that said 'this is the best explanation you will get' and Bilbo let out a sigh of defeat.
"Fair enough," he said, shoulders slumping. Kíli started following his brother and Bilbo meandered behind him, bowls still in his hands. "I do not wish to impose on you but shouldn't you and your brother eat? I do not wish to have you two faint while in search of the ponies. And the stew is quite good, by the way."
Bilbo's babbling came to a stop when he nearly bumped into Kíli and the dark-haired dwarf turned to him and placed a finger on his lips.
"Hush, you talk too much, hobbit." Kíli smiled and ruffed Bilbo's hair. The hobbit closed an eye at the gesture and seemed to enjoy the affectionate touch. Fíli watched the two with a frown. When Kíli noticed his brother's look he straightened up and turned away from the hobbit.
"It's very kind of you but we can't eat. Not until the ponies have been returned to us." Fíli folded his arms in front of his chest and eyed the young hobbit. "You understand this, don't you, Mr Baggins?"
Bilbo quickly nodded. "I understand. So ponies first, food after?" he said. His eyes travelled past Fíli who gave a nod and then came to rest upon Kíli who gave him a sad smile. Apparently they had both hoped to have some quality time together.
Kíli's smile then grew the moment his brother turned his back towards the two and he winked at Bilbo.
"There's still time." He mouthed, and Bilbo began to blush. Kíli gestured in silence, his lips moving to form the words. The message was received by Bilbo, who tried to hide his face behind the two bowls he was carrying when Kíli gestured him the next line,
"After we find the ponies you and me will have a snog."
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By yours sincerely,
MissGoodPage (The author who never checks but just uploads her crap)
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Summary: Bilbo/Kili, Frodo is their son
Haven’t read the Prologue yet? Read it HERE |or Read Chapter 1 | Read Chapter 2 |
As inspired by: Kink Prompt on LJ HobbitKink
AU: Finally. This is the copy paste of my upload on ff.net so you can ignore the second AU.
AU: First of all an apology. This chapter is short and late. My computer broke down and is being fixed. I had wanted to add the pony-watching part to this chapter as well but as it's past midnight and I am too tired to finish that part I've decided to just upload the part I already have now. Something's better than nothing, 'right? I also love reviews so keep 'em coming, my dear dwarves. Hope to update the pony part tomorrow, before 2013 starts.
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"Chapter III"
When they finally arrived at the old ruins Thorin intended to stay and spend the night, Gandalf was the first to be out of the saddle and inspect their surroundings. The grey old wizard frowned and groaned, and after stroking his beard announced "I think it would be wiser to move on." He groaned and turned to face the dwarf King who stared back at him with his jaw set tight. He had just instructed Kíli and Fíli to look after the ponies and Oin and Gloin to start a fire. It wasn't hard to see that he was eager to spend the night here and have them all find some rest. Their heated argument was overheard by Bilbo who stood at the side with his pony and tried not to be in anyone's way.
Oin and Gloin set about making a fire almost instantly and happily created a pile of wood while the other dwarves dismounted their ponies and followed the two brothers to a clearing. The dark-haired dwarf threw a glance at the men behind him, his eyes lingering particularly long on the young hobbit. Bilbo watched them go and would have followed too if he had not been distracted by Thorin and Gandalf's conversation.
"The elves could help us." Gandalf said. "We could get through," he reasoned as Thorin started to walk away from him. The wizard hastily limped after him, stick –or staff- firmly in his hands and irritation on his brow. "We have a map we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us."
He had hardly spoken the words when Thorin grimaced and cut him off. "Help?" His voice was filled with distaste for the pointy-eared race. "What help came from the elves?" he spat back, doing the best he could to swallow back the bile and foul comments the mere mention of the other race brought forth. "Orcs plundered Moria," Thorin continued while the hope fled from Gandalf's face, "The elves looked on and did nothing. You ask me to seek out the same people who betrayed my grandfather?" Thorin inched closer to the tall man. In a moment of silence the King swallowed and was clearly haunted by a bad memory. " Who betrayed my father." He added.
"You are neither of them." Gandalf assured him in attempt not only to comfort him but also to reason with him. But Thorin's expression remained foul while Gandalf spoke and the wizard quickly added a sneer. " I did not give that map and key for you to hold onto the past."
Bilbo could not hear what it was the dwarf muttered back to the wizard, but whatever it was it had been the final straw and a heavily upset looking Gandalf retreated from the recluse and headed his way. The hobbit stood between the ponies, tending his own white pony, Myrtle. Balin stood at the other side of the animal and was watching with interest as the wizard approached. For a moment it was as if he wanted to come their way but then something about his posture betrayed that Gandalf was going away and this worried the hobbit immensely.
"Everything all right?" he asked, patting Myrtle on the head while his eyes never left the wizard marching past them. "Gandalf, where are you going?"
The wizard passed him by and without looking grumbled a reply, yet loud enough for all dwarves to hear. "To seek the company of the only one around here who has some sense." The agitation was audible in his voice.
"And who's that?" Bilbo dared ask.
"Myself, Mr Baggins!" The wizard all but shouted. "I've had enough dwarves for one day." The grey wizard disappeared behind the rocks and hills and left the company to fend for themselves.
While Thorin took on his role as the leader of the company, like was expected from him, the hobbit leant to Balin and voiced his worry. "Is he coming back?" But the dwarf shrugged and left it at that. He hobbled away to prepare dinner along with some of the other dwarves.
The hobbit took this as his cue to bring Myrtle to the other ponies and catch a glimpse of a certain dwarf who was supposed to watch them. He followed the other dwarves and felt his heart beat faster with each step he took. As if the thought of seeing him again was enough to influence his heart. As if the thought of seeing that one dwarf was the only thing to be on his mind. Bilbo frowned at the realization that he was thinking of Kíli more and more as time progressed and how much it hurt to want to see him.
He was in luck for Kíli stood, stroking Gloin's pony, and looked expectantly at the forest path from whence the hobbit came. Their eyes locked and for a moment Bilbo's breath hitched.
But the eye contact did not last long for Kíli's shoulder was touched by Fíli and the younger brother turned to look at the other dwarf. The magical moment was broken and Bilbo let out a disappointed sigh. He let go of Myrtle, wishing her well and kissing her nose before casting one last look at the two brothers. They were talking animatedly with Dori and so he left in silence and with a heavy feeling inside of him, as if his stomach was going to drop and the earth would swallow him.
Once again he did not see how the dark eyes of Kíli followed him until the bushes had swallowed him and the forest hid him from the young dwarf's sight.
Bilbo let his eyes slide past the remaining dwarves huddled around the fire. The leader was there, proud Thorin, who stood majestically and hardly lifted a finger to help preparing the food. He sought his armour and prepared it for battle, then made his bed for the night and sat on a rock to ponder. Bilbo watched him as he did this and bit back a cough. He felt cold and alone now that one special dwarf was away from him. He could not see the dark-haired youngling, he could not even hear him. Kíli and Fíli were secluded from the group, ordered to watch the ponies.
It was only now, while Bilbo was lamenting the distance between the young dwarf and himself, that he remembered a certain line spoken earlier that day by the boy. It had been something about looking forward to seeing him tonight, and the hobbit flushed at the thought. Had it been his imagination? And why was he looking forward to seeing Kíli too? Why was he hoping the dwarf had truly said this?
"Mr Baggins, you all right?" The hobbit jumped slightly and turned to watch the dwarf by his side. It was Bofur who was grinning like a mad dog and offered him a piece of a sausage.
"Yes, yes, I'm quite fine, thank you. No need to worry about me. No need at all." The hobbit's stammered reply sounded. The dwarf's grin seemed to expand even more.
"You look a little flushed, lad. Not coming down with a fever I hope?"
It was as if the dwarf was onto something, as if he knew about the thoughts occupying the hobbit's head, and Bilbo eyed him suspiciously. "No, I'm not ill, thank you." He retorted a tad irritated. "I am not quite as useless as that."
Bofur decided to ignore the Hobbit's low self-esteem and skipped over the moment to address a different matter. "He'll be back though." He said, as if it would make all the bad things in the world go away. It was a good try at comforting the hobbit, but the last mentioned was utterly confused and gawking at his companion.
"What? Who?" It was all the hobbit managed to utter. For a moment he feared Bofur was talking about Kíli, the dwarf who was claiming his each and every thought. When had that happened? The first night they had spent out in the open and under the stars, touching each other? Had that been the moment that changed Bilbo's magnificent mind into a whirlpool of lust-drenched thoughts?
"Gandalf. He'll be back." Bofur's soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he blinked at him, apologizing.
"Ah, of course. I-I do hope so." The hobbit stuttered and got up to his feet. He quickly hurried over to the fire to see how the food was getting along. It wasn't just his pure interest in food that brought him here but also the strong wish to get away from Bofur and his knowing smirk. As he hurried to the fire he did not see Bofur 's cheeky smile and slight nod. The dwarf knew, but left Bilbo guessing. It was clear the little hobbit hadn't figured out his own feelings yet and after all, the journey had only just begun.
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By yours sincerely,
MissGoodPage (The author who never checks but just uploads her crap)
I've updated two new chapters for "Only You", my KilixBilbo fanfic. Unfortunately due to internet issues I can't paste them on my tumblr yet. I hope this will be resolved soon. I have a FilixKili fanfic in modern times that I might upload but I'm hesitant. What do you all say? I've also started a Hobbit fanfic full of mpreg and slash. Should I upload that one, I wonder? Let me hear your opinions.
AU: This is basically me trying a prompt while I have a headache. I'm panning to give this another try soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I do like cookies.
ThorinxFíli ficlet
Summary: Fíli faints and Thorin gets possessive. The kind, rated T version, for now.
: It happened in a moment :
It happened in a moment. One second he was standing the next he was down on the ground. Concerned dwarves gathered around his fallen frame and looked down worriedly at him. This was something that had never happened before and shocked them all because he was considered to be one of the strongest amongst them. He was of royal descend and heir to the throne and he acted like so. Falling down and fainting was absolutely not expected of him.
The dwarves hushed whispers didn't reach him for all was black. They were worried about the heir but none as much as Thorin who knelt down by his side and with a gentle hand brushed a strand of hair out of the boy's eyes. "Kíli, get some water." He rashly ordered the brother of the fallen one. The young dwarf nodded and hurried to do as told. The dwarves had formed half a circle around the body of Fíli; a circle that became wider and wider as they all took steps back to give their King some much needed privacy.
But apparently it wasn't enough for Thorin and he barked commands over his shoulder, assigning each dwarf a new task until none were left except nephew and uncle. Thorin let out a sigh.
The back of his hand traced his nephew's cheek. His knuckles, wrinkled and rough, brushed carefully past the delicate skin of his heir. Fíli let out a soft whimper and for a moment Thorin's hope returned, but then his head lolled to the side. Thorin bent over his fallen nephew and squeezed his eyes shut.
"You're going to be okay, laddie." He promised in a rough, low voice. "You're going to be perfectly fine."
The dwarf king had promised to keep an eye on the youngest companions. He had shouted Kíli's name endlessly and expected of the reckless young dwarf to get into trouble. He knew Fíli was wiser and more mature. He had not expected for Fíli to do something irresponsible or something not considered majestic. He had not expected for Fíli to faint.
While he gently tapped the boy's cheek he kept whispering low, husky words to the boy. "You didn't drink enough, did you? You gave your last water to Kíli, didn't you? Silly young dwarf. You should pay more attention to yourself. You should not neglect your own body. You need to keep your strength, nephew. You need me."
The man leant over him, his lips dangerously close to Fíli's and barely touching, their beards brushing against each other. Then he scooped the boy up in his strong arms and stood up to march over to their camp. Kíli was already waiting with some water and hurried aside so his uncle could pass. The king placed Fíli on one of the rocks and unclasped his cloak to spread it out for the boy to lie on. With help from Kíli he lifted the boy onto the royal cloak and then dismissed the youngest dwarf.
"Go, fetch him something with salt. I'll look after him." His gaze was stern and Kíli dared not to disobey. The boy gave a quick nod and sprinted away, leaving the king and Fíli behind.
Thorin's eyes fixed on the unconscious boy and it was easy to see he was greatly worried about his well-being. His hand reached out and touched Fíli's forehead as if to feel his temperature, as if to guess if he would be all right. His thumb stroked past the soft skin of the young dwarf and he stirred. Two bright eyes opened, their colour light and pupils unfocused. Fíli stirred and then struggled slightly but winced and grabbed his head. It hurt.
"Lie still," Thorin said, suppressing the panic in his voice as he rolled to Fíli's side and leant on his elbow next to him. "You're okay now. You fainted, but you're okay now."
His hand reached for the boy's and he gave it a little squeeze. Fíli smiled faintly at him.
"What happened?" he groaned, groggily and with white stars blinding his eyes as he tried to move his head. He decided to lay still for the time being for the stars and flashes of light became worse as he moved.
"You've eaten too little and fought too much."
The paternal voice of Thorin sent shivers down Fíli's spine. His uncle's voice was low and reprimanding him. But he knew he was right. He had been foolish and had given most of his supplies to Kíli. He had been worried his brother wouldn't have enough nutrition and wanted to see him strong and safe. And now he had failed to maintain his own body, to keep himself fit and in working order. His eyes turned sad.
Thorin noticed his nephew's expression and gently squeezed his hand again. "Do not worry, lad. I'm going to look after you and nurse you back to your full health. It shouldn't take long, but in the meanwhile I need you to take your rest and eat till you've regained your strength. We can't risk you faint in front of the pale orc, or any enemy for that matter."
Fíli's smile slowly returned.
"I know, uncle." Now it was his turn to squeeze his uncle's hand, albeit it being weakly. "I will not faint on you."
Thorin laughed. "You'd better not." He let go of Fíli's hand and ruffled the boy's hair. His eyes focused on the boy's head.
"Where are the others?" Fíli weakly managed to ask.
"They're on their way to make you more comfortable. They're bringing blankets and a hot water bottle. They will return with plenty of food and wood to make a warm fire."
"And Kíli?" The boy reached out a hand as if he wanted to reach for his inseparable brother who for a change appeared not to be by his side. Panic was seen in the boy's eyes as he glanced up at his uncle.
Thorin stroked his beard. "He is bringing you something salty. It'll be good for your strength."
The calm words had reassured the young dwarf immediately and he let out a breath he hadn't realized to be holding. His uncle eyed him meaningfully and Fíli quickly turned his head aside. He knew he always worried too much about others but never enough about himself and half suspected to receive another speech from his uncle but it never came. Instead, his uncle surprised him by changing to a completely different topic. He had been staring intently at the boy for a good minute before he spoke again and as Fíli shut his eyes tightly, expecting the aforesaid speech.
Thorin frowned at the tangled mess in front of him. "Your hair needs a good brushing," he said, fingers already combing through the yellow locks of Fíli. "Here, let me braid it for you."
The king started to set things straight. He undid the braids in Fíli's hair, brushed his fingers through the locks to untangle them and once he was satisfied he created new braids to replace the old. Fíli let him and enjoyed the feel of rough fingertips massaging his scalp and every unintentional touch when his uncle's hand brushed through his long hair. The young dwarf had closed his eyes and let out a content sigh.
The two sat together, humming. Uncle held his nephew's head in his lap, brushing and braiding, and Fíli lay with his eyes closed and hands pressed against his lips.
It was like this that they were found by Ori who was the first of the dwarves to return. He hesitated before inching closer to the two and held out a bag with food which he had found somewhere along the road.
"Excuse me, your highness…" His voice trailed off for dark eyes bore into his. Thorin's lips were pressed into a thin line and a deep frown set on his face. Ori took a step back, not sure if he were to run or stay. That gaze Thorin was giving him was scaring him for it was dark, possessive, and filled with passion. Three emotions Ori wasn't used to see in his leader's eyes and which upset and confused the poor already shy dwarf.
"Leave it." Thorin growled, and Ori hesitated before he set the bag down on the ground and doubtfully nudged it with his foot. He wanted to ask if he had put the bag on the right spot but was too afraid to ask. He didn't recognise his leader like this and parted his lips but only a pathetic mewling sound would come out. But Thorin got the gist and gave a nod.
"That's fine. Now go and knit my nephew a blanket. Can't you see he is cold?"
Ori quickly bowed before he ducked away behind the tree branches and sought a spot hidden behind birches and shrubbery. He had hardly left or another dwarf returned from their quest and dropped wood for the fire.
"Ah, young Fíli. He is awake?" Bombur stomped over to his king and the boy and bent over the latter. "How is our lad doing?" He reached two hands to touch Fíli's cheeks and make him smile but he was stopped half-way by a strong hand of the king. Bombur's eyes locked with Thorin's and he swallowed. Never before had he seen dark and dangerous eyes like these. His mouth turned dry and he took a step back.
"He needs rest." Was the low growl that qualified as Thorin's clarification. Bombur merely bobbed his head and after another deep bow returned to make a fire.
He was followed by Bofur who had just returned to camp and watched the king and nephew for a while before nudging Bombur.
"What's going on?" he asked, pointing in the direction of Thorin and Fíli. The king was seated with Fíli in his arms. He had managed to pull the boy up into a sitting position so Fíli's head was now resting against his chest. Thorin's arms were wrapped around the boy, keeping him up and from tumbling over.
The boy was seated in between his uncles legs and had his eyes closed. Fíli had made himself comfortable. One hand was on one of the arms that had circled around his waist, holding his uncle weakly. The other hand was dropped between his own legs and resting on the forest floor.
Bombur shrugged. "You'd better not come near. I've never seen the king look like that before. His eyes are glistening. Come too close and he might get mad."
Bofur looked at the two pensively. "The king's embrace is possessive."
From out of the bushes Kíli appeared who, at seeing his brother sitting up, immediately run over to his sibling and tried to wrap his arms around him. But he was pushed back by his uncle who growled viciously at him.
"What the hell is that?" Kíli liked to know when he did not recognise his uncle's behaviour.
"It means you should be careful and not come too close to your brother." Bofur explained, tapping his hat. "I think we need to wait till Thorin has calmed down before we can get close to Fíli again."
Kíli grimaced and lowered the bag he was carrying. He didn't keep as much as a distance as the others. When he started to unpack the bag he could catch a rough whisper from his uncle.
"Mine."
And he raised his head to scowl in Thorin's direction. The dwarf king sat, gently rocking Fíli in his arms, and was murmuring incoherent things. But one thing Kíli did catch was the word 'precious' as Thorin kept whispering things in Fíli's ear.
The dwarf sat down and watched his brother. "Well, have I ever." He murmured, and watched the spectacle in front of the freshly lit campfire.
But Thorin ignored them all and held Fíli close.
"I'm going to look after you, nephew." He whispered in the boy's ear. "I'm going to make sure that you'll be all right and that no one will harm you ever again. You'll see, you'll never faint again with your uncle around. I'll make sure of that, my precious."
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By yours sincerely,
MissGoodPage (The author who never checks but just uploads her crap)
I love your Thorin/Kili fic you just posted. It's exactly the relationship between Thorin/Kili/Fili I'm looking for!! And it's good that they pretty much stay in their characters. I hope you'd write more of Thorin/Kili! PLEEEEEASE!!! ≧△≦
Thank you (: That is so kind of you. I will probably write more so keep an eye on my work. There might be something among it that you will enjoy.
I love your fics :3 You're also one of the few to write Thorin/Kíli (They're perfect together and they need more fics to celebrate their love!) so I'll ask you for some more, if you don't mind. Thorin x Kíli - First Time [Bonus for gentle/caring Thorin] (Almost every fic with them is rough/D/S etc. Its just to read something a little fluffish and heartwarming :3)
I love your suggestions (: I will see what I can do. It's a lovely pairing and I'm glad you enjoyed my little ficlet
Campfire Chat - Thorin x Kíli, Protective Fíli (T)
Pairing: Thorin x Kíli
Rating: T
Summary: The non-explicit/Teen variant of the prompt: Thorin and Kíli are in a secret relationship. Fíli finds out and suddenly gets very protective of his brother. Thorin/Fili fighting happens. Mentioning of polite Durincest.
AU: The non-explicit variant of "Thorin/Kili, Protective Fili" prompt on the Hobbit Kink meme LJ. I will post a mature version as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own the things Tolkien owns, and shizzle. No copyright infringement intended.
: Campfire Chat :
The sky was lit by many stars, casting down their light at the company of dwarves below. They were huddled around a campfire and sharing drinks and laughs. Only one dwarf wasn't smiling or engaged in conversation. He was seated opposite of his younger brother and was observing him with dark blue eyes full of worry and suspicion. His elbows leant on his knees, his face expressionless and like a rock as he watched the scene play out in front of him. The faint light of the stars and the warm light of the fire illuminated two figures who sat close to each other, snug and comfy. Perhaps a bit too comfortable.
It was not their proximity that had set off the alarm bells inside of Fíli's head but it was the way Kíli smiled. Fíli followed his gaze to the other dwarf, to the King of their company, the King under the mountain, and suddenly it all made sense.
That little kiss on the cheek had betrayed this was more than just an innocent relationship between uncle and nephew and Fíli could feel anger rise up in his chest at the thought that his very own uncle might have been involved with his younger brother. It made him wonder what more the man could have done to his sibling. Had he given more than a chaste kiss? Had he been touching his younger brother?
Anger took its hold over the dwarf and his hand turned into a fist. Fíli gritted his teeth. The feeling swirled inside of his tummy and frightening thoughts clouded his eyes. He could see no other dwarves but these two who had become his only focus. A laughing Kíli whose brown eyes met him and turned from mirthful to concern. Next to him was Thorin, gently stroking his cheek with a finger before following Kíli's gaze and crossing eyes with Fíli. The blond dwarf clearly was agitated and uncle and nephew grew silent under his heated stare.
Thorin finally broke the silence. "What is it, Fíli?"
His voice sounded low and calm, like honey dripping from paradise into a stream that washed Fíli's feet and tried to make him tumble over. But he would not be subdued this easily. The light-haired dwarf focused on their King solely and replied with less than grace.
"I've always thought you found my brother more important than me."
Thorin nodded in false understanding and silently flattered himself. "So it is jealousy I sense."
"No, not jealousy. I've always sensed you preferred him over all of us. Now I know why."
"And why is it, nephew?"
Kíli was awfully silent as his uncle and brother bickered. The other dwarves had turned to whispering but it was obvious that none of them planned to interfere.
"I can't believe I hadn't seen it before. How could I have been so blind?" Fíli said.
His uncle's expression remained hard and his eyes cold.
"We're all blind for the things we do not wish to see."
Fíli cried out in rage.
"That's not how it works, Thorin." He reached for his dual swords and hissed at the older dwarf. "That's my brother we're talking about and I will not let any man touch him like that nor harm him. Not even his uncle." He pointed the sword at Thorin's throat and lowered his voice. "Not even the king."
Now this last statement by Fíli made the whispers around him grow louder as the other dwarves started to debate whether or not it could be considered a serious crime to have a relationship with someone closely related. Though Thorin ignored them, Fíli's rage only expanded at the whispers around him and with a loud cry he raised his swords and slashed them at his uncle.
The king gracefully stepped aside so the swords cleaved the trunk on which he had been seated. Kíli's eyes opened wide when he saw how close his brother had come and he quickly jumped off his side of the tree trunk.
"Brother, please." Kíli begged, but Fíli would not listen. The first-born had raised his dual swords again and unexpectedly had it meet with the elven sword his uncle now carried. Thorin had anticipated another attack and decided to strike back. Fíli's eyes locked with his and shimmered in the light of the fire.
Something uncharacteristic happened at that point, for the look of hurt and betrayal in Fíli's eyes, as well as the protectiveness with which he stood to defend his younger brother, triggered guilt in the King and he felt like he had to explain himself. Thorin's cold expression softened slightly and his eyes turned sad. He was being honest, and honesty was something the king had difficulty with portraying. Yet, in this rare moment he managed to be true and in a hushed voice whispered to his nephew, whose swords were still clashed against his own, those words he had never thought he would ever say to anyone out in the open.
"Listen, Fíli, I love your brother."
Instead of calming the dwarf down it only managed to enrage him more and with a loud scream Fíli had pushed his uncle a step backwards and swung his swords at him again.
Behind them the young dwarf who was the subject of their battle stood with shaky knees and trembling hands at his uncle's confession. He had known for many years that the king saw him as someone special, and since they had started to make love Thorin had reminded him on a daily basis how much he actually meant to the king. Therefore, Kíli had told himself, he would stick to his uncle's side and even die with him if necessary. He needed no one else, just his uncle.
But to hear that one true word, the word of love, from his uncle's lips had set something on fire inside of him and made him feel weak. He knew Thorin was painfully right. What they had was love, and it would always be.
In front of him the battle continued. Fíli struck for Thorin and this time managed to cut the man's arm. Thorin let out a battle cry, low and vibrating, before he hewed at his nephew with his sword. He didn't want to hurt Fíli for he respected his protectiveness. He actually wanted Fíli to be around them for as long as possible, only then he would be guaranteed of Kíli's safety for he knew that despite all his talents the young dwarf was not ready to fend for himself. He needed someone to protect him. And that someone was Fíli. Therefore, killing or injuring the older brother would be futile and counterproductive. But alas, he wasn't a man of much talk and so he shouted at Fíli and hewed again.
"I will not let you get away with this," Fíli shouted as he aimed for the King's leg. The dwarves around them had formed a circle and were watching in awe. "You cannot claim you love my brother when you're nothing else but a pedophile, a rapist, a dirty, scumbag of a king."
"Choose your words wisely," Thorin retorted while he dodged another blow. "The words you use have no relevant meaning to me. I am guilty of none."
"But you are." Fíli cried out as the tip of Thorin's sword pierced his shoulder. He then thrust the sword held in his good hand at the king who had to take a jump backwards in order to dodge. "You are all of them and if you ever dare to lay another finger on my brother again I swear I will murder you."
The king let out a low laugh, though their situation wasn't funny at all. He admired Fíli's strength and attitude, but at the same time he regretted that all of the boy's anger was directed at him.
"Stop." Kíli shouted at them. He could see things were getting out of control and feared for the safety of both men. His brother was already bleeding, and his uncle's clothes were torn. One of two slashes more and one of the dwarves could get gravely injured. "Just stop."
But both men didn't listen to him and with gritted teeth and frustrated shouts launched another attack. Fíli lost the sword from his good hand and tried to hit his uncle by using the sword he still had. Unfortunately, the shoulder-wound made it hard for him to move his arm and the grip on the sword loosened. The sword fell to the forest floor, the handle hitting Fíli's own foot and making him wince. Thorin was on top of him instantly, which made the young dwarf flinch and grimace.
"Is that how you conquered him? Is that how you poisoned his mind with words of love, uncle?"
Fíli's words pierced the king's heart more than any sword ever could and he growled at the boy. The tip of his elven blade was now pressed against the boy's neck, his free hand on Fíli's chest as he sat on top of him.
"No," He whispered, "I never took anything your brother didn't wish to give."
"Stop, please." Kíli's desperate pleas finally met recognition and both dwarves turned their heads to look at him. Two pair of eyes met the dark chocolate ones of the young dwarf whose breathing hitched. Those eyes he met were filled with love. Love that was meant for him.
"No more fighting." Kíli said after recomposing himself. He stepped over to where his uncle had tackled his brother to the floor and held out his hand. The king looked at it indecisively and confused. But after a moment of thought he reached out and took Kíli's hand in his own, allowing the young dwarf to haul him up to his feet.
The man instantly flung his arms around Kíli and pulled him for a hug. The action made their spectators go 'awwww' and smile affectionately. Fíli, who was still on the floor, groaned and turned his head aside. But he wasn't ignored for long because as soon as Thorin had let go of Kíli the young dwarf had knelt by his brother's side and placed a hand on his injured chest.
"It's your shoulder, brother. It'll heal fast." He whispered gently as his right hand brushed a strand of dirty blond hair out of the dwarf's face. Fíli smirked up at him. "And the wounds in my heart. Will they heal?"
Kíli's lip trembled and instead of replying he grabbed his brother's face in both hands and nuzzled his nose against Fíli's.
"I see," The older one whispered, "You really do love him, don't you?"
A teary-eyed Kíli nodded which made Fíli smile. Perhaps he'd been wrong to judge so fast and without any further investigation. Perhaps he'd been wrong to attack Thorin without considering both men's feelings. "Perhaps I should apologize." Fíli finished his thoughts.
Kíli smiled, then laughed, and cuddled his brother close who hissed as some of the armour was pressed against his injury. "Be careful, bro." Fíli said, smiling.
Thorin bent over the two boys and rested his hands on his knees. His dark hair fell over one shoulder like a curtain, his blue eyes were kind and his lips twitched into a faint smile.
"I had expected no other reaction from you, Fíli, son of Dís." Thorin held out his hand for Fíli and helped him up, both were laughing now. Kíli smiled up at them.
An arm circled around the young dwarf's waist, then another as Thorin and Fíli held him. He was trapped between the two but didn't mind, he merely laughed out loud. His laugh was silenced when he was kissed on the nose by Thorin.
"All is well now," Kíli stated as he glanced from one man to another. "and I love you both."
The hug tightened before Fíli let go and Thorin returned to the campfire to find himself a new place to sit. The two brothers exchanged a glance and Fíli silently gave Kíli permission to sit next to Thorin again. The young dwarf eagerly did so and pressed himself against the older man. To his surprise he could feel a rough hand gently taking his own and looked up to see Thorin stare at him.
"The word is out," the king said, "I figured we can hold hands in public now."
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MissGoodPage (The author who never checks but just uploads her crap)
It is a well-known fact that hobbits have exceedingly large feet. They are always bare and can endure rough surfaces as well as smooth ones. The use of them differs greatly per hobbit as some merely use them to walk and others are keen to explore the more sensual areas they could be used for. Wiggling them is one thing, spreading the toes another, and doing these things combined when placed against another man’s crotch is just another kink only a select group of hobbits found delight in.
Bilbo was one of these hobbits and when given the opportunity he would gracelessly slung his feet around to ‘accidentally’ brush against another man’s thigh, as he did now while moving behind a fallen tree trunk. He saw his opportunity and with his eyes fixed firmly in front of him he carelessly flung his right leg and moved his large hairy foot.
Toes wiggled against the rough layers of clothing his victim was wearing, but all these layers of fabric would not make him insensitive or ignorant of the assault.
With his lips clipped and a stern frown on his face, the hobbit pretended like nothing out of the ordinary was the matter as he clutched the two bowls of food close to his chest. His foot moved, brushed against the other man, and started to feel warm. The hobbit parted his lips.
It is no wonder that, when the two dwarf brothers were watching the Trolls taking two of their ponies off into the far distance, one of the brothers paled and froze on the spot. His dark eyes large and betraying his shock, Kíli grabbed the tree trunk in front of him hard and tried to subdue a moan.
The reason that had caused him to react in such a manner was a peculiar action by the small man at his side. It was an action that had come unexpected and unwanted, but that slowly turned into an action the dwarf began to savour.
Yet he could not let anyone know and instead of rousing his brother’s suspicion, or making a fool of himself by not reacting at all, he kept his stare in front of him as he replied blandly:
“What did you just do with your foot?”
Against all expectations the hobbit did not remove his foot from that hot spot and just glanced at the dwarf by his side with an unreadable expression.
“You don’t like it?” He asked, causing the dwarf to stutter and be utterly confused.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just,” he hesitated, “odd?”
The word he had settled for wasn’t probably very accurate to describe his actual thoughts but it was all that could escape him. The hobbit showed him a look of concern.
“I can take it away.” He murmured in a low voice so Fíli wouldn’t hear.
“No, don’t you dare.” Kíli’s harsh whisper surprised them both. His voice had been firm, his tone demanding which made the hobbit smile.
“All right.” Though Bilbo didn’t flush and turned his attention back on the trolls, a knowing smile still on his lips, he enjoyed the forceful way in which Kíli had spoken to him and had to suppress a shudder at the sound of the dwarf’s low voice. He had no idea Kíli could be this demanding, or arousing for that matter, and only blushed when he knew that the dwarf’s eyes weren’t on him any longer.
“They’re taking the ponies.” Fíli cried, and he pointed at the trolls. The two snapped out of their reverie and Kíli was the first to move, pressing himself closer against Bilbo’s foot and then broke contact. The hobbit let out a small sigh and glanced over at Fíli who hadn’t noticed anything that had happened between the two.
“We must get them back.”
Bilbo had no idea he’d be the one to do this job.
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I'm making it all up as I go along....
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Summary: Bilbo/Kili, Frodo is their son
Haven’t read the Prologue yet? Read it HERE |or Read Chapter 1 |
As inspired by: Kink Prompt on LJ HobbitKink
"Chapter II"
The next day came all too fast and as Bilbo awoke by the rowdy din of the dwarves and the bright rays of sun he realized he had actually managed to get some sleep last night. After the intimate moment he had shared with the youngest dwarf the company counted he had not expected to catch some sleep. He had felt confused and cold and had been convinced that even as he cuddled himself he would not be able to find the warmth needed to let sleep claim him. He'd been wrong and sat up, shook his head, and made some awkward noises to ensure he truly was awake.
"There you go, my lad. Had a good night's rest?" Dwalin offered the hobbit his hand and pulled him up to his feet.
"Yes, better than I had imagined actually."
Bilbo's eyes scanned the area and he noticed how he was the last to rise. It embarrassed him slightly and he nervously started to swirl the ribbon of his bag around his finger.
"Well, it's been your first night here in the wild. I guess it's only a good start." The dwarf waggled to his pony and prepared the creature for the day's journey. Now free from attention, Bilbo dared to openly look around him in search for one dwarf in particular. But his smile diminished when he saw twelve dwarves but no Kíli.
A hand on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts and he looked up to meet the grey eyes of the wizard. "It delights me to see you have slept so peacefully."
Bilbo brushed the wizard's hand away and nonchalantly stepped aside, looking anywhere but at the tall man. "Not thanks to that jolly bunch." He gestured at the fellowship. "Did you notice they eat flies when they're snoring? And then they come out alive? I can only imagine how it must look like in their lungs."
Gandalf laughed. "Don't let them know that. I think it's far safer if they aren't worried about their sleeping habits. Are you up for the ride?"
With a smooth motion the hobbit had swung a leg over his pony and eased himself up. "Yes. Very ready. As ready as can be." He patted Myrtle's side and smiled. "Another handkerchief would be nice."
The tall wizard turned away from him and with a grin on his face made his way over to the only horse in the field. "I'm proud of you, Bilbo Baggins. You appear to be more of a Took after all. Keep it up, keep it up."
The encouragement made Bilbo swell with pride and he felt courage return to him. Although he longed for his quiet life at the shire it were words like these that made him feel like he could be part of the company and that he could do this. He could be a proper adventurer.
And he could always tell the other hobbits he had rode a proper horse instead of a pony. A little lie could do no harm.
He smirked at the thought while joining the group of dwarves and following them through the fields. The sun had come out fully and surrounded them with light. Some of the dwarves closed their eyes to enjoy the softness of the sun while others nudged each other's side to gain attention and shared stories about food. Bilbo was riding between Oin and Gloin and without any sight of Kíli he decided to close his eyes as well and let the others lead him.
The little cavalcade was winding its way across the meadows. Birds chirped as if to greet them on their way and the occasional sound could be heard of Gandalf as he ducked to protect his head and hat from a low hanging branch, sounds that made the hobbit feel perfectly at ease.
"Hey."
Bilbo's eyes flew open and he turned to look at the man who had come to ride next to him. Something inside of his stomach fluttered and manifested itself by repeating the same motion with his lashes. The rapid blinking of the hobbit made the dwarf at his side smirk.
"I hope you slept well." He was not going to tell the hobbit he'd been watching him all night, for as long as his own consciousness had allowed him.
"I did, brilliant actually." Bilbo smiled at the dwarf. "I hadn't seen you up."
The worried tone wasn't missed by Kíli who was eyeing him sidelong. "They wouldn't have left without me."
"No, of course not. How could I be so silly." Bilbo shook his head and licked his lips. He was trying to find a way to sound less dim. This was only his second day journeying in the company of the dwarves and so far he'd been saying and doing all the clumsy stuff. To imagine that dwarves weren't famous for their wits! What would it make of him? Less intelligent than a dwarf? "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant it that way."
"Would you stop apologizing?" Kíli was smiling up at the sky and tugging at the reigns of his pony. "There's no need to. They wouldn't have left without me or without you. We're all under contract, remember? They wouldn't just go away."
Bilbo felt strangely at ease when the dwarf told him that.
"Anyway, I'm looking forward to see you tonight." Kíli winked at the hobbit and with a short command the pony galloped to the front of the line were his brother Fíli was trotting.
It had all happened so fast that Bilbo was still blinking and wondering if he had heard the dwarf correctly while the other had already left his side and was now engaged in conversation with his brother. He could hear Fíli's and Kíli's laugh and turned crimson. Quickly looking down, he gripped the reigns in his hands and whispered to the pony.
"I'm not going mad, am I, Myrtle?"
The pony neighed as if saying no and Bilbo sighed.
"Well, that's a relief for sure."
As morning turned into noon the company formed a long line of ponies and looked at the sky above. Thick clouds had gathered and an unpleasant chilly wind had started to blow. Bilbo was disappointed by the lack of conversation he had in this position, pony lined after pony, for it only allowed him to talk to Gloin and Oin and they were both too busy being lost in their own thoughts. Kíli had moved from the front of the line to the back and his brother had followed. Though Bilbo wanted to talk to the young dwarf he saw no opportunity to and regretted that the dwarf was now riding somewhere behind him where he could not see him. He hung his head low and when a drop of rain touched his curls he frowned.
"Wet." He muttered.
The pony made an uncomfortable noise.
"Wet?" Bilbo looked up to see that more and more drops of rain started to come down and groaned. "Great, a shower." The sarcasm could not be missed while he tried to hide himself underneath his own coat. Naturally it wasn't working. As more and more rain started to pour down on them the dwarves behind him grew restless and questioned Gandalf's skills as a wizard.
The story Gandalf then started to tell was fascinating and the hobbit temporarily forgot about the rain and leant forth on Myrtle. "How many are there?" He asked. "How many wizards?" He was eager to know everything.
"So Radagast the Brown? Is he a great wizard or is he more like you?" A faint giggle reached his ears from behind and he half-way turned his head to glance at the source, but stopped himself. He could guess who it was.
"I'm sorry."
He had to apologize to Gandalf first for saying once again something that came out completely wrong. He had not meant to insult the wizard.
His apology was followed by a tiny voice inside his head.
"Would you stop apologizing?"
Bilbo shivered. He waited for Gandalf to turn and look in front of him again before he dared to take a glimpse behind him. His eyes met dark ones, a few ponies behind him, and his lips parted in a sigh. Kíli must have been thinking it and he must have heard it. He really had to stop apologizing.
Bilbo quickly turned to the front and spurred his pony to go faster. He felt odd and itchy. Somewhere between the moment the dwarves had arrived on his doorstep and now a young dwarf had managed to get inside his mind and it frightened him.
"Gandalf?" His voice quivered but luckily for him the wizard pretended he had not noticed. "Yes, Bilbo?"
"Could you perhaps tell me some more about how wizards live? Do they get families and such?"
Myrtle saw an opportunity to pass the two dwarfs in front of her and brought Bilbo closer to the wizard who sat hunched on his horse.
"Of course I can, young hobbit." Gandalf's kind smile betrayed his will to comfort the lad. Being the wise wizard he was he already knew what was going on between the young dwarf and the burglar hobbit. "Come by my side and I shall tell. The road is wide enough here for two."
As the hobbit joined Gandalf's side a pair of dark eyes followed his back.
"Kíli, Kíli?" The young dwarf hummed and had to tear his eyes away from the hobbit's frame to look at his brother. "What?"
Fíli let out a sigh. "You seem a little absent-minded ever since the journey started. I wonder if it was such a good idea for you to join. You're still very young after all."
The dark orbs narrowed and thin lips formed a tight line. "I am old and strong enough to do this, Fíli. I will not be denied this quest."
His brother quickly waved his hands. "It's not that I meant you aren't up for it. I know what you can do and I love your company. You're the only one who can make me smile like this. At least the journey will be fun when you're around." Fíli's words returned Kíli's smile. But then the blond continued more gravely. "It's just that I want you to get out when it gets too dangerous, do you hear? You're my only brother, Kíli, and a heir to the throne. When things get too dangerous I want you to be safe."
Kíli's frown deepened as he fisted the reigns, his knuckles turned white. "I know, brother. I know." Slowly his eyes moved back to the hobbit so many ponies ahead of him. "I don't want you to get hurt either."
His words lingered in the air and for a moment Fíli wondered if they had been meant for him or for another of their company. His eyes followed his brother's gaze and came to rest upon the laughing form of the hobbit who was wildly gesticulating as he questioned the wizard about anything he could think of.
"I see." Fíli said. "You wonder about the burglar's safety." His right hand reached out for his brother and he took Kíli's hand in his own. "We will all look after him, brother. If only because he adds some variety to our company and he lightens the mood."
Fíli's smile was heart-warming and Kíli could feel a blush spread on his face. "He does. He's quite something."
Fíli agreed. "He's quite something indeed." And he gently squeezed Kíli's hand. The dark-haired dwarf looked down at the reigns he was holding and Fíli took this as a sign to give his brother some space. He pulled his hand away and led his pony ahead of Kíli, forming once again a line and leaving the young dwarf to his thoughts.
Bilbo didn't seem to notice. He was entranced by the wizard's stories and completely focused on the old man. The two exchanged a smile and despite the rain and cold wind the dwarves felt warm at the sight of the wizard and hobbit riding together and laughing.
At this point their journey didn't seem so bad.
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By yours sincerely,
MissGoodPage (The author who never checks but just uploads her crap)
