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A Long & Quiet Darkness by WithywindlesDaughter  Chapter 26 “Of Bread & Mater” on AO3

What did he say to him? I love you. Please wait for me. Don’t let Thorin touch you. But he could not say those things. Certainly not in a letter if he had not said it in person. He had no right to say those things, but he wanted to. He wanted to offer Kili his bead and bite a mark into his neck for everyone to see. He wanted to show everyone that this was his mate, the one that he loved and who loved him in return. He was worried Thorin would take action in his absence. Or that his amad would do something to frighten his off. But he couldn’t say any of that in a letter. He took a deep breath to calm his thoughts, dipped the quill and carefully scraped off the drips before putting it to the paper.

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Gonna sit down to write...

Me: Got to get Fili and Frerin home to Erebor before something happen to Kili

Also Me: No! Got to find out why Frerin’s mother died so young!

Me: No, there will be no plot advancement until the boys return from Dale

Also Me: No! Got to find out what happened to Fili’s father!

Me: Get ahold of yourself! We don’t need any more sub-plots and side stories!

Also Me: Maybe it was... murder...

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Ocean Blvd: The Wedding Chapter IV - Our First Dance WithywindlesDaughter on AO3

Fili and Kili slid in through the door. “Bombur!”

“My boys!” He grabbed each of them in a bone-crushing hug. “Congratulations!”

“This is amazing!” Fili said. “I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“I would never let you two do it anywhere else,” Bombur answered. “Every employee gets a party on their wedding day.” He reached out and squeezed Kili’s shoulder fondly.

“Vieni qui! Vieni qui!” a voice called out from the back of the kitchen. “Lascia che ti veda.”  

“Nonna Galiana!” Kili made his way back to where a tiny woman with an apron and a black dress was working over a large pot. “You made soup?”

“Wedding soup.” She reached up and took his face in both hands and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Special soup for special day.”

“Thank you, Nonna. That means a lot to me.” Fili and Bombur came up behind him.

“Nonna insisted on making the wedding soup herself,” Bomber told them. “Had the pastina sent over from the home country.”

Nonna Galiana reached up and gave Fili’s dimples a sound pinching. “Such a handsome husband. You make a good catch. Be very happy.”

Kili looked at him and blinked back tears. “Yes I did. Molto felice.”

The next-to-last chapter on AO3.

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Ocean Blvd. The Wedding Part III: “With this ring I thee wed...” on AO3

They stood up straight and at attention, looking at each other as he said the words. “It is written that the greatest of all things – the most wonderful experience in the world – is love.  Fili and Kili, into your lives has entered a deep and nurturing love, and you have asked me to help you celebrate and affirm this love. We would call your partnership a Holy Union, for wherever there is love, God also abides…” A hush fell over the crowd seated in the benches. Fili glanced over at Ori, who was smiling pensively. They had deliberately chosen this ceremony in memory of their friend.

Balin carefully explained about the duties and obligations of marriage and of them taking their place in their community. He spoke of how they had proved themselves to be selfless and loving in the face of adversity, the storms they had endured and would endure in the future. He spoke of the reunification of families, of the new, larger family they were creating. Fili barely heard any of it. He was too busy trying to memorize every angle of Kili’s face, the way his brown eyes were shining at him, the nervous smile.

Balin opened his bible. “I will now read from 1 Corinthians 13:13: And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.”

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Ocean Blvd. The Wedding Pt II: Eating With The In-Laws  on AO3 

Finally all the little bags are stuffed and table decorations assembled, the tuxes picked up from the rental shop and the rings are sized, polished and tucked into their box. Relatives flood into town and are installed in guest rooms and hotel rooms. Ruth and Dis team up to fuss over their boys to distraction, Ruth approving of their new “conservative looks” while Dis takes a thousand pictures for her instagram account. Merry and Pippin are more excited about the post-wedding visit to Disneyland than the wedding itself. Everyone spends an impromptu afternoon on the beach, lounging on towels and blankets while the boys play at the water’s edge. Plane tickets and passports are tucked into suitcases pockets, tour reservations confirmed. Vows are nervously rehearsed in private.

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The Wedding Part I: What Have We Done? And so it starts on AO3

The Wedding. Oh, God. The Wedding. The hubbub over that upcoming event was causing Fili to second-guess all his life choices. Was it too late to elope to Vegas?

“You are too tense. How can I shave you like this?” The deep rumbling baritone belonged to Francesco, his barber. Once a month he indulged his favorite habit and made the trip to a full-service barber shop for a hot lather straight-razor shave and to have his hair trimmed. Dwalin had taken him for his first, just before he married Ori, and he had continued on the tradition. Now Bard sat in the chair next to him, getting his mustache and rather impressive sideburns trimmed. He knew Kili, Ori and Legolas would be hitting up their day spa for facials and hot stone massage. Gimli had decided against either option and mentioned possibly getting the date tatooed on his arm.

They had decided against designating an official Best Man or Maid of Honor. If he had a Best Man it would have been Dwalin. But as it was he had Gimli, Bilbo and both of his brothers to stand for him. Kili had Ori, Legolas, his sister and uncle to stand for him. Fili’s little nephews were coming as ring bearers and both of their families would be in attendance. That had caused Fili a lot more consternation than Kili, who had been out to his family before he left home. Ruth had carefully explained the situation to their extended families and made it very clear that anyone who had any objections could remove themselves from the guest list and one cousin and her husband had, but other than that everyone was behaving. Bilbo had made a special trip up to the wine country to do research and returned with wine by the caseload. He would be working directly with Bombur and Mirra on the catering while Bofur was bringing Bifur. Nori and Dori would also be in attendance, Dori had helped them pick out their tuxes and Nori had given him a line on a pair of beautiful rings. Several of the Queens of Long Beach would be in attendance, having become mentors for Kili and some of his friends from school as well. The chapel was tiny so the guest list was (thankfully) limited, but then there was still the afterparty.

He took a deep breath and relaxed under Francesco’s skilled hands. He loved this, really - the leather seating and wood paneling, the feel of the straight razor on his skin. There is nothing that was not masculine about this experience and it just felt right to him. This is my greatest luxury, Dwalin had told him the first time he had tagged along. It didn’t hurt that the ball game was on tv and men were quietly humming and conversing around him in contrast to the near hysterics he had been subjected to in the last few weeks. But now they were almost there and he could almost look back on it objectively. Francesco wiped his face off. “You look good with a clean shave. Now what about all this hair?”

Fili looked at his unruly mop in the mirror and ran a hand up through it. “A man only gets married once, Frankie. Let’s do it up right.”

The big man patted Fili on the shoulder with a hand that was surprisingly big for the delicate work it did. “Now that’s what I like to hear!” Fili relaxed into the smell of aftershave and the quiet sound of shears clipping away.

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Ocean Blvd - Side Stories

It was 9:am and Kili was lying in bed, staring the the ceiling. Engaged. He was engaged. Oh God… He rolled the gold ring on his left hand absent-mindedly. How was he going to do this?

The door opened and Fili entered with a cup of coffee and a danish. “Good morning.”

Kili smiled and pushed himself up on the pillows. “Good morning.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Dreading today.” Kili pushed the hair back and away from his face. “It’s going to be horrible.”

“What? Why?” Fili was struggling not to laugh.

“Have you called your mom?”

Fili pursed his lips. “I was waiting to do that.”

“Let me pee first.” Kili slipped from the bed and wobbled into the bathroom. Fili watched him walk, his beautiful lover now sporting a fine set of bruises on his hips and a hickey on his throat that would take a turtleneck to cover. He felt rather proud of himself.

Kili returned and sat next to him, picking up his phone. “I give this ten minutes at the outside.”

“That long? You know they’re all Facebook friends.”

Kili logged into his Facebook app and opened his profile, changed his relationship status from In A Relationship to Engaged to Fili Durinson and hit the Done button.

They both sat, Kili sipping coffee in silence and nibbling at his danish while Fili stared at his watch. At exactly seven minutes and thirty-two seconds Fili’s phone started vibrating in his pocket, making them both jump.

He swiped his thumb over the screen. “Hi Mom! Good morning. Yes, I saw it. No, I haven’t called anyone yet. You were the first person on my list to call. We were… we were waiting until we got done with coffee. I know it’s 9:30. We had a wedding yesterday so we got in late.” Kili pinched him playfully. “We don’t have a date yet, but we do have a ring. It’s a simple gold band. No, he hasn’t posted any pictures of it yet.” Fili pointed at Kili’s phone and gestured. “I’ll have him send you one right away.”

Kili’s phone went off. “Hi Mom!” Fili could hear the excited shouting on the other end. “Yeah, we’re getting married! I have a ring and everything. No, we haven’t made any plans yet. It just happened last night. Yeah, we celebrated. Does ‘Wynn know? She can be my Old Maid of Honor. What? I am not! But Mommmm… okay. I haven’t taken pics of it yet. Well, none that I can post. What?! Okay, pics, I promise! I love you too. K… k…. I will. Promise! K, bye.”

Fili fell back on the bed. “We need to shower and take a good pic of us with the ring.”

“We can post one of the ones we snapped last night.”

“I am NOT sending those to my mother!”

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Now posted to AO3

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The Reaction all Parents Should Have When Their Child Comes Out

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Me: I'm gonna sit down and write!

Also Me: Imma gonna write some Ocean's Blvd!

Me: No, I promised everyone another chapter of Darkness.

Also Me: Fili & Kili Wedding!

Me: No, Darkness!

Also-Also Me: Gimli & Legolas' Story!

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Because what’s a wedding without a First Dance?

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Have you ever painted yourself into a corner in a story by having all the main characters in different locations and they all have to wait a week before anyone can do like anything?!!!

“Fili sighed and gazed out over the terrace. Kili sighed and read his letter from Fili. Again. Thorin brooded... um, broodingly... time passes...”

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“A Long & Quiet Darkness”

Chapter 25 - “Letters Home”

on AO3

The morning saw two very concerned-looking Dwarves staring at a small roll of thin parchment that had come to them by way of raven from Erebor. The very same bird which was now hopping about on the stone terrace outside of their room quietly muttering to itself, having finished off the last of their breakfast tray. Fili and Frerin bent over, foreheads touching, like two worried dwarflings as they read the words in Inanda’s elegant script:

My most beloved Frerin, I am saddened to read your homecoming is to be delayed. I can only say how relieved we are to know you are only held over in Dale, and not come to some harm or misadventure. Kili and I will have only each other’s company until your return. We shall try to be good. Your Ûrzudel, Inanda.

And underneath that in Kili’s careful printing was:

Fili Ukrad, we miss you so much and hope you come home soon. Inanda and I are friends now and she is teaching me things. Please come back soon, Kili.

Zacharia stopped his work to read over their shoulders. “You are fucked.”

Fili sat up and glared at him. “Thank you for that.”

Frerin nodded without looking up. “I agree, we are fucked.”

“Because they are friends?” asked Paavo from his bed.

“Because we have lost all control over the situation,” Frerin waved the parchment at him. “See this? They wrote their letters on the same piece of parchment. That means they did it together.”

Oin chuckled where he was reading by the window. “You two are outnumbered.”

“How are they friends?” Fili asked his cousin in desperation. “When did this happen?”

“I don’t know!” Frerin glared at the parchment. “When they were doing… Omega... things?”

Paavo laughed. “But isn’t that a good thing?”

“No!” The two blonds stated together.

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A Long & Quiet Darkness Chapter 24 “News From Dale”

now on AO3

Thorin took a sip of the wine. It was lighter than the robust vintages the Dwarves favored, but still Fedelmid’s taste was superb. “I should warn you that the Iron Hills will be visiting soon.”

"I am not entirely certain our wine cellars have recovered from his last visit," commented Girion, pretending to ignore the look his wife gave him and his grandson’s snicker.

“I shall alert the home farms,” Fedelmid smiled. “And the Fire Warden.”

“Surely it was not that bad,” Thorin laughed. It had been a rowdy visit with only a few small incidents, the one in question involving a drunken display of torch juggling. The rest of the meal was spent in such lite conversation, with Bard telling Thorin about his work with the bow and the little boat his grandfather had gifted him with to sail about upon the loch. There was news from the Greenwood and from the Iron Hills as well as rumors brought with caravans from Rohan, Dale and Ruhn.

“So tell me,” Thorin turned to Bard, who was shoveling his second plate into his mouth with as much grace as possible for a boy who was still growing. “Has your grandfather taught you to use the windlance yet?”

Bard fixed his grandfather with a wide-eye’d stare, suddenly seeing the opportunity for something that had been hitherto been out of reach. He swallowed the large mouthful of food he had been chewing. “Not yet, but Father says when I am strong enough to pull a longbow he will teach me.” He fixed Girion with a meaningful look.

The King laughed. “Only our best archers are trained to use them,” he told Thorin. “They are too heavy and require a great deal of skill. We do fire them off on certain ceremonial occasions. But there is one on the Armory roof we use for the training of the guard if you would like to see it.”

Bard nearly levitated out of his chair, making Thorin laugh. “By all means! Let us go see.”

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