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“I still don’t see it!” Frodo whined where he was curled up at Kili’s front, knocking his head back against the dwarf’s chest rhythmically. “I thought you said their town was big!”

“It is little one, it is..” The archer lamented, leaning down to press a kiss to Frodo’s head despite the shireling’s dour mood. “Just be patient, we don’t have much further. Mahal, I know how badly you need a break, but I promise you we are almost there.”

The small hobbit looked displeased, but ceased in his squirming, sulking slightly as he slouched back against Kili’s stomach.

Bilbo couldn’t help but let out a fond chuckle as he glanced back from where he was riding, arms wrapped around Fili at his front. They hadn’t had a real rest in weeks, not since Bree, and their party’s resident shireling had been getting more and more restless with each passing day.

“Hold tight Frodo, we’ve only a little farther to go.” He called, watching with slight satisfaction as the hobbit-ling stilled under his attention, his miserable attitude fading a bit as he relaxed where he sat.

“Alright.” The small child relented, reaching out to grab at the edges of the saddle, his cheeks puffing up slightly.

Bilbo shook his head, returning to where he was pressed against Fili’s back, tightening his hands in their band across the dwarf’s firm stomach. “Told you we’d need places to stop with him.”

Fili made a noise of ascension, glancing back at the older hobbit with a small quirk of his lips. “And you were unsurprisingly correct. I’m afraid another day of this would unhinge the boy completely. He does not take to riding so well, it seems.”

“It just bores him is all.” Bilbo shrugged, leaning in closer to press his face to the firm span of Fili’s back. “Riding every day is tiring, even for us grown folk. He’s still not used to having to sit still for so long.”

“I can understand that.” Fili chuckled in front of them, urging his horse on as they carefully navigated the path down the canyon slope. There were high banks of tall grasses and bushes that surrounded the road at this height, preventing them from seeing much of the valley below.

“He’s also incredibly excited to see the elves.” The hobbit added almost as an afterthought, his body molded pleasantly to the dwarf’s back. “I bet you he’s getting impatient.”

The prince seemed to stiffen slightly at the mention of the big folk, but his attention remained dead ahead. After that, they fell silent for a few moments, before suddenly Fili called out, halting the party. “Wait.”

Ragnar came to a stop ahead of them, Kili, Dasil, and Foseil slowing behind. Bilbo pulled back from the blond’s strong frame for a moment, glancing around in confusion. “Fili, what is it-”

“We’re going to take a break here.” The prince announced firmly, already sliding off of his pony, leaving a startled hobbit sitting on the back of the saddle. “It’s the last stretch of green we’ll get before the path becomes too narrow. Let’s take advantage of this.”

“What-” Bilbo barely had time to object before Fili was reaching up to him, catching him by the hips and lifting to set him down on the path below them.

The rest of their small company followed soon after, dismounting their ponies and settling in the grassy banks around them. Bilbo shook his head in disbelief, watching as Fili winked at him, before the prince was walking over the green hill, stooping down by a bush laden with wild blossoms.

Suddenly it the blond dwarf’s intentions were quite clear, and the hobbit found himself flushing a deep crimson. “You stopped us for this?” He found himself asking, completely taken aback even as the dwarf returned, clutching some of the delicate blooms in his palms.

“Of course.” Fili gestured him down on the grasses, patting a patch in front of him as he dropped to sit amoung the emerald green blades. “We haven’t taken the time yet today, and if we’re going to present ourselves in front of those tree-loving fair folk, we’re going to do it properly.”

Bilbo shook his head with a hard laugh, opting to ignore the rather unpleasant tone that the prince had adopted while discussing elves. Instead he just stepped forward, allowing himself to drop down into the cradle of Fili’s bent knees, shifting right up to the dwarf’s front.

“Uncle Bilbo, Uncle Bilbo!” Frodo came dashing up from across the path, Kili bless-fully right on the boy’s heels. They were quite a ways from the edge of the cliff, but that did not make him feel any more at ease about having the little shireling racing around the grassy slopes.

Bilbo smiled as his nephew approached, taking note of what the boy had clasped in his tiny hands with a bright laugh. “What have you got there little one?”

“Flowers!” He exclaimed, dropping down to his knees in front of his uncle and allowing his arm full of colourful blossoms to fall to the grass beneath them. “For our hair.”

“Oh, how thoughtful.” Bilbo preened, reaching out to rub a hand over the child’s head in an affectionate manner. “Are they for all of us?”

“Yep.” Frodo scooted back a bit, reaching up to catch Kili’s hand where the young dwarf still stood, hovering above the hobbit-ling. “Mister Kili is going to do mine, while you do his!”

“That is a wonderful idea.” The older hobbit laughed, winking up at the archer as he was tugged down, slipping in between Bilbo and Frodo with a sheepish shrug. “Did you suggest this?” He asked the dark haired prince, spreading his knees a bit to accommodate for the man’s larger frame as he came to sit at his front.

“I did not actually.” Kili chuckled, already positioning Frodo in his lap as the shireling squirmed with a giggle. “I think he saw Fili start to pick them, and decided he wanted to join in as well.”

“Of course.” Frodo exclaimed, turning to crawl up Kili’s front, leaning over the dwarf’s shoulder to peer at his Uncle behind him. “How else will all the elves know that we’re a family?”

“Oh ho,” Fili scoffed at that, pressing closer to Bilbo’s back as he picked up a few strands of the hobbit’s hair, starting to weave the stem of a flower between them, “They would know little one. Flowers or not, we would find a way to show them.”

Bilbo made a squawking noise of embarrassment at the heavy implication in the blond’s tone, his cheeks heating up as he aimed a well-placed elbow at the prince’s ribs. “Behave.” He chided quietly, only to have the dwarf chuckle, the noise rumbling into his ear, low and pleasant.

“I meant no harm.” Fili assured him with a cheeky grin, dipping forward more to press his lips to the side of Bilbo’s face. He lingered there for a moment, before he slowly drew back to continue weaving through his hair.

“Either way, I think that flowers are a much more fun, and appropriate display of courtship.” The older hobbit continued, flashing Fili one last look behind him before he turned back to his nephew. Frodo was still propped up over Kili’s shoulder, clinging to the archer’s back as he watched his uncle carefully. “Wouldn’t you say Frodo?”

The little shireling seemed to think on that for a moment, before he nodded, patting his hands down across the expanse of Kili’s shoulder blade. “Lots of fun! And it looks nice too.”

“That’s right.” The bigger Halfling reached up, gently tapping his nephew’s nose and earning a soft squeak of delight from the boy. “So why don’t you settle back down and let Mister Kili get a start on those unruly locks of yours, hm? That way I can do his hair as well.”

Frodo made a bright noise of ascension, disappearing back down the dwarf’s front as he no doubt settled in the archer’s lap, already sounding pleased and delighted. Kili chuckled, shifting to lean back into Bilbo slightly even as he adjusted the shireling where he sat. “Are you going to make me look nice Mister Baggins?” The young prince teased, glancing back at the hobbit with a quick wink.

Bilbo laughed at that, tilting his own head back to give Fili more room to work as he felt the dwarf release the first blossom completely, having managed to firmly secure it in his curls. “I’ll try my best.” He shot back to Kili, dragging his hands up through the archer’s hair.

This was familiar, even within their strict travelling routine. As often as they were able, Fili and Kili would find a safe place to pause for a rest. These stops would often also miraculously coincide with areas containing a healthy variety of wild flowers. Inevitably the four of them would sit down in the grass, sprawled out in some comfortable arrangement of limbs, weaving blossoms into each other’s hair and taking some time just to…bond. While it often delayed their progress somewhat, it always served to make Bilbo’s heart swell with delight and did wonders to lighten Frodo’s overall mood.

The hobbit flushed slightly at the thought, ducking his head with a happy smile as he felt Fili shift up closer to his back. The older prince was starting on another braid, tucking blossoms inside the weaving curls with a pleasant hum. “I really appreciate you two always taking the time to do this.” Bilbo murmured quietly, knowing his voice would carry to both brothers as he worked a strange, red daisy into Kili’s hair at his front. “It means a lot.”

“Means a lot to us too.” Fili murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of Bilbo’s head.

“Makes it feel like we’re all connected.” Kili agreed, tilting his chin up slightly to catch a glimpse of Bilbo from over his shoulder, only to have the hobbit scold him lightly, readjusting his head to where he could continue working on the braid he had pinched between his fingers.

Even still, that didn’t stop Bilbo from beaming at the sentiment, finishing off one small weave before scooping up another flower and starting to carefully work it in with the first.

They were taking their time, their motions slowly, more relaxed than they’d been in weeks. Being so close to Rivendell, Bilbo felt for the first time that he could breathe easy and just enjoy the warmth of the glowing, afternoon sun. They had made it some ways, but their trip had been relatively easy so far. He didn’t doubt that they would have to face a few trials before they managed to find their way back to Erebor…to their new home. Yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but allow himself to feel at ease as they lounged in the grasses, thinking pleasantly to the elven city hidden in the trees just down the pathway.

It had been so long since his last visit, and he was unfathomably grateful to be doing so under such pleasant circumstances this time around. It was a wonderful break from his usual habit of falling into the company of elves in the most dire of conditions.

Now he would be riding in with strong company, a family, to stay with friends that he had longed to see for quite some time.

He knew the dwarves still had their reservations about visiting the elven city, but when Bilbo thought to Arwen and Lord Elrond, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement rush through him. Somehow, he was sure that Fili and Kili would warm to the people of Rivendell, especially while he and Frodo were there to smooth the way.

Bilbo beamed, a hard surge of happiness sliding through him as he fixed another flower into Kili’s hair, already reaching for the next.

While he was reluctant to admit it out loud, there was no deny that his hopes were high for this stay.

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“Oh wow!” Frodo cheered out, leaning forward over the top of the saddle as he scrambled for purchase over his pony’s neck and mane. “Kili look! Look at that!”

Bilbo let out a startled noise of concern from where they trailed behind his nephew, the older hobbit sitting in front of Fili, holding onto his reigns with a white knuckled grip. He didn’t have time to call out and warn the little shireling off before Kili’s arm had curled out, wrapping around the child’s small waist and tugging him back firmly to sit against his front.

“Careful now little one.” The archer chided, holding him firm even as he urged their pony on, trying to keep the bubbling hobbit-ling still. “Don’t want to topple over the edge before you meet any of the fair folk, do you?”

Frodo practically cheered at the mention of big people, wiggling around in Kili’s grip so that he could get a better look at the grand, elven city, sprawled out across the cliff faces and rushing waterfalls before them. The boy let out another high-pitched call of excitement, turning to beam up at the archer behind him. “We’re going to see elves, real elves!”

Kili had taken the lead when the first, delicately thatched rooftops came into view among the sea of rock and trees. He’d pointed the city out to Frodo as they approached, and the boy had been absolutely beside himself ever since.

“Oh wow, the river’s so far down.” The shireling chimed as he clutched to Kili’s tunic, gesturing to the side of the bridge as they eased their ponies up and onto it, leaving the curling, sloped paths behind.

“That it is,” the archer agreed, ducking down to press his face to the side of the child’s cheek, causing him to let a high pitched giggle as they clicked along the heavy stone bridge, “wouldn’t want you to topple off way down there would we? So just keep those hands and legs on the pony!”

“Alright, alright.” Frodo let out a delighted noise, easing back against the dwarf and stilling slightly.

He was behaving fairly well, all things considered, though Bilbo could see just how much he was itching to just bounce in his seat, his little legs kicking out over the side of the pony.

Rivendell was always a sight to behold, it’s gorgeous cobble-stone paths winding deep into the heart of a sea of delicate architecture. The older hobbit couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as they eased under the first archway leading into the elven city; this place had come to radiate both comfort and safety for him, and instantly he could feel the tension that ran as an undercurrent of adventure slowly start to ease off of his shoulders.

“You seem happy to be here.” Fili rumbled, sliding up close behind him and moving his hands around to rest over the hobbit’s thighs.

Bilbo felt his breath hitch, his hips shifting back slightly until he was plastered against the dwarf’s solid front. “I always enjoy my visits.” He admitted, tilting his head up to meet the prince’s eyes. “More so when you two are in my company.”

The blond let out a pleased rumble at that, leaning down to press his lips to the top of Bilbo’s head. The hobbit tilted his chin more to beam up at the prince, unable to keep his attention from the splash of color that was weaved through the blond locks, plaited above his rounded ear. He and Kili had made sure, with Frodo’s help of course, to braid a bundle of flower’s in the oldest dwarf’s hair before they’d peeled themselves away from their grassy rest stop. “You’re going to be on your best behavior right?” He chimed up at Fili, his grin twitching wide. “I am quite close to Elrond and his family. I would prefer not to offend them in any manner.”

“I’d promise you that I’ll be good,” Fili rumbled, slowly slouching over until his chin was resting on Bilbo’s shoulder, cheek brushing with the Halfling’s companionably, “but it would, unfortunately, be a complete and utter lie.”

Bilbo breathed in hard, feeling a warm heat settle in his stomach as the prince’s hands curled tighter over his thighs. “Would it now.”

“Mm.” The blond chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of the hobbit’s throat. “We’ll have our own room here. Our own bed.”

The hobbit let out a hitching groan of approval, shifting slightly until he was sitting back, fitted against the prince’s groin. “That is the most welcoming prospect I have heard in many weeks.” His breath caught in his chest when Fili rolled against him slightly, the motion teasing and soft.

It had been almost a month since they’d last been awarded anything even close to privacy, and they couldn’t risk a tumble while they camped; not with Frodo in the company. Even at rest they were alert and well aware of their surroundings, ready to move at but a moment’s notice.

Rivendell would be their first opportunity for reprieve in many long weeks, and would be the last for some time as well. They would have to take advantage of the rare opportunity to steal some time to themselves without worrying for the safety of the group.

Bilbo shifted slightly as a comfortable heat twisted in his belly. “Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“I do.” Fili hummed, the sound positively filthy as he fitted his lips to the shell of Bilbo’s ear. “I was hoping you might help me in a surprise for my brother.”

“A surprise.” The hobbit couldn’t help but gasp in slightly, a shudder creeping down his spine as the blond’s mouth slid over the sensitive cartilage, lingering at the tip.

Riding with Fili was proving to be…challenging.

Most days he was perfectly behaved, a regular gentleman in fact; making pleasant conversation with the smaller man at his back, or sometimes just sitting close behind the Halfling, a callused hand settled over his hip, that big frame a solid line of heat against Bilbo’ spine.

Other days, however, when they rode a ways from Kili and Frodo, or when Fili just seemed to find himself in one of those moods, were absolute torture.

The prince never pushed things to far, but he would certainly do enough to leave Bilbo feeling uncomfortably embarrassed and bordering on aroused, all day. However Fili never tried to act on any of the wicked deeds he would murmur into the hobbit’s ear at odd intervals during their travels, so while it made him flush scarlet, Bilbo could hardly find it in him to object. Really it felt more like teasing than anything, but sometimes it was downright wicked, and Bilbo had been dying for the chance to finally be able to do something about it.

“Mhm. You know how much he likes them.” Fili leaned closer, dragging his lips back now to press just behind Bilbo’s ears. “And I hear the elves of Rivendell braid some exemplary rope.”

“Mahal.” The hobbit let out a hard shudder, the name of the dwarven god slipping unconsciously past his lips. He started slightly, his face flushing beet red as his hands shot down, reigns and all, to urge Fili’s hands up from his thighs to his stomach. “Ah, we really-” he swallowed, sliding forward just a tiny bit on the saddle, shifting to guide the pony one handed, while drawing the other up to cover both of Fili’s where they were pressed to his belly, “there. We need to at least try to uphold the barest image of propriety for the first day, at least. Can’t lose our composure when we’ve only just arrived.”

The prince let out a rumbling groan, pressing one last kiss to the side of Bilbo’s chin. “Hard for me to be proper when you start invoking Aule.” He let his lips rest there for a moment before, with a low growl, he finally forced himself to pull back, digging his fingers in where they were pressed to Bilbo’s belly. “But if you insist. I am, as always-”

“-at your service.” “-at your service.”

They finished the sentence in unison, Bilbo tilting his head back to grin cheekily up at the dwarf behind him.

“You brat.” Fili accused with a chuckle, quickly darting back down to press a kiss to the hobbit’s upturned lips.

“You can’t even call me that.” Bilbo shot back accusingly, unable to hide his smile as he urged the horse on, turning his attention back to the city paths ahead of them. “By my people’s standards, I am far older than you are.”

“While that may be true, it does nothing to disprove my statement.” The blond rumbled, digging his fingers in just so on Bilbo’s stomach, causing the Halfling to twitch with a startled laugh.

“Cut that out!” He wheezed, squirming as he smacked at Fili’s hands with his own. “I swear I will elbow you if you don’t stop right-”

“Uncle Bilbo, Uncle Bilbo!”

Frodo’s voice cut through to them as the boy climbed up to hang off of Kili’s shoulders on the pony in front of them. He waved back towards where his Uncle and Fili were riding, his eyes bright and his smile wide and beaming.

“Uncle Bilbo, it’s the elves!”

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The fair folk who assisted them in stowing their mounts seemed to be taken completely aback by Frodo’s presence. They watched the shireling wearing open, curious expressions, following his movements with interest as he dashed about them on the cobblestone.

“They’re real!” The tiny hobbit exclaimed with a clap of his hands, moving up nice and close to a dark haired elven woman who startled slightly, before smiling down at the small child. He beamed back, gesturing at her as he reached his arms up as much as he could manage. “And they’re huge!”

“Frodo!” Bilbo scolded, thanking the elf who took his pony with a nod of his head, before hurrying off in the direction of his nephew. “I know you’re excited, but do remember your manners.”

“I will, I will.” Frodo hopped back a bit, gesturing wide and accidentally bumping into a passing guard. The shireling leaned back a bit, staring up at the man with bright eyes. “Excuse me.”

The hobbit-ling took a step forward, waiting for the elf to continue on his way, before turning to watch him go, making an excited noise in the back of his throat. “They’re bigger than anyone I’ve ever seen! Even bigger than those men in Bree! Oh, Sam will be so jealous when he hears and…look, oh look!”

Bilbo made a startled sound as Frodo bee-lined towards a hanging elven cloak, hooked outside the stables so that it’s edges dangled just above the ground. Thankfully he was saved from the possibility of further embarrassment by Kili (Frodo’s now undisputed favorite of the group) who dashed in to scoop the squirming hobbit up into his arms. He spun them around, shifting his grip on the child until he’d hoisted him over his head to sit on his shoulders, bracing him with a firm grip on his small legs.

The shireling let out a bright noise of delight, fisting his tiny hands into the dwarf’s thick, dark hair as Kili stepped back in line with their companions, finally managing to get a handle on the bubbling child. As he drew closer Bilbo could hear the young dwarf as he engaged the tiny hobbit, keeping his tone bright. “View’s better from up here isn’t it?”

“It is.” Frodo agreed, leaning forward and pushing his hands around the archer’s head until he had his little palms pressed to his brow, hugging him close. “Thank you Mister Kili.”

“You are most welcome.” The young prince smiled up towards Frodo, the expression somewhat reserved even as he squeezed the shireling’s calves reassuringly. He settled in at Bilbo’s side, waiting for Fili to do the same as their party gathered, ponies being led off one by one.

None of the dwarves seemed at ease, their shoulders tense and their gazes narrowed. Kili appeared the most relaxed of the bunch, chatting away to a very enthused Frodo; but Bilbo could see the tight edge to his smile, hard lines of effort pinching up around his eyes.

Fili was no better; his jaw line was set, rigid and hard as he surveyed the buildings around them, pressed close to Bilbo’s side. The hobbit shook his head and reached out to clasp a hand over one of the older prince’s, squeezing there reassuringly. “Relax will you?” He urged gently, a smile creeping up across his features. “No need to be so tense. I promise, we will be among friends here.”

The blond raised an eyebrow at him significantly, skepticism painted across his features. “Our record with elves has not been the best.”

“You’re friends with Legolas aren’t you?”

“I think friendship is a strong word for it but…I suppose. Even still-” Fili made a noise in the back of his throat, the sound torn between agitated and displeased, “you can’t really expect me to believe that they’ll want to make friends with dwarf kind.”

“They just might if you give them the chance.” The hobbit shot back, smile still ever present as he cleared his throat slightly, gesturing for them to move forward towards the steps, past a set of silent, stony faced guards.

The soft exchange between Kili and Frodo served to ease the company’s tension somewhat as they started up towards the main buildings, the little shireling making all sorts of delighted sounds over the sights of the steep cliffs and expansive canyon that was spread out before them.

They’d just reached the top of the stairs when a flurry movement caught their attention ahead, figures hurrying towards them from across a small court yard. At the head of the group of tall, immaculate folk was a familiar face, Bilbo’s heart catching in his throat slightly as she met his eyes and beamed.

“Bilbo Baggins!” She called, picking up her pace as she dashed up towards him, a bright smile across her features.

He grinned, unable to help himself as he drew away from Fili and Kili, hurrying up to meet the elven woman in a warm embrace.

Arwen dropped easily to her knees as she swept him up into the firm hug, a light bubble of laughter escaping him as he wrapped his arms around her in turn.

“Arwen.” The hobbit pressed his face to her shoulder, taking in the distinct sweet, floral scent, and delicate fabric her dress. “It’s been too long.”

“That it has.” She held him for a moment, before she pulled back, darting down to press a kiss to the hobbit’s round cheek. “It is beyond a pleasure to see you looking so well.”

Bilbo felt something sharp tug at his smile, the words sending him back to the last time he’d visited here, and how utterly shattered he had been. He flushed a bit, fighting to keep his expression bright as he gazed up at her. “A lot has changed since we saw each other last.”

“I can see that.” Arwen’s tone turned playful and she reached out gently, pressing the tips of her fingers to the spray of blossoms that were weaved through the hair at the side of his head.

His face burned scarlet and he felt a hot swell of happiness burst up inside of him when she glanced over his shoulder, noting the party at his heels.

“The little one must be that nephew of yours, yes?” She smiled a bit in wonder at Frodo where he was seated atop Kili’s shoulders, her hand already raising as she gave the boy a small wave.

The shireling returned it cheerily, which seemed to make the young dwarf holding him sour in turn. Bilbo almost rolled his eyes at the huff the archer let out, but Arwen only laughed, shaking her head as she returned her attention to Bilbo, dropping her voice slightly. “And if my eyes do not mistake me, those are the nephews of King Thorin of Erebor.”

He nodded to her, biting at the inside of his lips to fight back a cheeky grin. “Fili and Kili of the line of Durin. Heir Apparent and Prince, respectively.”

She took a glance back towards them, and he had no doubt that she had noticed the decorations in the dwarven brothers’ hair, and the matching one in Frodo’s dark curls. The woman nodded, humming to herself in an agreeable fashion before she turned back to Bilbo with a knowing smile.

“It seems to me that congratulations are in order.” She straightened, rising to stand as she turned to the group of fair folk at her heels. She spoke to them in soft elvish, and one by one they nodded, moving off into the building gracefully, their gazes occasionally sliding back to find the strange company standing in the court yard.

Bilbo met her eyes with a curious gaze when she turned back to him, inclining his head towards the retreating elves with a slight quirk of his eyebrow.

“They’re going to prepare something special for dinner.” Arwen shot him a significant look, placing a hand on his shoulder as the two of them began to walk towards the dwarves. “This is hardly an announcement to go without celebration.”

“You don’t have to-” Bilbo began, slowing their walk slightly as he glanced up at her in concern.

“Of course we do Mister Baggins.” She chided him, gently easing him forward as she glided along, her gaze fixed down at him with a fond smile. “What sort of friends would we be if we did otherwise?”

She turned her attention back to the dwarves in front of them then, and Bilbo could see the moment her eyes picked out Frodo once more, her expression shifting just slightly with the warm coloring of her cheeks. His nephew was meeting the look with an awed one of his own, gazing at Arwen with his big eyes blown wide.

Immediately Bilbo wanted to get the two of them acquainted, and he glanced over at Kili, flashing him an apologetic look, before turning his attention to his nephew. “I think maybe Frodo might like to come say hello. What do you say little one?”

For a moment the shireling looked torn. Kili stiffened slightly beneath him, and the child looked down at him in mild concern, running his hands over the archer’s hair soothingly. The dwarf seemed to relax a bit, and then Frodo made eye contact with Arwen once more. He smiled and began to nod, before he glanced back down to the prince below him, murmuring a quiet question. “Is it okay Kili?”

The archer looked startled, twisting his neck to glance up to Bilbo with his mouth twitching open. It wasn’t the first time Frodo had ever sought out the dwarf’s permission on something, but it was the first time he’d done so even after his uncle’s approval. “Okay? Of course it’s okay.” Kili managed, schooling back his look of surprise as he reached up, grabbing Frodo under the arms and carefully hefting him up off of his shoulders. As he set the shireling down he crouched along with him, an easy smile on his features. “In fact, I think it would be just plain rude not to say hello, and we have to mind our manners, right?”

“Right.” Frodo giggled a bit as Kili leaned forward, rubbing his stubbled cheek against the shireling’s before he turned little one around, sending him off in the direction of his Uncle.

Bilbo beamed at Kili as he sent the hobbit-ling on his way, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ at the dwarf even as he reached out for his nephew, gesturing him forward. “Come on then Frodo.”

The boy seemed to take a sudden turn towards shy, ducking his head slightly as he slid up just behind Bilbo, reaching out to curl a tiny hand in his pant leg. He glanced up at the woman coyly, his little cheeks rosy as he gazed at her with a dazed smile.

He seemed quite taken with her beauty, his breath catching on a small gasp when she knelt down in front of him, bringing them almost face to face. “It is a pleasure to meet you little one.” She murmured, and Bilbo could see his nephew relax visibly at the comforting tone. She smiled and continued on, extending a soft hand out towards the small boy. “I am Arwen Evenstar, a friend of your Uncle’s.”

The shireling smiled at her, glancing up to Bilbo one last time before he hesitantly peeled himself away from the older hobbit’s side, reaching out to fit his tiny hand into Arwen’s grip. “My names Frodo.” Then he paused, adding as if to clarify, “Frodo Baggins.”

Bilbo took a few steps back as the elf woman began to engage Frodo in a light conversation, the little hobbit-ling absolutely delighted by her very existence. It wasn’t long before Arwen had won Frodo over enough to scoop him up in her arms, marveling at his small size. Bilbo smiled fondly and flicked his gaze back to Kili where he stood, noticing the stiff set of the young dwarf’s shoulders. “Hey.” He eased up to the archer’s side, pushing onto his toes and dragging Kili down enough to press a kiss to his chin. “No need to be jealous.”

“I’m not.” Kili objected, but at Bilbo’s knowing look he sighed, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. “Okay, so maybe just a little.”

The hobbit laughed, shaking his head as he pushed up further, resting his hands on one of the prince’s shoulders while he pressed a kiss to his mouth firmly. “Don’t worry about it.” The Halfling drew back and let his gaze flick over to Fili at their side, raising an eyebrow suggestively as he continued. “We’ll find a way to make it up to you later.”

Kili groaned, chasing Bilbo back down for a few, chaste pecks. “That a promise?”

“Mm.” Bilbo grinned at the archer, before he flicked his gaze over to Fili once more. The blond was staring at them, something dark and heavy in his gaze. “You can count on it.”

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“Much as I hate te admit it.” Foseil started, gesturing with a fruit filled sticky bun, his beard kissed with crumbs and matted clumps of sugar. “These elf folk sure do know how te treat their guest.”

Bilbo hummed in agreement, leaning back against Fili’s side as he bit into a slice of candied apple. “They are incredible hosts, and even better friends.” He leaned his head up slightly, addressing the prince directly as he spoke. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

Fili grumbled, letting out a begrudging ‘I suppose’ as he sat back in their seat, a piece of sweet bread hanging half out of his mouth. The hobbit scoffed at the distinct lack of manners, reaching up and snagging the rest of the pastry right out from between the dwarf’s teeth. Fili made an offended noise, watching as Bilbo munched away on his bread with a mock scowl.

“Stealing food is a low blow my friend.” The blond warned him, leaning forward to squeeze at the hobbit’s sides playfully.

Bilbo squawked, just about choking on the pastry in his mouth as he tried to wiggle away from those tickling fingers, only to just topple off of the chair. Only Fili’s quick reflexes saved him from crashing down onto the floor, one hand wrapping around Bilbo’s waist to pull him up and flush against the dwarf’s larger frame.

“Easy there.” The prince teased, leaning down to press his lips to the side of Bilbo’s face, causing the hobbit to let out a puffing laugh. “Think the Elven drink might be getting to you a bit there.”

“No.” The Halfling countered, fitting both hands against Fili’s shoulders as the prince managed to haul the hobbit over and onto his lap. “I’m pretty sure you, my little lord, are the only think getting to me this evening.”

He shot an apologetic glance over to Foseil at their side, but the older guard wasn’t paying them any heed, lost in conversation with Ragnar and one of the Elven servers, who was listening to their boisterous stories with wide eyes and a careful smile.

“Little lord?” Fili shot back, shifting his hands to Bilbo’s hips, keeping the hobbit planted astride his thighs. The dwarf leaned in, pressing his lips to the underside of the smaller man’s jaw, his beard scratching against the bare flush of skin deliciously. “I’m sure you’d agree, there’s not much little about me.”

He rolled his hips up as if to prove the point, Bilbo’s thighs squeezing over Fili’s lap as he bit down on his lip, trying to fight back the surge of arousal that pushed through him. He flashed the prince a look, but the blond merely grinned, raising an eyebrow at him challengingly. With a scoff Bilbo shook his head, meeting Fili’s expression dead on with a small quirk of his lips. “You’re certainly shorter than your little brother.”

“Hey.” The blond sounded wounded, raising one hand up from Bilbo’s hip to press over his breast, just above the heart. “Low blow. There is no honour in cruelty, Master Baggins.”

“Oh, so I’m being cruel now am I?” Bilbo glanced quickly over his shoulder, noting the room was empty save for Ragnar, Foseil, and their captive elven audience. With a small grin he turned back to the dwarf below him, rolling his hips forward in one slow, firm movement that had Fili’s hands stuttering on his waist.

“Ah-” The blond’s breath caught before he let out a growl, forcing his eyes up and fixed to Bilbo’s own, “yes, yes you are.”

The hobbit grinned, leaning forward until his chest and stomach were plastered to Fili’s front, propping his chin up over the blond’s shoulder. His smile only widened as he leaned up a bit, his lips brushing against the rounded shell of the dwarf’s ear. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Fili let out a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as he braced Bilbo’s sides with his hands, fingers digging in firmly. “Oh, you bet your ass you will.”

“Mm. But not now.” The hobbit drew back, pressing his mouth to the dwarf’s chin before he reached down to the fingers at his hips, carefully easing them off one by one. “Wouldn’t want to disgrace our very generous host by defiling his fine sitting room.”

That caused Fili to pause, and slowly, reluctantly he let Bilbo slide off his lap. He didn’t allow the hobbit to get far, however, keeping one arm wrapped around his waist as he tugged him close to his side.

The Halfling felt himself grin as he leaned into Fili’s hold, relaxing against the cushions behind them and thinking idly back over the day.

Arwen had shown them to their rooms first, where they were surprised to find their packs had already been laid out. Each of the guards had their own bed chamber, suiting them all fine, having spent so much time in one another’s company for the past many months.

Bilbo, on the other hand, was politely informed by his elven friend that he would be sharing one of the masters with Fili and Kili. He’d been both embarrassed and ridiculously pleased with the gesture, smiling even as Arwen winked at him playfully. She’d even offered to keep Frodo company for the evening, and to stay with him in the hobbit-ling’s own guest chambers.

Frodo had appeared absolutely delighted by the offer, but Kili had objected almost immediately. He looked positively livid for a moment, before he caught glances from both Fili and Bilbo and reluctantly relented. The promise of privacy was enough of a lure to fight back the young archer’s apparent jealousy at Frodo’s adoration of Arwen. Though the dwarf hadn’t been impressed, he’d done his best to smile at the shireling and keep his demeanor companionable throughout the afternoon.

Once they’d all cleaned up and changed into clean clothing, Arwen had met them in the halls with a freshly washed Frodo and motioned them to follow her down to the dining halls. They’d met Elrond on the way, beneath the large arches of the hallway, and had immediately greeted Bilbo with a small hug. The elven lord hadn’t seemed all that surprised as he scanned the four of them, visibly noting flowers weaved into their hair. He had understood the meaning of the decorations well enough, but simply shook his head and opted to withhold all opinion on the matter.

After introductions had been finished, Elrond giving a familiar nod to Fili and Kili, greeting the three guards with a half-smile, and looking almost delighted by the tiny shireling clasped in his daughter’s arms, they began to make their way towards the dining chambers to settle down for supper.

The Halfling had no doubt that they would have to speak with Elrond formally about a few things before the end of their stay, but for the evening it seemed their hosts were happy to celebrate. The conversation had been light throughout the course of the meal, and the mood so pleasant that none of the dwarves could even find reason to sour.

Frodo, being the intuitive little hobbit that he was, had requested to sit with Kili for duration of his supper, something that had become a bit of a ritual for the two of them since the beginning of their journey. The archer had been absolutely delighted by the suggestion and Arwen had very easily agreed, handing Frodo over with a small smile.

The young dwarf’s mood had improved by leaps and bounds after that. He’d even willingly sat himself at Arwen’s side for dinner so that the shireling in his lap could still chat away with his new friend. Fili next to his brother, wedged comfortably between the archer and Bilbo, who in turn was framed by Elrond at his far side.

The course of supper had been incredibly pleasant as Elrond questioned them about their journey, only to eventually turn and fall into a conversation with Dasil about the frequency of recent Orc raids across the region. Arwen kept the rest of the occupied with the few other elves, moving about the room, and soon even the dwarves seemed to be enjoying themselves and their meals. Then afterwards they had all led to the sitting room to enjoy a series of specially prepared pastries and sweet, heavy liquor.

The conversation had lulled after that, and eventually the room began to clear out, one by one. Many of the elves left first, with Dasil and Elrond strolling out of the room leisurely, wrapped up in some discussion. Shortly after Frodo came dashing up to Bilbo, kissing his cheek and telling him that he and Kili were off for a tour of the city with Arwen and one of her friends. The hobbit had raised an eyebrow at that, but had bid both his nephew and the youngest prince fairwell, kissing the shireling’s brow before leaning up and pressing his mouth to the dwarf’s lightly. Then had watched with a smile as the two of them moved out of the room towards where Arwen was waiting.

He’d been beyond pleased to see the his elven friend include Kili in her interactions with Frodo, noticing how the dwarf visibly relaxed once he was in close contact with the small hobbit. The young prince took his responsibility for the shireling very seriously, and thus far would not suffer to be parted from him for very long. Bilbo found it beyond endearing, his heart swelling as he thought back to the way Kili had smiled when Arwen led him and Frodo out of the room.

Already he could tell it would be difficult for the dwarf to part with the shireling for the evening.

“We have to treat him well tonight.” He stated suddenly, pulling himself out of his thoughts and glancing up to Fili at his side. At the prince’s confused look he continued, elaborating. “Kili I mean. He’s just been absolutely perfect with Frodo, and I think we should…oh I don’t know, reward him for it?”

Fili lit up at that, a grin curling up his cheeks as he leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of Bilbo’s head. “That would be the plan.” He then glanced around, before bending over a touch more to set his mouth next to the hobbit’s ear. “I believe we have spent more than the required amount of time with pleasantries hm? Our hosts have already left, what reason do we have to linger”

“Where would you have us go?” Bilbo asked with a slight intake of breath, his hand reaching down to frame Fili’s where it rested over his hip.

“Well,” The blond pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, his grip tightening on the hobbit slightly, “I would have you go immediately to bed, while I run a quick errand of some necessity.” He leaned down further, pressing a kiss to the Halfling’s cheek this time. “I will not stray to come find you when I am finished.”

Bilbo made a noise of consideration in the back of his throat, tilting his head with a small smile as Fili’s lips pressed against his jaw. “Alright.” He conceded, carefully turning to catch the prince’s mouth with his own momentarily. “What about Kili though?”

“Mm, I’ll find him when the time comes.” The blond haired dwarf slowly eased himself away, pushing his chair back from the small table they were seated at, pillows slipping out from behind him and falling softly to the floor. “Come on then, I think it’s about time we to excused ourselves for the evening.”

Bilbo followed his lead, accepting a hand up from where he was sitting before catching Ragnar and Foseil’s attention, bidding them a quick goodnight. They grinned knowingly as them as he and Fili took their leave, strolling together a ways before the prince stopped, gesturing him on even as he disappeared down an adjacent hallway.

The hobbit didn’t dwell on the potential troubles that the blond dwarf could be getting himself into, instead just focusing on navigating his way back to their chambers, a hot swell of excitement roiling in his violently in his gut.

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When Fili finally found his way to the master he took Bilbo completely by surprise, dropping a bundle from his arms and barely waiting for the door to close before he was stalking forward, catching the hobbit’s face in his hands.

He bent down just as Bilbo gasped in sharply, pressing their mouths together with a surging heat that threatened to take the Halfling’s legs out from beneath him. He reached out quickly, catching his fingers in the fabric of Fili’s tunic and just holding there, struggling to keep his balance.

One kiss quickly led to another, then another as prince began to press him slowly backwards, his hands trailing first down Bilbo’s throat, then over his chest and stomach until they were fisting into the hobbit’s shirt. The motion sent a spike of arousal through the smaller man, his whole body jerking as he pulled back from Fili, the blond catching his lower lip between his teeth in one last, lingering scrape.

Bilbo gasped, fighting to contain a moan as he glanced up at the dwarf, his whole body lit with arousal.

“What about Kili?” The Halfling managed to complain, nevertheless relenting to Fili’s ministrations as the prince caught the bottom of his shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked inside his pant line. “I thought we were going to, ah-” his breath punched out of him as hands trailed down to work open the front of his trousers, causing his hips to roll involuntarily into the sensation, “I thought we were supposed to surprise him?”

“We will.” Fili assured him softly, already catching the fabric of Bilbo’s pants with his thumbs and dragging at them, stripping the hobbit down to his underclothes in one quick motion. With an appreciative groan the dwarf leaned forward, pushing down the top of the hobbit’s shirt with his nose in order to press a chaste kiss to his collarbone “We’re just going to get you sorted in the mean time.”

“We are, are we?” Bilbo groaned, his hands coming up to curl in Fili’s hair where the prince was mouthing over his shoulder, lips catching over the puckered scar there, causing the hobbit’s entire frame to tense with surprise and pleasure.

“Mm,” The dwarf straightened slightly, drawing back to set a hand against Bilbo’s chest as he gave the hobbit a firm push, knocking him off kilter. With his pants still trapped around his ankles he had no choice but allow himself to stumble backwards, shoving up onto the mattress behind him.

Fili crawled up after him and paused to draw Bilbo’s underclothes down too, taking them with his trousers and carefully working them off of his feet. Then, after folding them up and setting them to the side, the dwarf pushed forwards, sliding himself between the hobbit’s spread knees.

With their bodies pressed together he leaned up, catching Bilbo’s lips in another firm, lingering kiss. The hobbit made a noise of approval, unable to stop from rutting up slightly as Fili pressed down between his legs, grinding their groins together. The sensation left the smaller man reeling, his flesh feeling raw and exposed against the rough fabric of the dwarf’s trousers. He reached up, fisting one hand in the prince’s thick locks as he gasped into the kiss, squirming against the silken bed covers.

By the time Fili finally pulled back he’d left the smaller man breathless and dizzy, gasping as the dwarf started to move down his throat. He kept his hold on the blonde hair curled between his fingers. As the prince reached his belly he felt his whole body jump and he tightened his grip, tugging Fili’s head up slightly. “Wait, can we at least talk about this?” He asked breathlessly, keeping his hand nestled firmly in the dwarf’s hair. “I thought this was supposed to be a surprise for Kili, not for me.”

“Are you asking me to stop?” The prince teased, his fingers trailing down to squeeze over Bilbo’s hips, digging into his flesh slightly.

“No,” The smaller man gasped out, feeling his body give an involuntary jerk upwards, “no don’t stop just…” he groaned, scraping his nails against the dwarf’s scalp lightly, earning a low growl for his efforts, “just let me know what’s going on in that big, beautiful head of yours.”

Fili glanced at him slightly, raising his eyebrows as he began to sit up, dislodging the hobbit’s hand. “Did you just call my head big?”

Bilbo made an annoyed sound at the back of his throat, wrapping one leg around the back of Fili’s thighs as the dwarf came to kneel at his front. “That’s really what you’re going to focus on right now?”

The blond chuckled, shaking his head and releasing his grip on the Halfling’s hips, moving instead to fish for something inside of his tunic. “Well, you are a crucial part of this plan of mine, so I suppose I could suffer to fill you in.” He made a bright noise in the back of his throat, looking delighted as he managed to pluck a vial of oil from his shirt, beaming down at Bilbo. “Would that make you feel better?”

“It ah,” The hobbit blinked, his mind momentarily skipping over what Fili was saying as he stared at the lubricant with a small surge of heat in his belly, “I mean yes, it would.”

“Alright.” The prince looked positively devious, reaching out to grip Bilbo’s shoulder with his free hand, urging the hobbit to turn over. He hesitated at first, glancing up at the blond skeptically before he rolled so that he was propped up on his hands and knees. Fili then came up against his back, pressing a palm down in between his shoulder-blades until Bilbo took the hint and sunk down on his elbows, forcing his hips just that much higher in the air.

Fili made an approving sound and Bilbo could hear the cork popping out of the vial, the noise loud and echoing in the quiet room. “Tonight, Mister Baggins, you and I will be giving my brother a very, special, treat.”

Something wet and cold suddenly hit the bottom of his spine, sliding down between the crack of his ass in a slow, teasing dribble. He gasped out sharply when Fili’s fingers followed the lubricant’s path, smearing it against his flesh before he rubbed down, dipping into him with the rough pad of his thumb. The hobbit choked on a moan, pressing his face into his arms as his hips gave a subconscious roll back, incidentally impaling himself further on the thick digit.

It was a comfortable stretch, not even bordering on pleasure yet, but still it itched with so much promise that Bilbo couldn’t help the hard curl of arousal in his stomach. It wasn’t enough, and already he could feel himself aching for more.

However, before he could find the wherewithal to ask, Fili was already drawing his thumb out, replacing it with a finger that he sunk readily into the hobbit, causing him to whine out with a punching breath.

“What, ah-” Bilbo spread his legs a little further, pushing his upper body down into the mattress as he breathed in hard, “what kind of treat?”

Fili hummed noncommittally, crooking his finger against the Halfling’s prostate, causing his entire body to buck back, a white flare of pleasure slamming through him. “I think you know.” The prince rumbled, starting up a quick rhythm, pressing against that sweet spot over and over as he spoke. “This dance we’ve been doing around the topic has been cute, but if you truly want this, you’re going to have to be more frank with me now.”

The hobbit flushed hard, burning with embarrassent at being caught acting coy. He sucked in a hard breath, trying to calm the tremor in his voice as he turned his face slightly, pressing one cheek into the mattress so he could glance up at the dwarf looming over him. “We’re going to tie him up.”

The prince groaned at the statement, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of Bilbo’s chin, drawing his hand back only to slip two fingers in this time, spreading in open in slow, careful movements. “Close, very close, but not we. I’m going to tie him up.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of Bilbo’s spine, then dragging his mouth a bit lower, tongue lathing between his shoulder blades. “I have a different job for you this evening little one.”

Bilbo was struggling to pay attention, his stomach clenching hard as Fili drummed his fingers against that sweet spot inside of him, pausing the rhythm every so often to scissor out, stretching him in firm motions. He fought back the mix of emotions that swelled in his chest, turning his head again to try and catch the blond’s eye. “Whatever you need. I’m…I’m at your service.”

The sound that rumbled up from Fili’s throat was animalistic, his free hand coming down to curl around Bilbo’s waist, hauling the hobbit up and over his kneeling lap. The motion forced the smaller man’s legs to spread wide, stretching to straddle his strong thighs and instinctively Bilbo reached back, bracing by wrapping an arm back around Fili’s side. The prince shifted then the fingers inside of him, quirking them down sharper over his prostate even as he leaned up against the hobbit’s back.

“I need you to do something for me.” Fili growled, the arm braced around the smaller man moving until the dwarf’s palm was splayed flat across his stomach.

“What?” Bilbo asked through a hard swallow, digging his fingers in slightly where he held onto the prince behind him.

Fili leaned down and fitted his lips just behind Bilbo’s ear, his hand dragging up the hobbit’s front until it was clasped over the breast pocket of his vest.

“I need you to abuse your power.”

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It didn’t take long for Bilbo to start to feel the slight tugging itch of regret for agreeing to go along with this ridiculous plan.

He knelt in the plush chair in the corner of the master guestroom, his arms crossed over his chest as chilled bumps prickled up across his exposed skin. He’d been alone for some time but his body still lingered with the blush of arousal, only sheer self-restraint stopping him from just giving in and relieving himself in the quiet evening air.

He resisted, keeping his hands rooted firmly over his thighs as he hunched his shoulders up, focusing on the rope that sat out on the bed at his side, coiled carefully in the heart of the silky sheets.

Before he’d left to find his brother Fili had been sure to prepare Bilbo for the upcoming encounter; he’d described in detail the particulars of his grand idea while he fingered the Halfling far more thoroughly than was strictly necessary.

Then he’d helped the smaller man strip down to his skin, watching the hobbit roll the smooth ring across his palm as he contemplated the thing carefully. Fili had reached down, sliding his hands around Bilbo’s to close it and pressing a kiss to the curly top of his head. With that he’d left, and slowly, reluctantly, the hobbit stepped back to sit in the chair, hands clenched in front of him on his lap.

It seemed like an eternity before he heard any noise beyond the room, his ears straining in the soft, bubbling silence that rolled through the calm city. He just about jumped out of his skin when he finally heard it, a distant murmur of familiar voices that rang through the halls outside.

He felt his breath catch, subconsciously drawing the ring out of his palm as he eased up further onto his knees. He held the smooth band of metal between his fingers, one tip poised within the golden circle. There was a rumble of laughter, and then Kili’s familiar tone bounced down towards the room, causing Bilbo to tense hard.

He waited until the very last second, watching for the first hint of the doorknob turning before he slipped the thing on, feeling himself melt away from sight where he sat, poised atop the chair.

Not a moment later Kili came spilling into the room, chuckling as Fili slid up behind him, grabbing the archer and turning to pin him against the closing door. Bilbo had to fight down the hitch in his breath as he watched their mouths slot together, the younger dwarf melting into the kiss with a moan as Fili reached out, fiddling with the lock until he managed to slide it shut with a resounding click.

The older prince didn’t seem inclined to wait for pleasantries before he started to divest his brother of his clothing, fingers working over the fastenings of his tunic with a skilled and practiced ease. Kili didn’t protest, simply curling his hands in the blond’s hair and tugging hard, urging him deeper into the kiss.

Bilbo couldn’t help but sit deeper into the back of his seat, his face heating up and a hot curl of arousal punching through his gut as he braced himself breathlessly. While there was a lot that he had experienced between the three of them, this was the first time he had ever seen such a raw interaction between the two brothers; their movements sure and familiar as they pressed into one another, breathing shallow between the slide of their lips.

It didn’t take long for Kili to start divested his brother of clothing too, peeling away layer by layer with a series of delighted noises. Bilbo was so invested in the sight before him that he was actually jarred when suddenly the archer pulled away from his brother, looking confused and searching the room. “Fili.” The young dwarf stated, a frown pulling at his lips. “Where’s Bilbo?”

The hobbit felt his breathing catch and he had to shove a hand quickly up, plastering it over his mouth as he fought to stay silent through the tight swell of arousal that slid into him. He felt warmed and overwhelmingly pleased that even at a moment like this, the brothers still thought about him. It took everything he had not to shift, his cock stiffening further while he struggled to find composure.

“He’s otherwise indisposed.” Fili told him fondly, his tone so convincingly solemn that Kili instantly believed him, his expression slightly crestfallen.

“Should we wait for him?”

“No.” Fili shook his head, pulling at the lacings of the younger dwarf’s trousers, dropping them to the floor and leaving him clad in nothing but his underclothes. “Let’s just get started. He can join in when he gets back or, if he wants, he could watch.”

Kili shuddered hard and let out a soft noise, reaching out to brace himself on his brother’s biceps.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you little brother.” The older prince wasn’t done, hooking his thumbs in the waist of the archer’s undergarments and shoving them down, leaving the younger dwarf bared completely to the room. “You’d like him to walk in and see what I’m about to do to you, to watch as I force you to come undone.”

Kili made a noise of desperation and pressed forward, chasing down his brother’s lips as they began to move back towards the bed, their motions jostled and rough.

Bilbo felt his heart stutter in his chest from where he sat as he watched Fili spin the two of them around, shoving his brother down into the mattress and crawling down on top of him. There the blond settled down between Kili’s thighs, pinning him firmly to the bed.

When they kissed again the archer keened, his hands sliding out to brace in the sheets beneath them. As he spread his fingers Bilbo watched him catch the edge of the rope, his entire body stiffening at the contact.

Instantly he was pulling away from Fili’s mouth, twisting and leaning over to try and get a look at what he was feeling. He didn’t make it far, however, before the older dwarf was bearing down on him, his hands sliding up to catch his brother’s wrists, holding them down against the bedding.

Kili let out a keening noise of disappointment at that, but contrary to the sound his legs spread wider, inviting the blond further down into the cradle of his lap. He didn’t try and resist his brother’s grip, simply breathing out a scoffing sound as he shifted against the sheets.

“You already know what that is.” Fili told him, his tone almost chiding as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to his brother’s chin. He paused there, and Bilbo could see his teeth catch on the stubbled flesh, causing the younger dwarf to arch and whine.

“Just because I know doesn’t mean I don’t want to take a peek.” Kili shot back cheekily, but the effect was lost with the wavering of his voice over a deep, hitching breath.

“Patience. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” The blond stated simply, releasing his brother’s wrists and leaning up slightly, nodding him towards the head of the bed. “On your back, hands above your head.”

The younger prince took to the command instantly, pushing himself across the mattress to lie at the head of the bed, a pillow cushioned beneath him and his arms lifted up. He grasped at the intricately carved headboard with his fingers curling and stared over at his brother, a challenging grin on his features.

Fili didn’t waste a moment. He was across the bed so quickly that Bilbo felt his breath catch, his hand still pressed down firmly over his mouth. Already he had a delicate braid of rope in his hands, crawling up next to his brother to start weaving it intricately around the younger prince’s wrists.

From where he was seated the Halfling couldn’t quite make out how Fili was knotting the archer’s hands together, but when the blond finally drew away he had somehow managed to bind Kili’s wrists completely, securing them in turn to the smooth, carved spokes of the headboard.

“Too tight?” The older dwarf asked, leaning back a bit to give his brother time to shift and adjust.

The archer gave a hard shake of his head. “Not tight enough if you ask me.”

“That, I can live with.” Fili grinned, reaching out to give his brother’s cheeks an affectionate squeeze before he was shifting, sliding down to snatch up a second piece of rope and settling by the younger prince’s feet. “Hold still.”

“Yes sir.” Kili shot back, giving his hands a testing pull where they were secured above his head.

The comment got him a hard slap across the thigh and Fili flashed him a warning look, already starting to fasten the archer’s ankles together. “If anything starts to hurt, you let me know okay?”

“Oh, I will let you know.” The young dwarf puffed out, unable to keep from shifting his feet slightly as Fili finished off the last of the knots, securing the soft elvish rope around him tightly. It looked delicate, but from the way Kili was straining , it was obviously strong.

Satisfied with his work Fili sat back on his heels slightly, surveying his naked brother where he was bound down against the bed sheets. Then slowly, painfully so, the older prince began to divest himself of the rest of his own clothing, throwing his pants off to the side and shucking his undershirt with a casual shrug.

Kili squirmed where he was forced to watch, secured down to the mattress, unable to get any closer to touch the older dwarf. Bilbo could understand his condition, reaching out with his free hand to grasp at the arm of his chair, steadying himself where he swayed, his body heavy with arousal.

Then suddenly the mattress was creaking as Fili shifted down next to his brother, a familiar vial clutched in his grip alongside two strips of leather. He carefully gripped his brother’s bound ankles, encouraging his legs to part as he lifted and ducked underneath them, settling between the younger dwarf’s spread thighs. “There we go.” The blonde hummed, settling Kili back against the mattress from where he knelt. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” The archer replied, his tone slightly snarky as he shifted against the sheets. “Would feel better if you stopped stalling and actually did something.”

“So impatient.” Fili made a disapproving sound in the back of his throat even as he took one of the leather straps, leaning over to wrap it around the base of his brother’s cock.

The noise that escaped Kili at that was positively broken, his hips bucking up as he strained against the bindings around his wrists. The older prince shushed him half-heartedly, finishing securing the strap before leaning back slightly, repeating the same ministrations to his own, hardening arousal.

The archer squirmed and panted heavily as he waited for Fili to finish up, his face heated up and flushed bright red, his pupils blown wide with arousal. Bilbo let his tongue flick out across his lips subconsciously, feeling his own cock lurch at the sight.

After what felt like an eternity the blonde leaned forward again and undid the top of the vial, tipping the container to upend its contents over his fingers generously. Kili watched the drip of oil along his brother’s hand with a high whine, his teeth biting down into the swell of his bottom lip as he tensed his bound legs around Fili’s waist.

Then suddenly the blond was reaching over with his clean hand, hiking his brother’s hips up to rest over his knees and bracing there as he slid in with the other, fingers trailing down between Kili’s spread legs.

Bilbo could tell the exact moment when the older prince pushed the first finger in, the archer keening suddenly with a helpless buck of his hips. Fili didn’t give him time to adjust, however, his arm moving as he started working into the younger dwarf, his rhythm quick and brutal.

It wasn’t long until Kili seemed to be coming apart at his very seams, breathing hitched and ragged as he struggled not to pull at the ropes around his wrists. It didn’t take long before he was stiffening again, Fili adding another finger and lifting slightly, pressing deeper into the young prince.

From where they were sprawled out on the bed Bilbo had a perfect view of the brothers, watching as the older dwarf eased the other open, his expression hungry and raw. Still the hobbit’s attention was constantly divided, slipping back to the younger of the two where he was bound down to the bed.

He’d never seen Kili like this before, so completely open and vulnerable. Realistically, he was sure Fili had a way to get the bindings on his brother undone quickly and efficiently, yet still…being so completely immobile showed a level of trust that had Bilbo’s breath hitching.

As he sat there with his heart pounding frantically in his chest, watching the raw, real interaction between the two of them, uninterrupted and heated in a way that made him feel almost like an intruder.

Then every so often Fili would look up from where he was working his brother open, eyes seeking out the chair by the bed, a knowing smile quirking up his features. That’s how Bilbo knew he was welcome there, wanted; a part of the plan, just biding his time and waiting his turn.

He smiled back every time, and every time he flushed red hot when he remembered that the blond dwarf couldn’t actually see him.

It didn’t take long from there for Kili to start to sound desperate, his breaths coming out in hard, whining pants as he babbled up at his brother, his tone pleading. “Come on, stop teasing me.” He complained, tightening his legs from where they were bound around the older dwarf’s sides. “Don’t make me beg for it.”

“Mm.” Fili sounded pleased, pressing in with what must have been the forth finger now, though there was a chance Bilbo had lost count somewhere along the line. “Begging sounds like a plan.”

“Fili.”

The blond just grinned, leaning down a bit more to wink at his brother. “That is my name.”

“Oh fine!” The younger dwarf let out a keening whine, tugging hard at the bindings around his wrists. “Please Fili. Please, please just fuck me.”

Fili let out a low moan at that, drawing his hands out of his brother with a wet slide. “See?” He stated, raising an eyebrow at the dark haired dwarf. “All you had to do was ask.”

“You’re horrible, you-” Kili started, but then the blond prince was reaching down, hefting him up by the hips and sinking into him in one, smooth movement, “oh, oh! I take it back. You’re wonderful. You’re fantastic and perfect, god I love you..”

Fili chuckled, leaning down to kiss the younger dwarf’s lips chastely even as he pulled his hips back, before rolling back in with a firm snap. “Love you too.”

Bilbo flushed beat red where he sat, hidden on the chair, the words seeming to slam straight into his heart and causing it to clench painfully. He’d always known how close the brothers were, and he knew that he had a place at their side, yet that did nothing to soothe the nagging, irrational fear that maybe in some way he didn’t belong.

He forced back the thought with a hard shake of his head, trying to keep his senses about him as he focused on the brothers, keeping his breathing calm and controlled. He shifted slightly and trained his eyes on the pair on the bed, finding with a hot punch of arousal that Fili had started fucking into his younger brother in slow, shallow thrusts, leaving the archer keening in frustration where he lay across the mattress.

“What’s wrong Kili?” The older prince rumbled, leaning down to press a light kiss to his collarbone. “You seem frustrated.”

“You’re being horrible is what’s wrong.” Kili groaned, his neglected cock flushed red and straining against the leather cord, wrapped snug against the base. He looked a complete wreck, his entire frame tense as he fought halfheartedly against the restraints that kept him pinned.

“No, I’m always horrible.” Fili countered, punctuating the statement with a sharp nip against the younger dwarf’s sternum. “Something else is bothering you. I can tell.”

The archer seemed startled by the observation, his face flushing impossibly darker as he stammered, flicking his gaze resolutely off to the side; which, coincidently, had him staring at the exact spot where Bilbo sat watching, sending the hobbit’s heart hammering hard in his chest.

“It’s just-” Kili started, moaning when his brother rewarded him with a deeper, more satisfying thrust, his entire body rocking from the force of it, “it’s just after what happened that last time we were all together, back at Bag End, I-” he cut himself off with a small, breathless sigh, “I wish Bilbo was here, that’s all.”

Fili positively beamed at that, flicking a quick glance over at the invisible Halfling where he sat in the corner. The hobbit met his gaze and felt his heart stutter hard, his breath catching as he positively itched to slip out of the chair; but Kili was still looking right at him, it would ruin all chance of surprise.

Luckily, the older prince clued in quickly, picking up the force of his thrusts as he gripped at Kili’s hips, pinning them down over his thighs. “Hey, look at me.” He demanded, drawing the archer’s gaze just as Bilbo caved and stepped down to the floor, moving quickly over to the bed. “That’s it, relax. He’ll be here Kili. I know he will.” Fili kept his brother’s attention, making a point of shifting on the mattress and glancing over towards Bilbo’s general direction.

The hobbit took his cue and quickly moved up onto the bed, trying to time his shifting with the bouncing movement of Fili’s knees, digging into the bed sheets. His heart was pounding in his chest, his entire frame wrought with the feelings of anxiety and even fear as he somehow miraculously managed to get to the archer’s side without his notice. He reached out to Fili first, carefully laying a hand on the blond’s hip to let him know where he was, what he was planning to do.

The older prince grinned at the contact, stopping his thrusts suddenly and holding very still, flicking his briefly gaze over towards where Bilbo would have been kneeling.

The archer let out a brief whine of complaint at that, shifting in his brother’s lap as he strained to look down at the other dwarf where he knelt. “What is it? Why did you stop?”

Fili did nothing to respond, simply glancing back to his brother with a wide smile. Bilbo took it as his opportunity to move and before he could succumb to embarrassment or second-doubting he reached out, carefully pressing his hand flat against Kili’s firm stomach.

The young dwarf jerked hard at the contact, his eyes widening as he stared down at his torso in disbelief. “What-” On pure instinct the hobbit dug his fingers in lightly, shifting to drag his nails across the archer’s abdominals, causing him to squirm and leaving red, raised lines in their wake. Kili made a desperate noise, the sound choked as he bit down on his own lip, realization flashing across his features. “Bilbo.”

The sheer desperation in the prince’s tone sent the hobbit into motion, his hands slipping down to press over the dwarf’s chest as he stood up, lifting a leg over and straddling his waist. Kili’s entire body jerked up violently, a raw noise dragged from his lips as he stared down helplessly at the apparently empty space over his torso.

Bilbo could see the way the young dwarf’s hands strained against their bindings, desperate to touch what he couldn’t see, to try and find some way to ground what he was feeling in reality. So he took pity on the archer, leaning up over his chest to press their faces together, first sliding his cheek alongside the young dwarf’s.

At the initial contact Kili jerked hard, a surprised noise escaping him before he leaned up into the touch, his torso coming into contact with Bilbo’s chest. “Oh-”

The young prince was cut off suddenly as Bilbo dragged his mouth over across his jaw, pressing their lips together in a firm, chaste kiss. He pulled away briefly, taking in Kili’s features as he pressed a hand to the dwarf’s jaw, before he drew back, sitting up to settle closer to the archer’s groin.

Then, casting aside all of his embarrassment Bilbo cleared his throat , rolling his hips against Kili’s stomach and breathing out a quiet, “is this alright?”

“Yes, yes-” The dark haired dwarf let out a desperate whine, his hands straining against the ropes as his hips jerked up helplessly where they were clasped in Fili’s firm grip, “more than alright, please.”

The hobbit felt a hard flush of arousal at the desperate crack of Kili’s tone, the archer’s entire body trembling beneath the his smaller frame. Bilbo acted impulsively, reaching back to grab at the young prince’s cock, using his other hand to hold himself open as he carefully eased down, sliding over the head of Kili’s flushed arousal.

The archer let out a sharp shout at that, only Fili’s firm grip keeping him from thrusting straight up into the hobbit’s tight frame.

Bilbo was grateful for the control, easing himself through the slight burn of discomfort, suddenly incredibly thankful for the older prince’s careful preparation earlier that evening. He took in a careful breath, pushing himself all the way back until he was seated fully on the archer’s cock, resting flat against his strong hips.

The hobbit let out a shaking moan, feeling stretched and deliciously full as he shifted in Kili’s lap, watching the young dwarf keen and twitch helplessly. “Oh Mahal, Mahal it’s so good, so very good. I can’t-”

He was cut off with a strangled shout, Bilbo raising himself up on his knees, Kili’s cock slipping out to the head, before he dropped back down, impaling himself with a sharp moan. The smaller man started up a slow rhythm, rolling his hips as he tensed his muscles, squeezing around the archer beneath him.

Then suddenly there was movement at his back, a hand reaching up to hesitantly brush against his back, before settling firmly between his shoulder blades. Fili let out a moan, his hips twitching up into Kili, forcing the archer into Bilbo in turn, the sensation all delicious friction and hard, spiking pleasure.

“This is so surreal.” The blond murmured, rubbing over the hobbit’s invisible back even as he struck up a hard rhythm, pounding into his brother and sending the both of them jerking and groaning. “I know it was my idea and all, but actually seeing it…or not seeing it now that I think about it-”

“What, are you saying this is weird?” Bilbo shot back, unable to stop himself from glancing over his shoulder at the older dwarf, even though he knew the other wouldn’t see it. “I can stop if you’d prefer.”

“No, no no no!” Kili objected fiercely, tugging hard at his restraints with a helpless noise of frustration. “Please don’t stop.”

The hobbit felt his breath hitch at that, a hard moan ripping through him as he started up a rhythm again, bracing himself while he began to ride the archer in smooth, rolling motions. “I wouldn’t do that.” He assured the dwarf, his voice breaking slightly over a gasp. “This is your reward, for being so damned perfect all the time.”

The young prince seemed to stiffen at that, his pupils swelling with arousal as his eyes searched the area where Bilbo should have been, a soft cry ripping from his throat. “I’m not going to object to that.” Kili managed, his hands fisting and un-fisting where they were bound above his head.

“Smart choice.” Fili growled in return, tightening his grip on his brother’s hips and pounding into the dwarf, rocking him up to meet Bilbo each time in turn.

The hobbit felt himself cry out, his hands scrabbling for purchase across Kili’s stomach as he was bounced up with each of the older prince’s thrusts, the arousal he’d been carrying for what felt like hours now burning to a peak in his gut. He knew he wasn’t going to last too long like this, his movements becoming slightly rigid and uncoordinated as Fili effectively fucked up into the both of them, driving their pace with the steady roll of his hips.

Bilbo held out as long as he could manage, biting hard at his lips and willing back his building peak with ever fiber of his being. Yet as he rolled his hips to meet each desperate, helpless twitch of Kili’s groin beneath him, he felt the heat building up and up in his belly until it was brimming at the top, about to tip over.

“Ah,” he cried out, unable to keep himself silent his whole body tensed with a shudder, his fingers spanning out against Kili’s chest while he felt his climax crest, flooding over his body like a crashing wave. His entire frame clenched down, cock throbbing as he spent himself, painting a thick white line across the archer’s stomach.

As his body twitched and trembled he could feel the young prince stilling inside of him, arousal straining and throbbing, yet unable to reach completion for the thick leather strapped around him. Kili looked positively wrecked as he rode through the waves of the aborted orgasm, a whimper slipping past his lips as he tugged at his bindings hard.

Fili blessedly stilled for the moment, waiting for his brother to recuperated, his hand still bracing against Bilbo’s back, rising and falling with the slow heave of the Halfling’s chest.

He made no move to try and lift off of Kili’s cock, still hard and hot where it was buried, deep inside of him. Instead the hobbit simply focused on gathering his wits, fully planning on continuing on until both dwarves reached completion.

“Bilbo.”

The smaller man blinked up at the sound of his name, eyes finding Kili’s even though he knew the archer couldn’t see him.

The young prince swallowed, his gaze half lidded as he licked at his lips. “Take off the ring?” He asked, poising the question in the silent evening air as his eyes searched for Bilbo’s frame. “Please.”

Without any further need for prompting the metal was sliding off of Bilbo’s finger, his face burning with a hot blush as he slid the band of gold into the palm of his hand, forcing himself to glance up and meet Kili’s gaze.

He must have looked as wrecked as he felt, if the hungry shine to the archer’s gaze was any indication. The young prince let out a high moan, his hips rolling up slightly, pushing his still hard cock further up into Bilbo’s sensitive body, ripping a sharp noise from the hobbit.

“Hold on.” Fili leaned forward slightly, pressing a kiss to the back of Bilbo’s neck before he carefully pushed the hobbit forward, having him ease up off of the archer’s arousal slightly. The prince then reached down, and without having to look the hobbit knew he was unfastening the thick cord of leather from around Kili’s cock.

The younger dwarf let out a sound of pure relief at that, his body melting back into the covers as his hips twitched slightly. “Oh, thank Aule.” He groaned, his voice hoarse and desperate.

“You’re welcome.” Fili shot back cheekily, guiding Bilbo back down over Kili’s cock before he drew away a bit, no doubt removing the cord from around his own arousal.

The hobbit shifted slightly in the mean time, adjusting himself on the archer’s lap and glancing up at the young prince, taking in his flushed face with a slow rekindling of pleasure in his gut. He braced himself, biting at his lower lip as he felt Fili move behind them, rolling back into Kili’s tight frame in one long, smooth motion.

“Yes, oh yes.” The archer was close to babbling, his eyes half lidded as his whole body shuddered, straining hard against his restraints. Fili didn’t keep him waiting, shifting his grip to start up a hard pace, pressing into the younger dwarf in hard, deep thrusts.

Kili let out a sharp whine, his whole body rocking up into Bilbo as the hobbit just rode it out, clenching down around the sharp pulses of pleasure that started to work up his spine. He felt over sensitized, almost raw as he forced himself to roll back against the building force of each thrust, his stomach tightening hard at the welling sensations that flooded back through him.

Then suddenly Fili was shifting behind them, keeping up his rhythm as he fucked into Kili’s prone frame while he somehow managed to maneuver an arm around, wrapping it about the hobbit’s hips.

Bilbo nearly came out of his own skin as Fili’s hand closed over his cock, the rough sensation of the blond’s calloused fingers causing his arousal to harden violently, his vision spotting while he scrambled for purchase. “Oh, oh!”

He felt himself clench through a hard wave of pleasure, Kili letting out a desperate sound from beneath him as he tugged at the rope around the headboard, his eyes fluttering shut.

With a high whine Bilbo’s toes curled into the sheets, an almost painful wave of arousal burning through him as he Fili began to pump his cock earnestly, dragging him back to the edge of orgasm with hard, jerking strokes.

“I can’t-” The hobbit whined out, his body beginning to tighten and spasm as he rocked between one dwarf’s grip and the other’s hard cock, his second climax beginning to creep its way out from the base of his spine. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“Ah.” Fili groaned out at his back, leaning down to press his lips to the back of Bilbo’s neck as he continued fucking hard into his brother, causing the archer to keen high in his throat. “Then don’t. We’re right behind you, just let go, just-”

“Bilbo.” Kili cut in, letting out a delicious whimper as he forced himself to meet the hobbit’s gaze, his face flushed. “Please I’m so close. So close, please.”

Bilbo let out a choked noise, unable to stop the hot fire that surged through his body as orgasm slammed into him once more, his frame clenching violently around the young prince beneath him. Even as he finished, his vision whiting out and his head reeling with dizzying pleasure, he could feel Kili stilling beneath him; the archer let out a sharp shout, his body trembling hard as his cock gave a hard throb, wet heat splashing up inside of the hobbit, causing him to squirm.

While he did release his grip on Bilbo’s cock, Fili didn’t stop moving, fucking Kili through his orgasm until the younger dwarf was just about sobbing, tears trickling down flushed cheeks. Bilbo twitched and tensed as he was bounced in the archer’s lap, his entire body reeling with over stimulation and his lungs burning for air.

Then suddenly Fili let out a loud growl, stilling as he pressed his forehead against Bilbo’s back firmly, his entire frame on edge. He finished with a hard tremble, his body already slipping forward slightly, a heavy weight against the hobbit’s spine.

For a time none of them seemed coherent enough to manage words, their bodies heaving as they struggled for breath, still connected in a mess of sweat and tangled limbs. Then finally Fili seemed to snap out of it, carefully pulling out of his brother and easing himself around from where he’d settled between the archer’s thighs. Without a word he started working on the knots binding Kili’s ankles, his movements hampered by the shaking of his fingers, body tense with the lingering tremors of pleasure.

In the mean time Bilbo drew himself forward on the young dwarf’s torso, carefully easing himself up and off of his cock with a slightly wince and a quiet apology. Then he reached up, catching Kili’s face and starting to wipe at his eyes with the pads of his thumbs, brushing away the lingering remains of tears. “Hey, you okay?” He asked, keeping his tone soft as he careful cupped the dwarf’s rosy cheeks.

“Mm.” Kili blinked his eyes open, smiling up at Bilbo lazily as he leaned into the hobbit’s grip, a trembling sigh escaping him. “I’m amazing. That was-” he coughed, his voice sounding hoarse as he shook his head with a laugh, “I think you broke me.”

“Did we.” Bilbo flushed happily and leaned in, pressing their lips together firmly as he felt Fili move up to the head of the bed, starting to work on freeing the archer’s hands. “Glad you enjoyed it.” He murmured, his tone teasing. “Just don’t be expecting that every day. I’ve abused this privilege enough for some time I think.” He murmured, raising the ring up where he’d managed to keep it tucked against his palm.

“Fair enough.” The archer conceded, letting out a pleased groan as Fili managed to release his wrists, the older dwarf already rubbing at the reddened flesh in careful, soothing motions.

The Halfling smiled at the pair, pushing himself up off of Kili’s chest in order to crawl over to the bed side table, setting the ring on the hard wooden surface for safe keeping.

By the time he’d returned to settle at the brother’s sides both dwarves were beginning to settle, Fili on the far side of the bed, holding the covers back for Kili who was easing his way into the middle with a satisfied sigh. Bilbo watched the two of them with a fond shake of his head. “You don’t want to wash up a bit before bed?” He asked even as he slid up next to the younger prince, already getting ready to tuck in at his side.

“Mm, not particularly.” Kili reached out from where he was curled up, Fili’s arm around his waist and the older dwarf draped around his back and side. “It’s a night for celebration, remember? Our hosts won’t mind if we make a bit of a mess.”

“A bit.” Bilbo repeated, his tone skeptical even as he grinned, slipping in to press down next to the archer beneath the sheets. “I didn’t get to say goodnight to Frodo.”

“We sent him of properly with Arwen and her friend.” Kili assured him, reaching up to lazily throw an arm around the hobbit, holding him close. “They’ll have kept him quite occupied and happy before bed.”

“Good.” The Halfling breathed out a sigh, his body feeling heavy as he sank down into the mattress. “Who was this friend of hers anyways.”

“Oh, well he’s a-”

“By Mahal, both of you. Enough of that talking nonsense.” Fili objected from over Kili’s back, shifting up to lean over his brother, pressing a kiss to Bilbo’s mouth chastely. “I’m not sure about you two, but I for one want to enjoy sleeping in a bed for the first time in who knows how long.”

“I thoroughly second that motion.” The hobbit murmured, leaning up to steal one last kiss before he settled back in against the pillows, pressing an arm up against Kili’s chest.

For some time there was nothing but silence, their breathing steady and even as they began to drift off, wrapped up in a tangle of warmth and comfort. Then suddenly Bilbo cleared his throat, murmuring sleepily to the room at large. “You guys have to admit, stopping in Rivendell was a pretty fantastic idea.”

“Bilbo.”

“Sorry. I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping.” The hobbit hissed, smiling apologetically even as he curled into Kili’s front, his fingers splayed out possessively over the young dwarf’s flesh.

The three of them nodded off like that, wrapped comfortably in the soft, fine silks of the elven linen; sweaty, sticky, and completely at ease for the first time in weeks.

TBC…