Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien or PJ's "the Hobbit".


It is a complete mystery why I have written this considering I'm a no shipper of real characters (I usually only do game characters) but the impossible has happened. It was supposed to be a one shot until I realize I'm not cool with that idea and I decided to throw in a few more chapters to solidify my plot. It's not long or heavy, bromance and romance intended. So I hope you readers enjoy.

And please please please please please please forgive me for my ill knowledge about this series. I'm using whatever knowledge I have as far as I know, with an additional mixture of my own ideas. If you intend to flame me on that, please do it gently.

Lastly, this is for you, dear heart catwesker. She's the biggest Fili/Kili shipper I've known till date so I feel that something like this should be done in accordance. Hope you enjoy it, don't burn me.

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Blonde and Raven

Chapter 01 : The Bow

It isn't until the first leaf of autumn falls over Durin's roof that the boys realize winter is coming in weeks or perhaps even days. A humble abode called home to the brothers named Fili and Kili, in spite of the terror they live with since the day they opened eyes on Middle Earth. There wasn't a day in their childhood they didn't live by without a slap to their heads or an earful before bed. However if the fights they often get themselves in are not for honor but for shame, then bedtime could be forfeited by the likes of their unsettled anger in the room. Silently they would toss and wrestle each other over the bed and sheets until all is finished, bearing deep in their minds to execute it discreetly but of course.

Unless otherwise stated by light bumps over bed widgets or lamp tables on their faces, they would be in for another round of tongue-lashing by their beloved caretaker.

Thorin Oakenshield.

Impressive as he is to the honor bestowed, the boys have heard the legends about how their uncle had defeated the Orcs back on Moria mines after the dragon has taken Erebor. They dreamed of those words Uncle Balin would tell them in his free time, about how their uncle avenged his father and grandfather in name and death respectively. The sword he wielded in one hand and the oakenshield in the other, holding his ground and chancing his victory, perseverance determined to see to Dwarven victory. One swing of his sword and that's how it ended, in blood and defeat for the filthy creatures of greed where Uncle Thorin stood in the basking light.

But whenever the boys think of the glory them Dwarves would have felt, Uncle Balin reminds them again that there were no songs sang on that day, only tears and pain were remained.

Over the dead bodies of their kind was anguish. Uncle Thorin had never forgotten the taste of it.

"Dinner time, boys!" The terror roars from their kitchen windows, a smile gently sets off from Uncle Balin's face. Another day has come to an end, another night wanders far from their beloved Erebor.

As the brothers hustle to their cottage, Balin bids them goodnight before he whispers a small prayer for the ones who had lived through that sorrowful plight.

Let the Durins sleep through another peaceful night.

In the silent corner their uncle sits, Fili fetches water from the kitchen past the bedtime he should have been asleep. On instinct, he pours another glass of the water aside his own, walking out to the hall holding it in hand. He settles the mug over the dwarven furniture, waiting for his uncle to take notice of his presence before he takes the seat. Putting the book away in his hand, Thorin looks in doubt at his little nephew whose hair is all messed up.

"What have you not gone to bed?" Thorin speaks concernedly.

"Uncle Thorin hasn't gone to bed either."

Fili the boy has always been the sensitive one of the two Thorin feels. His eyes are caring and courageous in ways he has never seen on another dwarf. He is kind to his bone too, like how he often protects his little brother in the dark woods. Despite the reprimandings he has given to stay away from there, he knows the boys are born with curiosity and heart of wonder, that there is no way rules would bind them down in their persistence. Dwarven stubbornness the humans say, and he without a doubt the most stubborn of them all.

Looking at the blond child once more, he picks the boy up from the floor and settles him over his lap. He runs a hair through his messy twirls, how much they reminded him of their mother who perished in the war. She was brave and courageous, caring and loving, and now Fili is the perfect depiction of her in his memories. He smiles like the sun amidst the old dwarven hearts now living in this land, whereas the raven Kili is suave like the boldest of the night. Thorin couldn't thank more that the Durins had such wonderful heirs to his line… especially when it is time to return to Erebor.

"What were you reading, Uncle Thorin?" Fili's cheerful voice brings him back to their tiny house, a finger pointing at the book he places on the table.

He brings the written words over his knees and flips to a page with an inked anatomy of a lonely mountain as he speaks, "This, Fili, is Erebor. The place where we all used to live and protect with all our lives."

And as he recites their tales late into the night, Fili begins to understand their uncle was no longer the terror he and Kili perceived. Their uncle is a man to be loved by all.

He is a hero.


"Aren't you a little slow today, Fili!" Kili yells as he trespasses the dark woods that were no longer a threat as it was in their youthful days.

They have grown, under the wise and stern guidance of Thorin, into young adults groomed by the values of honor and responsibility.

In the woods they travel today, the hunt is on for the one who brings back dinner faster than they could even say dinner. A friendly competition between the brothers as always, and always is how they have led their lives together as one.

Fili laughs despite the distance Kili has pulled ahead, "It's because I've yet to start!" Not a second later, the elder blonde picks up and sprints toward his brother. He closes the distance quickly and gains on him. And in a boorish leap, he launches himself off the ground and pounces over the raven brother, both rolling into a heap off a gentle hill until they eventually stopped.

As eyes open and smile broadens, Fili tries to throw his brother off him when Kili holds him down with his brother, eyes fixating in the distance as he quietly draws the bow and arrow from his back. Fili tries to turn to see what's got his brother so interested but the young raven stops his squirming, whispering.

"Dinner… is served, Fili."

Confidently, Kili pulls the serving while he holds his breath down, concentrating. Whereas Fili, wanting to be helpful in the situation, grabs onto the sides of his brother's coat in an attempt to neutralize his adrenaline shaking. The gazette in the distance is unsuspicious, grazing grass when the nock is released. Quicker than sound travels into the blonde brother's ears, his eyes watches the arrow fly past his sight, no sooner the sound of a wailing creature fallen to the ground.

Kili grins in glee, hastily climbing off his brother whom he puts a hand out helping him up. Both brothers huddle over to their fallen prey, a look of peace sending its spirits off Middle Earth. But dwarven culture regards little of spiritual talk, they are men of the moment. Lunging the meat over his shoulders, Kili proclaims proudly, "I win."

"I created the moment of opportunity," Fili protests, knocking a fist into his arm. "And significantly, I created your weapon of choice."

By words of the bow, Kili is put to his disadvantage. Indeed, this simple makeshift of a bow is a gift from his brother a year ago, having discovered his preference for the longer-ranged weapon. In other words, it is not made known to their Uncle Thorin who has a dislike for every and anything that is remotely Elvish, a grudge perhaps bigger than the size of the lonely mountain.

"Quick Fili! Put your knife through the creature!" Kili shoves his brother to the act after he lays the carcass on the floor, pulling the arrow out of its body. "We mustn't let Uncle Thorin find out what killed it."

The rash raven brother has a point Fili thinks, as he pulls his knife from his belt and plunges it deep into the wound. It has been a year since he has made this bow for Kili, a year since then his brother never parts with it wherever they go. A year of smiles, Kili's smiles, and Fili never gets tired of it.

Likewise goes to the brother nevertheless.

"Kili," Fili speaks softly, pulling the knife out of the body, "Perhaps… you should talk to Uncle Thorin about your love for the bow. I'm sure he may resist it in the beginning, but we'll convince him. You and I."

The archer sighs, a heavy one that echoes, as he falls to the ground on his bum, watching the sun setting through the slender trunks in the woods. Fili joins suit, pulling his coat neatly before he sits on it, looking in the direction of the sun his brother looks. He understands his worries, he feels his weight, they are two brothers who functions as one after all.

"I'm worried he'll think little of me," Kili lets his woes go, "That of all weapons I could have picked proudly as a dwarf, I chose the Elf's."

"Nonsense! Uncle Thorin is a man of practicality. He will see good use out of your talents, Kili. Fear not, I will be with you every step of the way."

Beknownst to Fili, his words could always calm the anxiety racing inside of Kili's heart whenever it happens. His words are strong and encouraging, the raven brother feels truth in all his brother expresses. He pulls the bow from his back once more, examining the crude carvings and amateur workmanship. This is a bow made by his brother—the first bow in his entire life, and also the greatest gift he could ever receive.

"How long did you take to make this, Fili?"

Fili gasps, he certainly didn't expect his brother to ask him a sensitive question such as this, not after a year most definitely. He's a little nervous to answer, considering how much effort he made to carve the strongest wood from the toughest tree he could find. The late nights he has spent filing them when Kili's asleep, the daytimes he disappeared from his brother's sight to complete the gift on time. It could almost be said that he is a little embarrassed by his devotion to give the best to his brother, a little too shy to admit it outwardly.

But it is his brother after all, the one he spends day and night with, since the day they were born. Since the day they were destined to be brothers for life and time.

"Not long," he answers plainly. There really is no need to bring up the past.

"Fili," Kili glowers, "tell me!"

It took a little more persuasion than that before the blonde gives in. If anger didn't work on the tough dwarf, then the subsequent pleading eyes certainly melted the resilience Fili put up. Kili has a way with him and Fili fears the day he actually finds out about it.

"A little more than seven days, but not more than eight nights. I couldn't stay out of your sight any longer before you start sensing something!"

Kili laughs, "Well you're certainly right!"

However, that sharp laughter softens no sooner as he throws an arm around his brother, pulling the elder sibling to him while the sun sets in the distance. Fili feels his heart tightened in a split second before he relinquishes it in the embrace. It still surprises him every now and then that Kili tries to be sticky despite they have reached adulthood. It may make him nervous but he likes the closeness they've maintained.

"It's beautiful," Kili says it so gently that it becomes unlike him. Fili looks in amazement, feeling the hand on his shoulder tightening.

"What's the matter? You seem a little nervous."

Sighing, almost a little disappointed in fact, Kili looks into the horizon, "I'll… I'll talk to Uncle Thorin about it. You're… going to be there with me, right?"

"Of course I will be! We're brothers, and we always stick together."

Relieved, the blonde picks himself up this time as he lends a helping hand this time. Kili smiles at it, holding his hand tight and he throws the carcass around his back once more. They trot towards the disappearing sunset in jests and tease, another beautiful day into night.

"Thanks, Fili."