I do not own The Hobbit, Middle Earth or anything associated with The Lord of the Rings nor The Hobbit franchise. A little coming of age fic, Kili is 18 and Fili is 23.

Kili woke up the day after his eighteenth name day, with a mouth of cotton and a head that he felt certain would split open at any moment. The dwarf groaned, never again was he going to be talked into a drinking contest with Dwalin and Glóin. Never. Not for as long as he lived, and if he saw never another pint ever again, it'd be too soon.

Just as the suffering dwarf was about to smother himself with his pillow, a bright, booming laugh accompanied by the slam of a door colliding with rock made Kili whimper as he tried to stop his head from exploding. When the sadistic fiend yanked open the curtains, Kili was certain he was going to die.

"Up and at 'em baby brother! Ma's made you bacon and eggs for breakfast." Fili trilled, and as if to prove his point, he shoved a large plate of breakfast under the brother's nose. Kili retched. Later, Fili would swear he had never before seen a dwarf go so green.

After much coercing and a little bodily harm, Kili was dragging himself to the washroom to prepare for the day, and Aulë help him he felt like death. This was worse than the time he'd got the flu from Fili.

By the time, he'd stumbled downstairs, his brother, mother and uncle were all sat around the table eating, and the dark haired dwarf gagged at the smell as he sat next to his brother.

"Kili, Gimli's sick and Heruuni is visiting her sister, so Glóin won't be in the forge today. I need you to cover for him." Thorin's voice was level and betrayed none of the amusement he felt, especially when his youngest sister-son blanched.

"C…Can't Fili do it?" Kili whimpered, his face falling into the well-known 'puppy pout'-a trick he had perfected at an early age-

"Sorry brother, but I've promised to help Balin today." The look of abject horror on her youngest boys face sent Dis into peals of laughter, which earned her a half-hearted glare.

"Oh darling, they're just winding you up." Dis reassured, her eyes twinkling evilly. And if Kili had've been in any fit state, he would have run screaming. His mother had the look she got when he was a dwarfling and refused to take his bath.

"Thank Aulë"

"Instead, you'll be coming to the market with me." The grin that lit his mother's face was positively deadly, and with a long suffering groan Kili's head hit the table in front of him.

The roar of laughter from the other three dwarves could be heard up and down the lane.

Kili was definitely never going to drink again.