This is just a drabble-type 2 shot I whipped up. I wrote it for my best reviewer, Feathered Filly on my other Hobbit story ("Of Thunderstorms, Homemade Stews and Nephews). She has been an amazing support to me and writes oober long reviews, which I just love! Many reviewers, including Filly, Freaking Zebra and C. Palmer (two of my other awesome reviewers!) were saying they loved Fili/Kili/Thorin family dynamics. I do too! :) So, here is a shameless, pointless, plotless story of Durin Family Fluff.

The first part out of two is between Fili and Thorin. The next will feature Fili and Kili.

EDIT- thanks to Horserida for correcting me on the age difference in Fili and Kili's ages!

Dedicated to Feathered Filly!

Fili sat awake on his bed, watching the moon and stars shining through his window. His little brother lay asleep in another bed beside him, having only fallen asleep less than an hour before. Though he was not in the greatest of moods, Kili had gone to sleep easily in the late hours.

They had basically leapt from bed that morning. Their mother shook her head but said nothing as they waited on the front steps from sun up to sun down. She delivered their breakfast, lunch and dinner, not saying anything about their fruitless endevour.

You see, these boys were expecting someone. This person was important. The young boys had not seen him in several months. This man had only just started coming around more often, following their father's slow death, due to an illness that was too late to cure. Kili was but a baby when his father passed, and therefor had few memories that would not last long anyways. Fili was a bit older, but even his memories of his father were muddled. In all honesty, there was one person he thought of when he imagined his "father."

It was his uncle, Thorin.

To most, his uncle was a bitter, cold-hearted man that scared many. He was stern, serious and oftentimes looked angry. It was not often that he spoke in positive tones, nor even spoke at all.

To Fili, though, his uncle was a hero. He was the man that told the boys stories, and talked to them like they were adults instead of children of only six and eleven in human stature. This man was brave and told them of adventure and travel. Fili looked up to him.

So, it was only natural that they had stayed up all day waiting for him, not leaving the doorstep and only staring down the horizon, waiting for him to show up.

Fili's eyes were beginning to feel heavy. The sun was completely gone and Kili was sleeping soundly. The older brother had to admit, he was tired. He had spent a large amount of the day entertaining his younger brother to keep his spirit up. Being older, Fili remembered his uncle's track record for being on time- it wasn't good. Young Kili did not remember as well and felt bitter disappointment when his uncle did not arrive.

At last, Fili snuggled into his blankets, nearly asleep already. He lay for only a few minutes before he heard the front door of the house creak open. It was shut gingerly, barely making a sound. Kili did not stir.

Fili threw off his covers and listened through the door of his bedroom. He heard heavy footsteps in the hallway.

"You are late," he heard his mother, Dis, say.

"I know," a gruff, familiar voice sighed.

Uncle Thorin!

Fili considered running out to greet his uncle, but hesitated when he looked back to Kili. He knew his brother was afraid of the dark, and would be terrified if he woke up alone. So, the young dwarf continued to listen where he was.

"Are the boys asleep?" asked his uncle. Fili heard the edge of exhaustion in his voice.

"Yes," Dis replied. "They stayed on the front steps all day, waiting for you."

Thorin heaved another sigh. "I am sorry. I was careless when I got close, I was ambushed by a small party of orcs."

"Come and sit, and let me see your wounds."

The footsteps moved away to another room. Fili could hear a slight limp in his uncle's footfalls.

Outside the room, Dis led her brother to a small sitting room. She forced him to sit, though Thorin, naturally, did not wish to comply.

Blood drips lazily from the torn remains of the dwarf's pants. It started on his side and pooled with the blood from other lacerations on his body. The orcs were many and slightly better fighters than normal, but Thorin eventually finished them off. The main injuries were a large bruise surrounding the gash on his side, coupled with a fair-sized cut on his leg that rendered it weak.

Once Thorin had sat down, he felt exhaustion take over. He slouched, sighing.

Dis returned with cloths, medicinal supplies and tools. She knelt by his leg, deciding to start there, and cut away the pant leg. Thorin grumbled, not particularly angry but more frustrated that he had allowed himself to be ambushed. Dis wrapped a strip of cloth around his leg, tying it tight (earning a dissatisfied grunt from her brother). She then looked at his side.

"It is but a scratch," Thorin tried.

"That may be, but orc weapons are never cleanly. Let me wash it, brother."

Thorin sighed and allowed Dis to continue her ministrations. She attempted to pull his shirt up over his head, but found his side and shoulder too stiff and injured. So, as a last resort, she pulled his jacket off and cut the undershirt away.

Seeing the glare she received, it was Dis' turn to sigh. "I will buy you a new shirt."

In his bedroom, Fili caught the hitches in his uncle's breathing all the way across the house. Peering back at his sleeping brother, he decided it would be okay to leave, only for a little bit.

So, the eldest brother slipped out of the room, leaving the door open a crack, and trotted across the house. He found his mother pouring alcohol on his uncle's torn-up side, washing blood and medicine into the pan she had lain on the floor. Thorin was hunched over, his teeth set in a grit and his eyebrows furrowed together. Fili could see that he was resisting making a noise as the alcohol burned his wounds.

"Uncle Thorin!" Fili cried from the doorway. Dis jumped, spilling a bit of the alcohol on the floor. Thorin also started, bolting upright in the chair. Fili stepped forward into the room.

"Fili!" Dis scolded, turning to face him. "You should be sleeping!"

"I heard Uncle," Fili admitted, coming closer still. Thorin looked at him, an unreadable expression on his face. Finally, he spoke.

"Your mother is right," he said, a low grumble. "It is late."

"Are you okay?" Fili asked.

Thorin smirked humorlessly. "I am fine. Your mother is just overreacting."

Dis slapped the back of his head with the rag she was using.

"You should have stopped when you got hurt," Fili scolded quickly. "You could have bled to death or somethin.' "

Thorin looked at Dis, amused. "He is your son." He then turned to Fili. "I would have come here no matter what the costs."

"Why?" Fili asked, thoroughly confused. If his uncle was hurt, than wouldn't anyone in their right minds stop? Get some help? Rest, so that you could continue on?

"Because I knew where I was going," Thorin said, passion and meaning behind his words. "I would go to great lengths to come here. I may not have a home, but this is as close as a home as I will ever have. You and your brother, and your mother here, you are family. And I would do anything for my family, even if it is not the most convenient for myself. My injuries are shallow- they only bleed for a bit. Family is permanent, family is more important than any pain I have ever sustained."

Even Dis stopped to glance at her brother. Her cold, quiet brother, the one who never truly admitted to loving anyone or anything, just said all of that? She looked to her son and saw Fili beaming. She knew then what Thorin's words really meant to him.

He had just been taught something only Thorin could pass on. She knew of family, but one who had experienced more loss was the one with the wisdom. Loosing her husband was hard, but not unexpected, in the condition the dwarf had been in. To unexpectedly loose someone and still be as strong as Thorin was, that was inspiring to her. She could honestly say that she envied that sort of wisdom. She could also say that she was happy to have someone like Thorin around to serve as a father to her sons.

As the three sat in silence. Dis was thinking, Fili beaming with pride and Thorin slightly out of breath from speaking. As they sat in peace, it was suddenly shattered by something that made Thorin's icy heart instantly tear.

A blood-curtling, terrified scream from down the hallway. Fili was the first to react, bolting away like a dragon chased him. He shouted but one word as he ran.

"Kili!"

Well, that is it for the first part! Second [and final] part will be up in a day or two. Please review to tell me what you think of it! :)