Hello again, lovelies! Here is my little side-project. I've been watching the Hobbit a lot lately and have fallen in love with Fili and Kili (seriously, when are Dwarves so hot?) I've decided to do a little fanfic that follows the movie. And I'm in the rather slow process of rereading the book. College is taking up a lot of my time besides watching the Hobbit.
Please, review and enjoy!
~:Elven Kat:~
PS. I totally made up Fili and Kili's heights. Just go with it :)
"That's the one," I said, pointing to the green, circular door before us.
"Are you sure, Ali?" Kili asked me.
"Can you not see the mark upon the door?" Fili asked his brother, jabbing him in the arm.
Sure enough, the Dwarven rune was visible on wood, glowing in the moonlight. Fili rang the bell, and together we waited to be greeted. The door opened slowly, revealing the Hobbit we were told to expect.
"Fili, Kili, and Alivyan at your service," we said in unison, bowing.
I studied the Hobbit before me as he traded words with Fili and Kili. He was shorter than Dwarves were. His feet were large and hairy, completely out of proportion to the rest of his body. Of course, I was not one to judge. I myself was half Dwarf half Elf, a very uncommon heritage. Let us just say my father, bless his soul, had some sort of thing for pointy ears in his younger days. Being of such heritage caused me to be much smaller than normal Elves yet taller than any Dwarf. Kili and Fili stood at 4'10" and 4'9" respectively. I stood at 5'2".
"It's been canceled?"
Kili's question brought me out of my reverie.
"No, nothing's been canceled," the Hobbit said.
It was clear that the Hobbit was feeling very uncomfortable of the presence of the Dwarves and his answer, unknowingly, added fuel to the fire.
"That's good," Kili said, pushing past the Hobbit.
Fili followed him, strutting through the door. I, being the well-mannered one of course, asked the Hobbit politely if I could enter.
"I suppose you may," he replied.
"Thank you kindly, Master...?" I said, realizing I had forgotten his name.
"Baggins. Bilbo Baggins," he answered.
"Master Baggins," I echoed, bowing to him. "I am Alivyan."
"Alivyan? That sounds more Elvish than Dwarvish," Bilbo said.
"Yes, it is. I am of both races."
"Ali! Quit dilly-dallying and get over here!"
With one last bow to Bilbo, I entered his lovely home and found Balin and Dwalin, good friends of mine, helping prepare the dining room for the rest of our company.
"More? How many are there?" Bilbo asked when he heard Balin say something about there not being enough room.
"Fifteen," I replied, smiling.
"Fifteen?" Bilbo asked breathlessly.
I nodded with a grin.
"Ali! We need plates and bowls!" Dwalin shouted at me.
"And utensils!" Balin added.
Just then, the bell rang again.
"There's nobody home! Go away! There are already far too many Dwarves in my home as it is!" I heard Bilbo yell. "If this is someone's idea of a joke, then it is in poor taste!"
Nevertheless, the Hobbit answered the door. Tumbling in came the rest of our company, save one. Behind them, Gandalf the Wandering Wizard stood outside, his eyes twinkling in merriment. It was he who called us all here. As we laden the table with food, Fili began pouring ale into mugs, filling them to the brim. Finally, much to my pleasure, we sat around the table, digging into the feast we had managed to concoct. From my place on Kili's lap, I scanned the faces around me that made up our company. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Oin, Gloin, Nori, Dori, Ori, Dwalin, Balin, Fili, Kili, and myself. Gandalf made the fourteenth. We were only missing Thorin. I pushed the Dwarf Prince out of my head, intent on having a good time.
"Ali! Have you got any ale?" Fili called to me.
"Not too much, brother!" Kili said. "Remember how she gets with too much ale."
I slapped his arm playfully.
"It is you who can't hold his ale!" I told him.
My relationship with Fili and Kili was a strange one. During the day, we were close friends, doing everything together from pulling harmless pranks to hunting and fishing. At night, we were fierce lovers, the two brothers sharing me between themselves. Anyone outside of our company would have looked down on us with a hint of disgust. But we did not care. We were young. I was the youngest of all, only coming of age twenty years ago.
"Here ya go, Ali," Fili said, sliding another mug of ale to me.
"Cheers," I shouted over the din of merrymaking, lifting the mug to my lips.
The others followed suit, clunking their mugs together and drinking. It was silent for a moment as everyone drank. When we finished, someone belched, making me giggle. Not to be outdone, Ori stood and let out perhaps one of the longest belches I have ever heard. This threw all of us into hysterics. The dinner continued, Bombur eating the most of all.
"Alright, it is my turn now," Fili said, taking me from Kili's lap and placing me on his own.
He pulled the collar of my tunic down, revealing the fading mark I had received from Kili a couple nights before.
"I'm going to have to fix that," Kili whispered huskily to me as Fili nipped at it with his teeth.
I shuddered as Fili's tongue darted from between his lips, caressing the skin of my neck. We sat around the table for a little while longer as Bilbo pranced about nervously.
"What ever is the matter?" Gandalf asked him as we began to clean up.
The Hobbit went off on some rant of how my kinsmen had dirtied his house and pillaged his pantry. He was interrupted by Ori who politely asked him what he should do with his plate.
"Give it here, Ori," Fili said, taking the plate from him.
Fili tossed the plate to Kili, who in turn tossed it to Bifur who stood by the sink in the kitchen. In the dining room, the rest of the Dwarves began to bang their utensils on the table.
"Don't do that! You'll blunt them!" Bilbo shouted.
The entire process became a game, accompanied by song.
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
Cut the cloth and tread the fat!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Splash the wine on every door!
Dishes flew through the air as I danced around the table, holding a mug of ale.
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you've finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
They finished with a cheer as Bilbo stared in disbelief at the neatly piled dishes on the table. Everyone, myself included, fell silent when three knocks where heard from the door. Kili put his arm around my shoulders as Gandalf went to answer it.
"He's not going to be happy that I'm here, is he?" I asked Kili quietly.
"Probably not," Kili replied, looking to Fili.
Fili nodded to us as the door swung open, revealing the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.
"Gandalf," Thorin said, looking up at the wizard. "I thought you said this place would be easy to find."
Not wanting to deal with Thorin at the moment, I slipped out from under Kili's arm. I only made it halfway to the dining room.
"ALIVYAN!"
I froze at the sound of Thorin's voice. I turned to face him, aware of his eyes burning into me.
"Hello Thorin," I greeted him meekly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Going with you?" I replied.
"What have I told you?"
"The wild is too dangerous for a female and I would only be a burden," I recited. "I can fight!"
"No!" Thorin growled.
Before he could say anything else, I ran out the front door, slamming it behind me for emphasis. I was determined to go on this quest to reclaim Erebor. It was the home of my ancestors. Why should I not be allowed to help?