Author's Note:So I've never written a Hobbit fic before. So hopefully this is readable.

Prompt: Fili and Kili braiding Bilbo's hair. Thorin is jealous.

For Mel

Fili and Kili were grinning at him, laughing, and the Hobbit was more than a little unnerved by it. They had that look, that glint in their eyes that hinted they were up to something, and Bilbo really, really did not want to know what it was this time, so long as it didn't concern him.

The giggling, scheming dwarves inched themselves closer to the wary halfling, beads and hair ties bunched up in their hands. As they sat themselves one either side of Bilbo, the Hobbit set his book aside, resigning himself to whatever the brothers were planning, he had quickly learned it was far less exhausting to go along with them, they always got their own way regardless.

Across the camp, Thorin sat, sharpening his sword as his eyes followed his nephews. He could always sense when the two of them were up to no good, and, as they plonked down either side of their burglar, the older dwarf rolled his eyes. Bilbo was more and more becoming Fili and Kili's favourite target amongst the group, no doubt because the Hobbit knew better than to resist. Shaking his head, with a half smile, the King under the Mountain returned to his sword, leaving the boys to whatever fun they had planned.

"Ow!" The relative silence of the camp was suddenly shattered, and all eyes snapped up from their tasks, hands reaching for weapons, poised to attack whomever had wandered into their camp. "Get off!"

Bilbo grumbled, attempting to bat away Kili's hands, which were twisted into the Hobbit's hair, making clumsy attempts to braid the curls. Fili swiftly traded places with his brother, replacing Kili's hands with his own, only this time the hands were gentle, practised almost, and the halfling relaxed into the dwarf's legs.

One by one the rest of the dwarf company went back to whatever they had been doing before the interruption, now satisfied that no one was coming to any real harm. Everyone except Thorin that is, who found himself drawn into the little scene before him.

Fili had shifted his little brother in front of him, and was directing the younger's hands through the Hobbits hair, teaching him how to make the perfect braid, while Bilbo shuffled and grumbled and complained about the hair pulling and it taking too long.

With every braid his nephews completed and tucked into Bilbo's curls, Thorin found himself desiring more and more to snatch the Hobbit from the younger dwarves. Take the halfling and rip those braids out of his perfect hair. Hobbits don't need braids or bead, Hobbits need curls, maybe a hat.

For another twenty minutes Thorin watched as Fili guided Kili through making hair braids, before he could no longer contain the need to intervene and rescue the Hobbit. Sheathing his sword, the dwarf threw his whetstone back into his pack, and crossed the space between himself and his nephews in seconds, hoisting the Hobbit to his feet, and out of Fili and Kili's hands.

"Thorin!" The two dwarves whined, scrabbling to find the last of the beads and hair ties that had fallen from their grip when their uncle had pulled Bilbo away. "We were only having fun!"

"He's not yours to have fun with." Thorin turned sharply on his heel, and stalked off, dragging Blibo along with him.

"Less than an hour. You win!" Kili grinned at his brother, dropping a small bag of coins into his lap.