This is a sort of companion piece to 'Comfort' I might make this a couple of chapters, not sure yet. All I ask is no flames and no one kill me please.
I've set this 20 years before the Quest in The Hobbit. Based more off of movie-cannon. So Fili is 62 and Kili is 57.

He fought. He fought to stay on his feet, to not let the darkness overwhelm him when a fist connected with his face; he fought against the hands that tore at his clothes, and the fingers groping his body. He fought to escape the pressure behind him, tried to twist away, tried to keep the screams in. Most of all he fought to keep his heart and soul intact as the larger and stronger dwarf behind him violated his body brutally.

Fili tried again to escape the hands holding him gasping at the slap he received for his efforts. He could taste blood in his mouth and the pain of his face mingled with the searing pain of his lower half as his attacker finally yanked free and dropped him to the ground. The young dwarf grunted as a foot connected with his ribs and curled into a ball trying to protect himself. He received a few more kicks before the older dwarf stomped away fading out of hearing range. After several long minutes Fili allowed himself to open his eyes. He was along in the unused forge that he had jut been terribly violated in. Relief and pain hit him together and Fili curled up on the floor and sobbed.

He did not know how much time had passed when he heard heavy footsteps nearing his location. Fearing his attacker had returned Fili desperately tried to press against the wall behind him curling up even tighter. He started shaking and drew his knees to his chest, very aware that he was still bare.

"Fili?!" It took a brief second for the voice to sink into his mind, when it did he relaxed some. Thorin had come to find him; he was safe; his uncle would help. The footsteps sounded closer and finally sounded in the forge where he hid. Fili heard the gasp that told him Thorin had found him, within seconds his uncle was crouched in front of him tilting his head up.

"Who did this to you?" Thorin's voice was hard with anger but held concern. Fili tried to not cry out when Thorin lifted him from the ground and eased him into his clothes, seeming to know that all he wanted at that exact moment was to cover up his body, though his injuries protested the movements.

"Drof. He surprised me, hit me. I tried to fight him uncle, I promise I did." He whispered brokenly and let Thorin gather him close.

"I know; it is clear from the marks on your face and body. I know of Drof, I will make sure he is punished. He will not touch you ever again." Thorin pressed his face into the blonde hair and held his nephew until he stopped shaking and Fili pulled back to wipe at his face.

"Do you want me to help you home?" Fili shook his head.

"No, I can manage." He waited until Thorin nodded and then took off as fast as he could, his ribs and bottom screaming with every movement. He needed Kili; he needed to feel the arms of his love around him. He choked on a sob as the ugly thought of Kili turning him away came, unwanted, to his mind. Finally he was safe in his home, only able to lean against the door and stare at his feet. His whole body responded when Kili's voice washed over him.

"Fili?"

And Kili was there, holding him, caring for him, loving him as Fili clung to his brother and bawled out his torment. Kili did not turn him away; the younger dwarf mended his wounds and then held him warm and safe in their bed. Hands ran over him reassuringly, whispers that everything would be ok, that he was there and would never leave.

"I'm here Fili, I have you. I love you, I will always be here."

After Thorin checked on him and Fili knew that his attacker was either dead or would be dead soon, he allowed himself to finally relax. He curled into Kili's arms and drifted into an exhausted fitful sleep, and each time he awoke screaming Kili was there to soothe him back to sleep.

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