Your Highness

by EJOakenshield

After an emotional night of revealing secrets, and a bit of deflowering, Dwalin, and Fili find themselves in a love affair that defies all customs, and traditions of their very people, not to mention the royal family. Will Fili finally be able to break the chains of his birthright, or will tradition hold it's place above the matters of the heart? (DwalinXFili)

1. A Chance Encounter

Your Highness

Summary: After an emotional night of revealing secrets, and a bit of deflowering, Dwalin, and Fili find themselves in a love affair that defies all customs, and traditions of their people, let alone the royal family. Will Fili finally be able to break the chains of his birthright, or will tradition hold it's place above the matters of the heart? (DwalinXFili)

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Fili sat by himself at the edge of the party. It was a grand festival in the halls of Erebor. Today marked one year since their victory at The Battle of the Five Armies, and the halls were alive with laughter, drink, and celebration. Fili just wasn't in the mood. He watched the merry-making from his place in the corner of the hall, wishing that depressed feeling in the back of his mind would go away so he could actually enjoy himself, but alas, it lingered.

"Hey!"

He looked up when his brother's voice called to him. Kili walked over, and Fili could instantly tell he was drunk. He smiled at him, and shook his head.

"What are you doing... all by yourself?"

"I jut don't feel up for a festival, Kili. Go on. Have fun. I'm fine."

Kili leaned down over the table and looked at his brother closely. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Really sure?"

"Really sure." He stood and grabbed a full bottle of wine from the table. He placed a gentle hand on Kili's shoulder. "You be careful, but have fun." Then with another fleeting smile, Fili walked out of the hall, carrying his bottle.

He walked out to a high balcony that over looked the land before Erebor. There was a cool breeze and Fili let it blow his hair freely. He sighed, and opened the bottle. He tossed the cork off the side, and watched as it fell, so far he that couldn't see it's landing. He shrugged and took a few large drinks in gulps. He took a deep exhale when he pulled the bottle away and made a face. The wine was tart and strong, almost enough to make Fili toss it behind the cork.

He then shrugged again, and took another large swig.

"Oh..!" He placed the back of his hand to his mouth, "Durin's beard!"

He heard a laugh from behind him, and he whipped around.

Thorin stood there, arms crossed, watching the young prince. "Why would you take a whole bottle of wine if you don't even like it?"

"It's not about liking it, Uncle. It's about getting drunk."

"Fair enough." Thorin walked over and took a deep breath of the fresh air. He leaned on the edge of the balcony, and looked down. The height would have been sickening to someone who wasn't used to it, but Thorin found it beautiful, and majestic. Danger was beautiful in it's own way. He looked over to Fili, who was staring into the star-studded sky. He took the bottle from him, and took a drink himself. He had to hold back a grimace, and quickly handed the bottle back to Fili. "Strong stuff. Take it easy."

Fili shook his head. "I had no intention."

Thorin placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a thoughtful gaze. He placed their foreheads together, and Fili was a bit confused for the intimate contact, but he welcomed it. Thorin had always had a way with knowing when he needed a gentle hand, he assumed it came from helping raise him. "My dearest nephew, where has your smile gone?"

Fili kind of scoffed at the question. If he knew the answer, he'd have it, wouldn't he? "I don't know, Uncle." He stepped away from the embrace and turned back towards the beautiful, dangerous ledge. "I just feel... stuck. Like I'm going around in circles waiting for nothing to happen." He took another drink, and didn't hide his disgust, but there was a warm feeling building in his chest, and it encouraged him to brave yet another swig.

Thorin placed both his hands on the young prince's shoulders and made him face him. "You are a Prince of Durin. You will grow into your place, Fili. With age comes the understanding you seek. Do not trouble yourself so."

Fili smiled up at his uncle. It was sincere and he honestly appreciated his attempt to make him feel better, even if it didn't work. Thorin led Fili back into the hallway. He placed their foreheads together for another second before turning, and walking down the hall.

Once again, Fili was alone. He took another deep breath, and another drink. It was almost half gone now, and he was starting to feel his head swim. He walked back over to the beautifully dangerous balcony, and stared off into the night. Where had his smile gone, indeed...

He downed a few more drinks of the bottle and sat on the railing Thorin had leaned on earlier. The air was picking up, and Fili liked the way it felt flowing by him. He looked down into his wine bottle in vain. It was too dark to see inside, besides, the bottle was a dark glass. He shrugged for the third time, and turned it up, draining all of it.

He sat on the railing for what seemed like forever, and he was starting to feel sufficiently intoxicated. He stood, and looked down, following the path the cork had taken to it's resting place on the stone, below the fog. Suddenly he found himself wondering what it would feel like to fall over the ledge... to feel the wind whipping passed him as he flew, magnificently, and freely through the air, awaiting, without fear, the sudden end at the bottom.

Then he started to move. He was aware of what he was doing, but he seemed to be watching himself from afar, unable, or unwilling to control himself. At first, he climbed on top of the railing and let his feet hang over, like a child sitting on a chair too large for him, but then he noticed a bit of stone sticking out from the railing, about three inches. As he wiggled his way down, he placed about half the heel of his boots on the small, unforgiving edge, and slowly stood. He kept his hands on the rail for balance, and let the empty bottle of wine fall onto the balcony.

The breeze picked up again, and he inhaled it lovingly. Then without thought, he stretched his arms out, and balancing shakily on the edge, letting the danger fill him, finally, for the first time in a long time, he felt alive. Fear, excitement, sadness, glee. He felt it all in one embrace of mortality's shaky line.

He stood relishing the moment, loving the feeling of emotion, however unpleasant. Then suddenly, large hands gripped his shoulders and slung him over railing. He landed right on his rear end, and everything had happened so quickly, he'd barely even registered it when his savior started scolding.

" 'Ay lad! What the hell are ya doin'? Have ya lost yer fuckin' mind?!"

As the reality of the situation hit Fili, he immediately felt humiliated. He looked up at Dwalin, who was staring back at him with intense shock, and confusion, but there was also anger. Dwalin had really just caught him, literally playing with death. Standing on three inches of stone, at least 200 feet above the ground, the solid, rock ground. Fili was certain he thought him an absolute drunken fool, or perhaps completely insane. He felt like both.

"Are ya that drunk, lad?!"

"No.. I-I mean, I drank some wine..."

Dwalin laughed, but it was dry and almost automatic. He was still in complete shock, looking from Fili, to the rail, and now to the bottle lying on the ground."Lay off the stuff, boy. For Durin's sake, you could have died!"

"I know."

"What were ya thinking, Fili?" He tapped his own head with the palm of his hand and made a gesture as if his mind floated away into the air above him.

"I... wasn't thinking. I was... just..." Fili couldn't think of anything to say that didn't make him sound drunk, suicidal, or completely mad. "I wasn't thinking..."

Dwalin's hand shot out to him. "Come with me. Now."

Fili had known Dwalin long enough to know the difference between an order and a request and this was certainly the former. He took his hand, and Dwalin yanked him up, and started leading him through the halls. He just knew they were going straight to his uncle. He was trying to come up with any excuse to make what had happened sound any kind of sensible. While his mind raced, he didn't realize where they had ended up, until Dwalin opened the large, wooden door to a huge, magnificent room.

Well, it was more like a home than a room. The walls had been carved through the stone, making a kitchen and living space, then to the side was what Fili assumed was a bedroom, but he couldn't see. The door led right into a space with a round, wooden table and two chairs to his left with an oil lamp burning brightly on top of it. Directly in front of him, just on the other side of long rectangular counter carved into the very room was a large white, beautifully decorated rug on which two comfortable chairs sat in front of a burning fireplace. To the left was a small room, and Fili could see the shelves, and knew it was a pantry.

Then it occurred to him that this is where Dwalin lived. It was cozy, and seemed to fit the warrior just right.

Fili had always admired Dwalin, not only as a warrior, but as a loyal friend, and a very good dwarf. He had always wanted to be like him one day, even if he did seem gruff and uninviting. There was a sincerity to Dwalin that Fili had always cared for. When he and Kili were younger, they both had eyes for the warrior. Secretly giggling together when he would walk by about how handsome he looked. Having fake arguments about which one of them he would ask Thorin to court one day. Making him angry just so he would come scold them and they would hold in their boyish laughter. He was a far off figure to Fili, and he felt so open and exposed to him now.

Dwalin led the young prince to one of the chairs in front of the fire, and almost pushed him into it. He watched as he grabbed a mug, and poured some coffee from a kettle over the fire. He gave it to Fili, and poured one for himself. He sat in the chair to Fili's left, and took a few drinks. Fili could tell he was thinking of what to say, and he found he had a lump in his throat waiting for him to speak, like a child who knew he was in a lot of trouble.

Finally, he leaned up, holding the cup with both hands, and resting his elbows on his knees. "Fili..." He paused as if rethinking, "Were... were ya trying to kill yourself?"

Fili looked down at his coffee, and took a drink. It was really good, and he would've complimented the warrior, and thanked him for it, if the situation were lighter. He was certainly more sober than ever now, but his mind was still catching up with him. "I don't think so..." The statement shocked even him. That's not exactly an answer.

"Ye don't think so? What does that mean?"

"I don't ... know." Fili hung his head. Perhaps it was the lingering alcohol, or the sheer intensity of the situation, but Fili found himself speaking with complete honesty. "I wasn't really trying to kill myself. I didn't have a meaning to jump... I just... wasn't afraid of falling." He took a quick drink of the coffee. It was helping him. Dwalin somehow knew.

"And ye would have, if I hadn't found ya. That can't be what ya want, Fili."

Fili didn't know what else to say. He didn't know what Dwalin wanted to hear. "I don't know how to explain it, Dwalin, but it's not important..."

Dwalin gave him a look, and raised his eyebrows. He took a drink of his coffee, and looked at him suspiciously. "Ya expect me to find ye hanging off the edge of a balcony, and consider that to be unimportant. Nah, lad, you've got the wrong dwarf."

"I wasn't hanging off of it."

"Might as well 'ave."

"What do you want me to say?" Fili was getting frustrated.

Dwalin shook his head and finished off his coffee. He sat the mug down, and laced his hands together. "I don't want ya to say anythin'. If ya do want to say somethin', I'm hoping you could help me understand why ya would be thinking that way."

Fili stood suddenly. Dwalin was up immediately. Fili handed him the half empty mug, and Dwalin sat it by his on the small table in the corner. "I have to go." Fili said, "Thank you, Master Dwalin, for the coffee, and your help, but the hour is late."

"That it is."

Fili turned to leave, but just before he made it to the door, Dwalin spoke again. "Do ya feel like no body care for you?"

"What?" Fili had heard him, but the question just came out as he turned.

"Is that why ya didn't mind fallin' off that balcony? Ya don't feel like anybody cares about ya?"

Fili felt embarrassed by the question. Now, not only was he a drunken fool, but a drunken inconsiderate fool. He and Dwalin both knew Fili had a family, and plenty of friends, who loved him very much. "Of course not."

"Heart broken?"

"What? No..."

"'Ave you done somethin'?"

"No, Dwalin... I-"

"Then what?"

"I don't feel anymore, ok?!" Fili's voice was suddenly loud, and angry. "I just walk around in this ... fog! I don't find joy in anything! I don't marvel at the sun like I used to. The magic is gone from me, Dwalin... and if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to dealing with it on my own! Goodnight."

Dwalin was on him before he even got to the doorknob. He whipped him around, but instantly released his grip. "Ya don't have to deal with it on yer own."

Fili looked at the ground, "Yes, I do. No one would understand."

"Ya won't let 'em."

Fili suddenly noticed the space between them growing smaller as Dawlin leaned in toward him. Fili stepped back, but his back pressed against the door. Dwalin lifted one hand and rested it on the door beside Fili's head. He used the other to lift his chin, and make their eyes meet. "Don't do that to yourself. Don't be like ol' Dwalin... Yer not gonna be happy that way."

Fili felt his face melt into a sympathetic expression. The idea that Dwalin was unhappy just sent pain through Fili's heart. Dwalin dropped his hand from the younger dwarf's chin, and backed away. "I'm sorry, Master Fili, that was... forward of me. Ya can go if ya want. I'm not keepin' ya here."

Fili just stood, frozen to the door. Dwalin turned and walked back to the fire. The only part of his body Fili could get to work was his voice. "Master Dwalin..." He looked over at his prince. "I don't want you to be unhappy. I'm sorry if what I did has caused you any grief. I-I didn't mean anything by it..."

Dwalin just stared for a moment, before walking back over to him. This time, standing at a reasonable distance. He looked down at him, and Fili's eyes flashed in the fire light. "Ya haven't caused me any grief, Master Fili. That's a promise."

Fili actually managed a smile. He stepped away from the door, closing the gap between them suddenly, but Dwalin didn't move back much. "I do believe, if you don't mind." He looked up at him. "That I will stay just a bit longer."

"I'd like that." Dwalin moved, and walked with Fili back to the chairs. The resumed their places by the fire, and Dwalin poured them fresh cups of coffee.

They sipped in a comfortable silence for a moment until Fili finally spoke: "May I ask you a personal question, Master Dwalin?"

"If ya want, and drop the Master. Yer my prince."

"Yes, but we are in your home. It's only polite."

"Whatever ye prefer, Master Fili."

"Well then, Master Dwalin. Why is that you've never married?" Fili had always wondered this. Being gay was a very accepted thing in their society, so that would not explain his single status. He'd never even heard of him courting someone.

"Well, I've always had my head in my work. No time for courting, and doing anythin' proper like, so I just never did."

"Have you always done your courting properly?"

Dwalin laughed and leaned back in his chair. "I was a young lad, once, Master Fili. Believe it or not, I made my share of mistakes."

Fili smile again, and drank his coffee.

"Of course, ya don't go getting married without doin' things proper. Tradition is tradition fer a reason."

Fili couldn't help but think of the late night talks with his brother, about coming of age, and magically having the dwarven warrior fall in love, and demand courtship from their uncle, who always somehow agreed in the fantasy, but in reality, Fili really didn't think he would. For any normal dwarf, courting was simply started when one dwarf asked another to join them in courtship, but with any prince, heir, or any member of the royal family, special permission must be given.

"But why?" Fili asked finally, trying to sound aloof to the idea. "I don't want a courtship."

"Why not?"

"Just ... too formal."

"Says the heir to the throne. I'd be gettin' used to it, if I were ye."

"I suppose so."

"Ah..." Dwalin waved in the air, "Ya got plenty a time to be worried about that when you're older. Ya shouldn't be troubled with that now."

Fili nodded, and once again stood, this time, with real intention on going, and finding his bed. Dwalin stood with him. He handed him the mug once again, and Dwalin sat it on it's place.

Fili looked up and him, attempting to wish him a goodnight, but words just didn't come. He found himself a bit enamored, and shy, realizing only now, he was talking so deeply with his childhood crush. Dwalin stared down at him, something in his eyes. Fili wondered if there was something he wanted to say. He wanted to ask, but when it spoke it just came out. "Are you alright?"

He'd broken the trance. "Yes... Master Fili. I'm guessing you'll be off now."

"I really should."

Dwalin nodded. "Aye, not a decent hour, it's not."

Even though, he's announced his intention to, Fili did not go. He stood, feeling the warmth of the fire, enjoying his close proximity to the warrior. He then took a breath, and was just about to take a step, when Dwalin grabbed his arm gently.

"Master Fili..." He took a breath before continuing. "Would I be steppin' outta place if I were to ... kiss you?"

Fili's eyes widened. Had he really just said that? Was his mind playing those horrible tricks again? "Kiss me?" Fili said, without thinking.

Then, as if he had given him all the permission he needed, Dwalin wrapped his arms around the smaller dwarf's waist and placed his lips on Fili's roughly. At first, Fili was frozen, unsure of what to do, or what was happening, but Dwalin knew exactly what to do, and brushed his lips over Fili's, until he lifted up to meet them in a real kiss.

They stood, wrapped up in each other, kissing madly for a long time. Then suddenly Dwalin stepped back, almost dropping Fili. The prince steadied himself, and looked at Dwalin with a hurt expression, shocked from the sudden loss of contact.

"I-I'm sorry Master Fili... I shouln'ta done that... You've had a rough night, and I-"

"Dwalin..."

He stopped talking and looked at his young prince.

"Don't go away from me... Please."

That was all it took for Dwalin to close the gap again. This time, he rushed him so quickly, he literally took him off his feet, but he held him up easily with one arm, and the other cupped his face as they kissed passionately again. Fili wrapped his arms around Dwalin's neck and swore for a moment, he was a young boy again, having one of his outlandish dreams.

Dwalin broke the kiss, and sat him back on his feet. He stepped back, but only slightly, keeping them close enough to feel each other's heat. Fili stared at him for a moment, and couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "When did you...? I mean... that was..."

"It's not hard to notice someone like yourself, Master Fili. You're young, honorable, clever, and beautiful. I'd be a damn fool not to."

"Why haven't you said anything?"

"You're the prince. Your uncle'd have me strung up if he knew I done somethin' like that."

Fili laughed a bit, but only because he knew it was true. That wasn't exactly 'doing it proper'. Fili didn't care though, he leaned in Dwalin's chest, and hugged him tightly. Dwalin instantly returned, and they stood, holding each other, in the warmth of the fire.

Fili felt so comfortable, he yawned. Dwalin looked down at him. "You're exhausted."

"I know."

"Ya should be headin' home."

"I don't want to. I don't like home. I like it here."

"Yer welcome to stay, if you'd like, Master Fili, but... if yer uncle were to find out..."

Fili looked up at him. "He won't. He doesn't pay that much attention to me."

"Ah, that's not true, lad. He worries about ya. Ya are his heir, after all."

Fili sighed. He didn't like being the heir. He didn't like being a prince. He wished once he could walk through the halls of his home without everyone straightening and fixing themselves when he walked by. He wanted to be seen like everyone else. "I don't want that... I wish I could just be... normal."

Dwalin tilted the young prince's head again, and placed another small kiss on his lips. "That can't be helped. Yer born where yer born, and ya are what ya are."

"I guess." Fili broke their embraced and turned towards the door. "I should..." He motioned to the door.

Dwalin nodded, and stepped back, giving him room to go.

Fili turned and walked to the door. As his hand went for the knob, a hundred things swarmed through his head. He wanted to open the door, and run, but at the same time he wanted to whip around and say, or do... Mahal, a million things. He wanted to scold him and let him know that this is not how he acted in his fantasy and he needed to correct that. He wanted to tell him he was scared... scared of never being happy again. He could have burst into tears if the right thing was said, but he also felt like he could leap on him, and let him deflower him right there on the majestic, white rug.

Suddenly, he realized he was standing, holding the knob, frozen in place. To avoid some kind of embarrassment, and just because something in him said to, he turned without any idea of what he was going to say. He opened his mouth and just kind of spoke, almost as unaware of the words as Dwalin. "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"Pardon?"

"Aren't you going to tell me to stay? Isn't that how this works? That's certainly how I saw it going in my mind, and frankly I'm disappointed."

Mahal, he sounded like Thorin when he said that. He thought that more and more as he got older.

Dwalin gave him a look of bewilderment for a second, but it was mixed with something else. He walked over to the prince, and pushed his golden hair away from his face. He placed both of his hands on his cheeks, and kissed him with a passion Fili had never felt before. All he could do was place his hands on top of Dwalin's and let him explore his mouth. When the kiss was over, far too soon for Fili, Dwalin placed their foreheads together.

"Ya should really go."

"Why?"

"'cause you don't want to be doing something yer not ready for. Not with me. Not here."

Fili felt a bit bashful about the fact that he called him out on his virginity. He looked down at the floor, and tried to think of something to say to make that not matter. He couldn't lie to him, even if he wanted to. Older drawves had a sense for that sort of thing anyway. Honestly, Fili didn't care much about his virginity. If not Dwalin, it would be someone down the line that he probably admired half as much.

"And why not with you? Why not here? Obviously there is something between us, Master Dwalin. Why ignore it?"

"Because..." He stepped back, and Fili could see a deep sadness in his eyes. "Your Majesty..." He didn't say it with venom. He said it with respect, and sadness. "This isn't exactly right..."

"Then why did you kiss me? Do you know that I've admired you for years? I would have done this when I was... fifty!"

Dwalin looked at him shocked. Not because of his affection, but for the young age he said he'd felt it from. Dwarfs coming of age was sixty-five. Fili was not quite three years older than that now. "You shouldn't be sayin' things like that."

"It's true..."

Dwalin took a deep breath. Fili tried desperately to read his thoughts, but his expression read only sad, and thoughtful. Finally, he kissed him again. Soft, sweet, and loving. He held him close and Fili knew he was saying goodbye.

Anger, lust, hormones, whatever it was, Fili just couldn't accept that. He shoved Dwalin back and the leaped on him, wrapping his legs around him, and making him back up to the table. He kissed him so deeply, Dwalin couldn't control kissing him back. They kissed for a long time, and Fili felt his pants getting tighter. He wanted this, however wrong it might be. He wanted Dwalin to have his virginity, and his courtship, and anything else he could have with him, but for now, he would settle for the first.

"Dwalin... Please..." He said in between kisses, "I want you to take me..."

"Fili, we can't..." But Dwalin's hands betrayed him and he pushed Fili's coat off and onto the floor. He lifted him by his thighs and adjusted him more comfortably on his waist and started kissing him again.

"Please..." Fili said again, grabbing his face with both of his hands. "Don't make me... have to order you..." Fili almost jumped as his words put Dwalin at full hard on in a matter of seconds. Fili smirked and started working on his belt. Dwalin stopped him, having to take a deep breath when he did.

"Wait... If were gonna do this, we're doing it right." He suddenly stood, carrying Fili with such ease that it made him swoon for the older dwarf. He took him to the bedroom, and placed him gently, sideways in the bed. He stood, and took off his belt, and tunic. Fili marveled at his sculpted, battle worn chest, covered in tattoos. He then draped himself over Fili and started kissing him again, this time moving down to his jaw, and neck.

Fili felt him kick his boots off, and he did the same. He felt Dwalin move slightly, rubbing their erections together, and it made Fili gasp. He lifted up, hands on each side of Fili's head. "This is your first time?"

Fili nodded, even though he knew Dwalin knew the answer. He leaned down and kissed him softly. "And you're sure you want to do this..?"

Fili kissed him again. "I do. I want to give it to you."

Dwalin was getting very worked up, and Fili could tell. He saw the restraint in his movements, trying to go slow, and not make a wrong move. It was obvious though, that he was very experienced, his hands moved to the right places, at the perfect time. He only pushed up against Fili in that incredible way when he knew he was enjoying it the most.

Fili was in awe of his patience, and the way he moved only for him, but that's not what he wanted. He wanted Dwalin. He wanted him the way he was naturally. Yes, he was a virgin, but he didn't want to be treated that way. "Master Dwalin..." he said, and he looked up from his place in Fili's neck, "You don't have to go so slow. I'm ready for this."

Dwalin smiled down at him. He caressed his face, and placed another smoldering kiss on his lips. He took it to heart, too, and stripped Fili of everything but his pants. Fili took a deep breath, and gathered the courage. He reached out and rubbed Dwalin's erection through his pants. Dwalin let out an approving breath and started rocking in his hand. He then gently pushed his hand away, and stood. He stripped his pants and Fili immediately felt nervous about his size.

He was about to climb back on the bed, but Fili stopped him. He stood, and slowly went to his knees. Dwalin didn't say anything. He placed a hand gently on Fili's head and guided him. Fili closed his eyes, and slowly took as much as he could of Dwalin's hard muscle. He started to bob his head up and down, but pushed a bit too far and gagged. He backed up and was about to apologize when Dwalin started first: "It's ok, lad. You're doing fine." Fili stared up at hi as he took him again, fixing the angle, and worked on sucking, and breathing.

Dwalin gripped his hair, but not too hard, and started moving with his rhythm slowly. It was so big, and hot, and Fili's head was swimming again. He wanted to please him. He wanted him to know how much he appreciated what he'd done... what he was doing for him. He moaned over it, and Dwalin gripped his hair again, harder this time. He pulled his head back and tilted it up with a yank. Fili gasped but the wave a lust that went through his was overwhelming. Dwalin looked down at him for a moment and stroked his face.

He then stood him up, captured his lips in another kiss, and slowly pushed his pants until the fell to the floor at his ankles. He laid him on the bed and positioned himself between his legs. He reached down and with one hand, start stroking Fili's rock hard cock, and with the other he placed at Fili's lips. He took them, and made sure they were wet before letting Dwalin withdraw them. He placed one finger at his entrance, and slowly traced the circle of it. Fili closed his eyes. Dwalin leaned down and kissed him.

"It's alright." He said, "I wouldn't hurt you."

He slowly pressed it inside, and Fili held his breath. Dwalin kissed his jaw, and cheek. "Relax, and breath." He instructed. Fili listened, and slowly the movement of his one finger became pleasurably intense. As he pushed in another finger, Fili clung to him. He didn't tell him to stop, but his whole body tensed. Dwalin was slow, and methodical. He started moving them only when Fili relaxed, and it caused moans to erupt from his prince's lips. Soon he was rocking his hips back and forth, pressing down on Dwalin's fingers, and moving up into his hand.

Dwalin slowly entered a third finger, and this one was a bit much for Fili. He pushed his hand off of his cock, and held it tightly. Dwalin cradled him in his now free arm, and slowly worked his fingers inside. "Master... Dwalin..."

He kissed him and slowly removed his fingers, he reached over to a small cabinet beside the bed, and grabbed some lightly scented oil. He slicked himself up with it generously, and liked how Fili watched. He took Fili by the hips, and pulled him close. He placed his throbbing cock at his entrance, and kissed him, without a word, and slowly started to slide in. Fili winced into his kiss, but didn't back away. Dwalin slowly buried every bit of himself into the young prince, and sat there, motionless, as Fili squirmed, trying to relax his tensing muscles.

Dwalin kissed him passionately. He placed their foreheads together. Fili was shaking. Dwalin moved as gently as he could, and placed their chests together, and wrapped his arms around him, his head resting on his large forearm. Then he slowly started to move. Fili gripped his shoulders, and bit him softly. Dwalin groaned at the feeling and started to pump slowly.

Fili immediately started moaning, and let his head fall back on Dwalin's arm. He jumped as his lover bit him between his shoulder and neck, and bared down just a bit. Fili could tell there were at least teeth marks, if not a bruise. "Ow..." He said softly. Dwalin kissed the spot, and looked down at him, slowing his pace as he spoke: "Don't like being rough, little prince?" The way his voice had changed made Fili shudder.

"Do you?"

"Aye." He placed an out of place, gentle kiss on his lips. "If ya feel ya want to try..."

Fili wrapped his legs around Dwalin, and he knew he wouldn't last long at all if he was rough with him. He tried to suppress his excitement, for fear of ending it all right there. Dwalin instantly understood the hint, and lifted up. The way he moved, made Fili a bit nervous, but he wanted it so bad. He was so aroused and mesmerized, the warrior dwarf could have killed him right there and he would've been happy. He gripped Fili's hips and started moving a bit faster, then faster, then their bodies started to clap together and Fili had to grip the bed beneath him.

Then he felt it. The surge from his erection all the way through his body. "Dwalin..." He tried to stop it but his back was already arching, and Dwalin had already noticed. He grabbed his swollen cock, just as the young prince released onto his stomach, and Dwalin's blanket under him. The sight was too much for Dwalin and after only a few more thrusts, he spilled into Fili, holding his hips so tightly, Fili already felt the bruise.

He softened his grip after a second, and slipped out. He lowered Fili down on the bed, just now noticing he had him lifted. He leaned down and kissed him, softly. "Are ya alright, lad?"

Fili nodded, but his face was red with the after shock setting in. He felt dirty, and slightly uncomfortable, but not because of Dwalin.

Dwalin stood, and grabbed a cloth from a shelf in the corner. He cleaned himself, and walked over and gently wiped Fili's stomach, his softening cock, and his, now throbbing, entrance. Fili stared at him, not sure how to feel about the loving gestures from the dwarf he'd always seen as so strong. He lifted the clothed and wiped what little their was on the blanket, but Fili was suddenly embarrassed about it.

"I'm sorry." He said, and looked away.

Dwalin laughed. He flicked one of Fili's braids, and caused it to land over his eyes. Dwalin didn't fix it and stood, and pulled on only his pants. He picked up Fili's and gave them to him. Fili stood, if a little slowly, and slid them on. He sat back down on the bed, and he heard Dwalin take a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" He asked, rather quickly.

Dwalin looked at him, and gave him a half-hearted smile. "Nothin'." He said and shrugged, "Nothin' wrong. I just..."

"You're worried about Thorin?"

"Well, aye, but also I wasn't thinking of yer uncle in particular."

"We don't have to tell anyone." Fili said, and he walked over to him. "I told you before. I don't want a courtship. I don't want to go by these rules that others have set for my life."

"Those rules are there for a reason."

"Fuck the reason."

"Fili..."

"No! What do you want? Do you want me to walk out that door, and we just pretend that didn't happen? Are you going to ask my uncle for my courtship? He'd jump down your throat." He took a deep breath, and took the larger dwarf's hands in his. "Why can't we just let it be what it is? It doesn't have to be proper, and it doesn't even have to be right, but this is the first time in a long time that I've felt alive. More alive than standing on that ledge ever made me feel... and I don't want to loose that over another damn technicality."

Dwalin pulled him close, and kissed him deeply. Fili knew, this time, it wasn't a goodbye, but there was still a sadness to it, almost apologetic. When he pulled back, and shook his head, but there was a smile across his lips.

"We 'ave to be careful..."