Authoress Note: Goodness, I think I may need a life. (Kili gives me a shake of the head from across the room.) Oh, ah well. Anyway, I blame all the Fan-art for this one. Also another one where their father and mum are dead (ducks as books are thrown). WHAT?! I can't help it. It's set about a month after their deaths and the boys have just moved into their uncles' house. Also, I think this story should have another chapter. With Fili? Yes? Read it and tell me.

Enjoy!

"Kili?" Thorin gently calls out his youngest nephews' name. His face is so close to the brunette that he can feel the warm breath coming out his nose. "Kili?"

It had all started three nights ago when Kili came into his room. It was late and he never would have noticed the lad if he hadn't been getting some more smoking-tobacco from the mantelpiece and saw the small figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Kili? What are you doing up? It's late."

But the lad didn't reply, as he just stood there shifting from foot to foot on the cold floor, eyes downcast.

Thorin wasn't quite sure what the lad was after so they both just stood there awkwardly for a few moments. "What is wrong? Can't you sleep?" Thorin asked the obvious questions, at a loss of what to say.

Kili shook his head; no, ungainly pulling at his tunics' bottom.

"Come here." Thorin said, seeing the boy's clear discomfort.

He sat down in his big arm chair by the fire as the Kili walked up and stood gauchely in front of him, still fumbling with his tunic. He didn't raise his eyes to meet his uncles. Thorin frowned at the boy for a moment, then did something he didn't even think about first; he picked up the lad, setting him down in his lap. But Kili just sat there stiff; unrelaxed; like he wasn't asking for some attention or finding any comfort in being there. But after a while he slowly let himself fall back into his uncles' chest and sleep took him. It was a sweet moment shared between them and when Thorin got ready to go to sleep himself, he picked the small brunette up and put him in the bed. However, they slept on opposite sides; Thorin not very comfortable with the idea of close contact.

The next morning when Thorin woke up Kili was sitting on the bed, blankly staring at him. He quickly turned, got down and ran out of the room, before any words could be said. Thorin could only guess that the child had been embarrass and ran away to hide it. All through out that day Kili stayed away from him or when they did interact he was quiet and drawn.

But it didn't last, as that night Thorin found himself full of nephew by the fire, again. Kili rested his head on his shoulder and this time it took longer for him to fall asleep. And when morning came and Thorin awoke, the lad was so close to his face he nearly jumped out of the bed at the surprise.

"Kili, please don't do that again." He said, regaining himself.

Kili simply sat there, doe eyed and a slight tilt of the head. Having nothing to say he turned, got down off the bed, and ran from the room like the morning before. That day passed much as the previous one had, except Fili was more unpleasant than usual.

And when night came and Kili was back in the room Thorin didn't even have to say anything as the brunette climbed up into his lap and snuggled close to him. He slowly found himself relaxing against the tiny form as his head drop onto the child's. His nephew had nestled his head into the corner of Thorins' neck and fell soundly asleep. But before Thorin could follow suit into the land of sweet dreams, he remember how uncomfortable sleeping in a chair can be and he scooped the lad up into his arms and crawled into bed with him. Together they slept; with Thorin's arm wrapped protectively around the child.

And when the morning came and Thorin awoke first, he let the peaceful moment between him and the sleeping form continue for a while. He smiles lovingly as the younger dwarfs' eyelids flutter in sleep. But as the minutes pass and the brunette doesn't wake, Thorin thinks it time for some intervention.

"Kili?"

The boy shifts and stretches.

"Kili, it's time to wake up."

He slowly opens his sleepy eyes. "No." He flatly states, closing his eyes again.

Thorin softly chuckles. "Come on." He says, patting the lad's stomach.

"No." Kili whines, as Thorin gets up off the bed and takes his warmth with him. Kili involuntarily moves to the place his uncle had been, curling up in the location.

"Kili, come on."

"Ugh." Kili groans. He sits up, bed-head clearly showing.

Thorin is feeling good this morning and finds himself smiling at the lad.

"What?" Kili asks, irritation in his voice.

"Your hair." Thorin says, shaking his head. "Come here." He says, picking the lad up to take him along so he doesn't fall back to sleep.

Today was going to be good.

Authoress Note: MAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wouldn't it be lovely if that was true? Nope, sorry Thorin, only angst can follow. Wait, what's this? The guys are over in a circle... Mmmmmmmm, must be plotting. And what's that? Bilbo just walked over to them, also. I don't like the look of things. Maybe soon we'll see a story with him, too? Who knows... Please review.