A/N: 'The Hobbit' belongs to various parties that aren't me. This sort of links to my other one-shot 'The Lion's Advisor', which is the other side of the Brotp. Please read, review if you want to and don't let the muggles get you down :)

Fili's Knowledge

Fili knew Kili better than any dwarf in Middle Earth.

He knew that Kili was impulsive, always rushing off to do whatever-wherever with all the urgency of a hurricane.

He knew that Kili was mischievous, just like him. The two had received an innumerable amount of scornful looks as a result of a well-schemed practical joke.

He knew that Kili was brave, as were all of Fili's kin, and constantly willing to leap in to the fray to aid a friend.

He knew that Kili was brash on occasion but a terrible flirt, despite the maidens (and on occasion men) who flocked towards his classic, rugged looks and soulful eyes.

And Fili knew- although not many were aware and the dwarf in question only guessed- of the demons that haunted his brothers every step, thought, word.

Fili knew who made these demons, where they crept from in the night. And for his part he was guilty, though he tried to fix it.

He knew, however, that his brother was determined and would stop at nothing to do right.

Moreover Fili knew Kili was good. Good in a raw way, good in the best way and good with a heart made of something altogether more precious than gold.

Lastly, Fili knew that Kili was his friend- his dearest friend- and much the same as him. But more than that, Fili knew he loved his brother. His baby brother. The brother that, on their perilous journey, he had sworn to protect. With his sword, his shield, his heart, his body, his mind, his soul. His life.

Because Fili knew his brother was a constant, an anchor in the storm and infinitely more valuable than any horde could ever be. He loved him. Always had done, always would.