iThe clock ticked at a methodical pace making Kili feel the ever pressing need to leave. He hated his visits. But after what had happened Ori had insisted so here he was having some old man poke around in his head as if that was okay. Perfectly acceptable to make people remember the worst moments of their lives only to sit there and silently judge them.

"Had you ever thought what it would be like to have a family?" Dr. Gandalf adjusted his reading glasses.

"Ori is my family."

"And what if I told you, you had a father in England?"

"He isn't my father. Mother was a cheating bitch that slept with anything that moved. When she visited America she banged some indian guy and out popped me." Kili snorted. "Fine fucking prize, I'm surprised I didn't come out covered in herpes and syphilis when she shot me out of her baby cannon."

"You have a low opinion of your mother."

"Damn right I do! After what she did, I would be more worried if I forgave her."

"And what was it that your mother did?"

"You know perfectly well." Kili narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, I have read the police report... but you need to say it."

"Say it?" Kili barked out a laugh. "Righ, because talk really does help that much. What the hell am I paying you for when I can just talk to Ori?"

Gandalf ignored the question and continued on. "The first step to healing is recognizing the problem. We have done that. The second step is to face it, to overcome your fear. Now, take as much time as you need but you won't be leaving this office until you say it." /i

Kili closed his laptop. He hated the fact that he had to watch the recorded therapy sessions. But, his shrink wasn't here in England and the old goat told him to watch them once a week at the same time of their sessions to keep up routine.

He pulled his knees up, tucking his sock covered feet into the throw blanket he had over his lap. He didn't like England... it smelled funny, they spoke weird, their food was bland and always left him feeling hungry... it didn't have Ori... No Ori to show him the new hobbit that the redhead was trying out. No smiles in the kitchen in the morning or smell of coffee. No hugs after getting home from a session with Dr. Gandalf...

"Kili?"

Kili had been pulling up his hood when he heard Thorin's voice. He turned enough to look at the man. It's been over a week and he had only seen and heard Thorin a handful of times. "Yeah?"

"May I come in?"

"It's your house."

Thorin sighed coming into the spacious bedroom. He pulled up the chair across from the little table that Kili was sitting at. He pressed his hands together, lacing his fingers. He looked nervous and sick. His messy hair braided to keep parts of it out of his face, clothing like normal house clothes, finally having a day out of a crisp suit.

"I... would like to address you about the job I had used to get you here for."

"It was an excuse to lure me. I get it." Kili snipped. He hated his therapy sessions, they always bitter and mean afterwards. He took it out on anyone until he could collect himself and smile again.

"I am sorry for that." Thorin leaned back in his chair. "I was desperate to see you, to meet you. I panicked."

Kili sighed, deflating his tense stance. "You could have invited my brother too. It would have made things easier."

"Would you like me to?"

Kili frowned. "Why?"

"To make you more comfortable."

"No.. I.." Kili didn't know how to word it. Why was he doing this? Why did he want to know Kili so badly? Why was he acting as if Kili actually meant something?

Thorin stood up when only silence filled the room. "Tomorrow we will be going out to eat. Do you have anything decent to wear?"

Kili held open his arms showing his hoodie and black shirt underneath. "Take in all my glory."

"We'll go shopping later." Then Thorin left.

It was a few hours later when Kili finally got the urge to try to move from his spot when Fili barged into his room. The blond slammed the door. When it bounced back open he kicked it making sure it stayed shut.

"Having a good day sunshine?" Kili snorted. If Fili followed through with his promises he was sure he was going to have a few broken ribs soon.

"What the bloody hell did you say to uncle?"

"Nothing significant."

"Ugh!" Fili twitched as if he wanted to strangle anything, even air. "I'm amazed you're not genetically twins! You're both emotionally stupid!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's a depressed lump of coal that not even Bilbo can cheer up. When you see him, you have the be the one to talk, he doesn't!"

"So why not break my ribs and be done with it? I was enjoying wallowing in self pity."

"You've been wallowing enough to start ferment," Fili barked. He walked up to Kili and grabbed the thinner man by the arm and pulled him up to his feet. "And the only reason why I'm not throwing you through a window is because my essay got the highest marks in the class. I'm too damn grateful to you to bodily harm you just yet."

"Interesting way to say 'thank you' in English." Kili grunted as he was dragged out of the room.

"Shut up and get your shoes on." Fili finally let go of Kili. He grabbed a jacket and shrugged it on. "Thorin, Bilbo! I'm taking Kili to pop into the pub!"

"Which one?" Bilbo came down the hall, dressed in a blue and white jumper.

"The Prancing Pony."

"We'll meet you there after we're done sorting. You have your inhaler and epipen Kili?"

"No."

"Go get them. I heard that America doesn't allow smoking inside pubs... or bars any more but we do and every pub serves lamb."

Kili mumbled something about the country out to kill him and went back to his room. Grabbed his bag and left with Fili. The drive was quiet and Kili had not noticed when they had arrived until Fili had cut the engine.

"So, we going to call this our first date or are you just hoping to see how light of a weight I am with alcohol?" Kili asked. He was trying to put in an effort to be slightly nice. Actually, no, that was a lie. He was trying to still wrap his head around the whole "there is a family for him" thing.

Fili's mouth twitched into a smile. Kili didn't want to admit it, but Fili did have a nice smile. "You're not my type. I like blondes with different parts and to have a bit of a curve to their hips. As for drunk, that has crossed my mind, but..." Fili ran his hand over his face. He looked tired. "Honestly, it's a last resort."

"For what?"

"To get along with you. I know you don't like our family. You were orphaned, I get it."

"Really?"

"Yes, I do. Mum died so did Dad, Thorin and Bilbo raised me. Bloody hell, Kili, even Bilbo grew up in an orphanage. But that isn't a bonding point, isn't not..." Fili rubbed his eyes. "You're a good person that had a lot of shit happen to you. I get it. So... lets start over."

Kili looked at Fili for a while. Tragedy really should not be something to bound over, he agreed. So he twisted in his seat and held out his hand. "Kili Orson Wells."

"I'm serious." Fili frowned. "No need to joke about your name."

Kili got this a lot. He dug out his passport from his bag and handed it to Fili to show his ridiculous name. "The Home didn't have a last name for me or Ori. There were a couple of other kids too. They took the full names of accomplished men or women and gave us their names as middle and surnames. Ori and I only got the same one because we nearly lit the building on fire if we didn't get it."

Fili handed the passport back, took Kili's hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you Mr. Wells. Fili Thror Durinson, at your service."

"Thror?"

"Great grandfather's name," Fili shrugged. "So, we going in the pub or not?"


Bilbo kissed the back of Thorin's neck as the man typed away at a laptop. He wrapped his arms around Thorin's shoulders slowly unbuttoning the front of his shirt, slipping his hands inside to feel his husband's chest. "Don't work darling. Today is your day off." Bilbo's touches were more for soothing reasons than sexual.

Thorin sighed heavily. "Kili won't talk to me, only wants his brother. It's midday and the boys went to the pub even though I told Kili we would go shopping for clothing for him." He gave a deep sigh and leaned back against Bilbo, looking up to the man he loved. "What do I do?"

Bilbo kissed Thorin's nose. "Let me sort this. Today, you relax. We'll take some time to enjoy ourselves then join the boys at the pub."

Thorin allowed himself to smile. He got out of his seat, grabbed Bilbo and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He moaned as familiar hands threaded into the long locks of his hair. He had been under a lot of stress and his little husband always knew exactly what to do to make things better.


"You... you drink a lot." Fili smiled into his mug of beer.

Kili shrugged. "I don't drink often. Don't know if that has anything to do with that."

"It has nothing to do with it, in fact, it should make you drunk faster." Fili looked at Kili's empty glass. "You want another?"

Kili shook his head. "I should stop at eight pints."

"Good sense." Fili grinned. "Then how about something to eat."

Kili shook his head causing it to swimming. "Should go back. Thorin wanted to... pop into a shop or something, or however you say it here."

"Well. Neither of us are driving, we gotta wait until Thorin and Bilbo come so that they can drive. So, classic pub food. Crisps, chips?"

"What are crisps?"

"Potatoe chips."

"Then what the hell are chips?" Kili couldn't help but grin, leaning back with his arms propped over the back of the bench he was sitting at. "What are fish stix?"

"Fish fingers, and chips are what you call french fries."

"Mmmm... how about something more filling. Like, actual food."

"Picky brat." Fili got up and went to the bar area placing an order. When he came back he put down another pint of blonde ale in front of Kili. He stood looking at the brunette that had his eyes closed and ear buds in. He looked so... peaceful. So...

He sat down next to Kili gently pulling out an ear bud. "What are you listening to?"

"The House In Cypress Canyon." He mumbled. Moving and pulling Fili close, putting the ear bud into one of Fili's ears. He restarted the mp3 file. He was drunk. It was a funny feeling but he still had his mind about him. Though, the thoughts were odd. Like how he was hungry without really being hungry. Wanting to go walking even though common sense said he couldn't do it without someone with him so he wouldn't get completely lost or get a random sheep attack. And there was the idea he liked Fili. He was a good sort, they just can grate on each other at times. But the oddest thought was how much he actually liked Fili's smile.

"You have a funny mustache." Kili nearly slurred as the alcohol was starting to take affect.

"You say that while listening to an old radio play."

"They've got memories."

"What?" Fili reached up and moved a lock of hair away from Kili's face.

"Food." Kili sat up fully, his ear bud falling out as a waitress came towards them with a tray. "Mahal I'm hungry."

"Mahal?" Fili grabbed the mp3 player before it could fall to the floor, frowning a bit when his hand brushed Kili's thigh. Kili was so skinny Fili would classify him as knobby. "Tolkien fan?"

"Tolkien was the man." Kili grabbed a 'chip' that was soaked in brown gravy. He... would never understand the British and their gravy needs. "You know I almost got that last name but they decided not to use it since Tolkien had living family that could sue them for it."

"Serious?"

Kili shrugged trying to stomach the weird pub meal. "Going to eat any?"

"Nope. You eat it, skinny ass."

"Going to bleach my hair after you fatten me up?" Kili snickered.

"You still have extra parts I'm not interested in. So rest assured I shall not woo you dear American." Fili laughed under his breath. Oh, god, he knew he was going to have a hangover in the morning. The alcohol was catching up to him very quickly now that it's reached his stomach.

"That's the most charming thing someone has vomited out in their drunk stupor I've ever heard." Kili laughed.

"I'm not drunk."

"You can't sit up."

"I am sitting up."

It wasn't long until Bilbo and Thorin showed up. Thorin looked much better than he had earlier that day. He smiled at Kili who was waiting for another meal, his stomach demanding for something other than beer and what little was given to him earlier. Kili let himself smile a little. Fili was right, he should be nicer to Thorin. At least give him a chance, but... he couldn't move himself forward beyond a small smile. It was almost as if he was betraying Ori by finding comfort in some new family. He couldn't do that. Not to Ori.

"Well. Someone's going to have a difficult morning." Bilbo commented when Thorin pulled Fili into a sitting position. "Doesn't know his limit, that one."

"HA! Yes." Kili waved a hand in front of Fili's face. "I out drank you!"