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Whatever you want

Fili feels better than he has in days, now that he is finally returning to Erebor. Being King under the Mountain sucks, even more so because it means making alliances with elves. Not that he hates them like his uncle has done (actually he has to admit that he is quite fond of Legolas, who has proven himself to be rather humorous), but travelling first to Rivendell and then Lorien had taken him a few months and he is missing Kili terribly. Now, however, the group of advisors and warriors – including Balin, Dwalin and Nori – he is travelling with has just passed through Laketown and the impressive front gates of his home are getting closer with every step the ponies take.

Not much later they are close enough to see the single young dwarf waiting for them, though, and Fili feels his heart drop to his boots. Gimli being here and not with Kili is not a good sign. Not at all. He runs his pony until he has reached the gates and dismounts it, thrusting the reins into the hands of a guard. "What happened?"

Gimli, one of the few dwarves in Erebor being allowed to do so, does not bow. He seems unsure what to say, which worries the young king even more.
"Is he hurt? Take me to him!"

Gloin's son – and one of the brothers' closest friends – forces a smile, already leading the way to the king's quarters. "No harm has been done to him, however, he is behaving strangely and none of us know why."

Fili frowns. "Why has nobody not told me about the matter in the letters?"

Gimli squirms uncomfortably. "Because he has told us not to, and since he has been in charge in your absence..." He sighs. "He is in a rather sourmood and does not leave the quarters unless completely necessary. It is a good thing you are here, hopefully he will talk and listen to you." They have reached the door leading to the rooms Fili and Kili are sharing and Gimli knocks.

"Leave me alone!"

The king raises an eyebrow, but (after giving his younger friend a troubled look), opens the door and enters, Gimli leaving them alone. "Kili?"
His brother is lying in their bed, facing away from the entrance. The older one's voice seems to startle him, for he flinches and then buries himself deeper beneath the covers, not even turning his head.
Fili thinks his heart stops. "Kili?" he repeats, "What's the matter?"
The black-haired dwarf does not respond.
With wide steps the king goes around the bed, kneeling down in front of Kili's face. The younger one has curled himself to a ball, eyes closed and face hidden in the cushions. Fili cannot help but be hurt. "… Kili?" he whispers, again, and he knows that his brother will hear the pain in his voice.

Sure enough Kili's eyes fly open, but they are troubled and nervous.

Fear is settling in the king's heart. "Tell me. Please."

Kili shakes his head and Fili sighs. He slips out of his boots and crawls into the bed, still in his travelling clothes, and sets to trail feather light kisses over his brother's face until the younger one slowly uncurls his body, rolls over and lets the blond dwarf spoon him.
"You look like you have not been sleeping in quite a while," Fili murmurs, his fingers softly closing his beloved's eyes. "Sleep now." He wraps his arm around Kili's hips, resting his hand on the younger one's belly. For a second he is confused when they find a small, unfamiliar bump – if the other one had been eating so much surely Gimli would not have been that worried? – before realization dawns him. "Kili?"

The black-haired dwarf tenses immediately. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. He sounds like he has not been talking for weeks. "I know you did not want this…"

Fili is still too surprised to tell him otherwise. "When… how long do you know?"

Kili grimaces. "A few days after you left I started to feel nauseous?"

The king clenches his fists. "This is just great," he mutters and the black-haired dwarf flinches, pulling away from the older one. "For one time I have to leave and when I return I find out that my beloved is with child and I have missed part of the pregnancy." His eyes are dark. "You should have had someone sent for me, Kili, and I would have returned instantly." He smiles sadly. "I would have loved to hold your hair out of your face every morning, and to have Bombur cook you whatever strange dishes you may have craved." Dwarves are known to have the oddest eating habits of all people in Middle Earth when with child.

It takes Kili a few moments to realize that his brother is not angry at the him, but rather at himself. "You… these negotiations were too important," he murmurs, slowly returning into his king's arms.

"Nothing in this world is more important than you, not even trading agreements with the crazy witch-elf. And now tell me what made you think that I could be unhappy with this?" The king's hands have found their way to the faintly swollen belly and his face is so close to his brother's that the black-haired dwarf needs all of his concentration for keeping breathing.

"I… you never said anything and-"

He is interrupted by a short, soft kiss. "I haven't really thought about it. You know how rare male pregnancies are, I doubted that we'd ever be so lucky…" The older one's smile is dazzling. Finally he seems to have processed the news. "Do you have any idea how happy you are making me?"

Kili takes a deep breath and also smiles, hesitantly. "… not really?"

Fili's eyes are bright. "I'll show you," he promises and his lips find their way down the younger one's body until he rests them on the slight curve of his brother's belly. "Thank you."

The black-haired dwarf watches him, his relief clearly visible. "I love you," he breathes when Fili's lips return to his own.

The king smiles broadly. "Love you, too," he murmurs. "I can't thank you enough."

Kili blushes. "We'll, it's not really something I've done..."

The older one quirks an eyebrow. "You mean rather something wehave done?" He smirks. "Still, you are making me increadibly happy." For a few minutes they are silent, simply enjoying each other's presence. Then Fili's eyes find the dark circles under Kili's. "As I said before, you look terribly tired, so… sleep. We'll talk about everything tomorrow." He is still grinning broadly when he plants an affectionate kiss on the too-small nose.

Kili looks at him, biting his lower lip. "Sounds great, but... about what you said before…"

"Which part of it?"

"I'm hungry…"

"Whatever you want"