You people are awesome. I went and read and re-read and re-read (and made my family read) all of the reviews you gave me. They make me so happy. So, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I never thought that this little story made up of drabbles would get so many reviews, so thank you again.

So, I'm going to try making this one a little longer. Let me know if you like it in a longer story form or if you just want a couple hundred word drabble.

Now, Rule 5.

Since the last couple of times that Kili did something Thorin was the recipient of it, Kili knew that it would be best to change the recipient of his next prank. He didn't particularly like to, because who else could give the look that Thorin had long ago perfected. But, Kili also valued being allowed on the quest to regain Erebor and knew that if he wanted to stay on it that he'd better not do anything to Thorin. (Though, Thorin's impromptu bath did take care of the remaining buttercups in his hair.) That only left one question in Kili's mind: who would be the next to have his day..brightened…by the healing power of laughter.

Kili knew better than to do it Fili. Fili would just try to retaliate. And it wouldn't even be funny to pull a prank on Ori. Dwalin and Gloin, much like Thorin, would probably fail to see the humor in it if a prank was to be played on either of them. Balin, due to his age and the respect that the brothers had for him, was perfectly safe from any prank being pulled on him. As he went through the remaining list of dwarves, Kili found the perfect victim.

Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit.

Now, one could argue that the dwarves were asking for another prank to be pulled. After all, if they were really worried about him pulling a prank they would have had someone else stand watch with him. Someone like Dwalin, who wouldn't tolerate any of his mischievous ways. Or someone like Balin, who could talk him out of it. But the only punishment that Kili received regarding keeping the watch, was that Fili was not going to be a companion for him.

Looking at Bilbo's sleeping head, a brilliant idea occurred to the young dwarf. The curls were so ordinary in Kili's mind. To a dwarf, hair is the most important accessory. Whether it be on the head or the beard, it had to be unique and whenever the name of the wearer was brought up the first thing that should spring to mind should be the style of his hair. And, in Kili's mind, the poor hobbit's hair was quite plain. It really was an act of mercy that Kili remedied the situation.

It seemed Valar was asking him to do it. After all, the hobbit was in a deep sleep, (which is very hard to accomplish while sleeping in the woods) and the pine tree with its sap dripping down the side of the bark was placed right near to him. Of course, it was a sign. It was too good to be a coincidence in Kili's mind. And so, the young dwarf got to work. By the time his shift had ended, Kili had cleaned up of any incriminating evidence and happily passed the watch to Bofur, who didn't notice the result of Kili's two hour watch.

When Bilbo woke up the next morning, he was greeted by incredulous looks from all the dwarves. At first, he didn't realize what the dwarves were staring at. It wasn't until he looked into Fili's gleaming swords that he was able to see even a bit of his reflection. Looking at it, his jaw dropped in astonishment. His hair, his beautiful, curly hair which had been admired in all of the Shire, had been covered in tree sap until it stood straight up. And in an added twist, in the midst of the spiky horror, Kili had added a few braids.

"Kili," Thorin thundered when he finally saw the hobbit's hair.

Defending himself, Kili protested, "His hair looked out of place with all of the beards and such. I just wanted him to feel unique."

"I think he felt unique enough as the only hobbit in the company," Balin told Kili, his small smile concealed by his beard.

Looking at his uncle one last time, Kili excused himself. "I think that the ponies need looking after." He backed slowly away with his hands making calming motions, before turning so fast that he tripped as he ran in the directions of the poines.

When Kili is keeping watch, it will be with another dwarf and he will be tied to a tree where his sleeping companions will be out of the way. (The only reason for this was because Thorin was not going to let his nephew profit from his prank and he figured that even tied to a tree, Kili would be able to hear something approaching.)

It should be noted that this entire time, Bilbo was still staring in horror at his distorted reflection in the sword, murming something that sounded like, "My poor hair. My poor, poor hair."

So, this isn't one of my bests, but I wanted to get it done before going to church tonight. So, don't hate me for this one. Please leave any suggestions or prompts.