A/N: Here's the next chapter! I took a lot of advice from the reviews, so thanks to those who gave me suggestions! Enjoy!
"Fillllli! Where'd you go?" Fili was standing by the door to the room he'd tucked Kili into, and he shook his head. They company were all singing, and Fili had just joined in when he heard his brother bellow. Fili walked back to his brother.
"Fillli. Can you fell that?" Kili whispered, not looking at Fili.
"Feel what, little brother?"
"The spinning. The house is spinning, or maybe the whole world. Maybe it's just the room. Fillli, am I spinning?" Kili whispered, looking panicky, and a little green. Fili was about to respond when Kili lurched up and threw up into the conveniently left bucket. After he was done, he laid back heavily.
Bilbo silently walked up to them, holding a glass of water. "I thought you he might be wanting some water," he said, somewhat nervously. Fili took the glass and Kili tried to sit up, succeeding eventually, albeit ungracefully.
"Thank you, Mr. Baggins," Fili said. He was surprised when the hobbit sat down on the chair beside them.
"I remember the last time I drank so heavily. It was my great aunt's birthday, and some of my relatives were being just vile. I think I drank their entire supply of red wine, just to keep from snapping and telling them all how horrible they were. I was so drunk that someone wheeled me home in their wheelbarrow," he said, chuckling to himself. "Anyways, sleep well," he added before walking back out of sight.
"Feel any better, Kee?" Kili nodded slightly. "And no, you're not spinning. Nothing is. So go to sleep, alright," he said. Kili groaned, but closed his eyes. Satisfied that Kili was at least pretending to sleep, Fili went back to join the singing.
When Fili went to prepare for bed, he noticed that Kili had moved his bedroll further into the corner. He had wedged himself into the corner, tucked partway behind a chair. That is how Kili liked to sleep; practically crushed underneath or between something. When Dis made his bed as a child, he always had to re-do it, tucking the edges of the blankets further under the mattress so he literally had to shimmy his way into bed. It made him feel secure. There was actually a time when Kili insisted on sleeping underneath his mattress or tucked behind the couch cushions. He loved when Thorin would pretend he didn't see him there and sit on top of him carefully.
Fili laid out his bedroll right next to Kili's. When Fili finally crawled into bed, Kili woke briefly. Just long enough to get sick into the bucket, drink the water Bilbo had gotten him, and drag Fili's body closer to his, so that Kili was laying on his back with his shoulder's squished up against the wall and Fili's back.
Thorin watched this all transpire with a smile on his face, before getting his bedroll set out in a quiet corner.
The rest of the night passed without any issues. Kili slept soundly the entire night, barely even moving. Bombur was the first one up, as he was practically every morning. He prepared a simple breakfast, trying to be quiet so as not to wake the others until necessary. They tended to get in the way when they tried to 'help' with meals. He accidently dropped an pan into the sink, causing all of the dwarves to startle awake.
Kili woke quite violently, sitting bolt upright and trying to crawl over Fili in an effort to get out of bed. The bucket was gone, and he didn't want to throw up on his brother.
"Ouch! Get off, Kee!" Fili growled, shoving Kili off of him and sitting up. Kili didn't seem to hear him, as he was too busy crawling in the direction of the toilet. Fili started to pack up his and Kili's items. When Kili came out of the bathroom, he was on his feet, very shakily. He was white as a ghost, looking quite miserable. Kili wobbled over to where his bedroll had just been and laid down on the hard wood floor.
After a moment, he realized that it was not nearly as comfortable as it had been earlier and he opened his eyes. "Where'd my bed go?" he asked, looking terribly sad and betrayed.
"I packed it up. We've got to head out today. Bombur's got breakfast going. Get dressed so you can eat," Fili said, knowing full well that Kili wouldn't be eating breakfast that morning.
"Ugghhhh," Kili said, tucking his nose into the crook of his elbow, having caught a whiff of whatever Bombur was cooking. Fili smiled, looking a bit menacing.
"What, brother? You love Bombur's cooking! The bacon and potatoes all cooking in the grease! I think he's even got some eggs, all runny in the middle like you like," Fili said, chuckling to himself.
"Aule help me, stop it, Fee," he groaned, turning green again.
"I'm sorry, Kee. I just couldn't help myself," Fili said, lightly punching Kili in the arm. Dwalin was making his rounds to ensure that everything was ready to go. When he reached the boys, he smiled briefly. It was the same menacing smile Fili had smiled just moments before.
"We're leaving in an hour," he said, far more loudly than he needed to. "KILI! I hope you are well this morning," he continued to basically shout. Kili groaned and tried to bury his head under Fili's knee. Dwalin chuckled. Fili stood and helped Kili do the same.
They walked to join the others, but once they got a little closer to the dining table, Kili turned around on his heels and started off the other way. "I'll get the ponies saddled," he grumbled. Fili followed him out the front door.
One by one, the other dwarves joined them out front. Thorin walked up to his nephews. "Fili, Kili, you are on cleanup duty this morning. We want to leave the burglars home in order," he said before turning to get his pony ready.
Kili blanched. Fili laughed out loud. This would not be pleasant for his little brother. They obediently went back inside the house. The smell of breakfast was still potent. Kili started into the kitchen, but once again could not make it all the way inside. He ran to the bathroom instead. Fili got to work washing the dishes with Bofur's help.
After several minutes, Kili joined them. He started drying the dishes that Fili washed and stacking them on the counter. Fili glanced at his brother. Kili had tied a piece of cloth around his mouth and nose. Fili fell on the floor laughing, gasping for breath.
Kili just shook his head, drying the last dish and walked away from his still laughing brother, removing the cloth from his face.
Once they were outside, the company had all mounted their ponies ready to go. Kili slumped when he got to his pony. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through this day. He slowly got on the pony. The rest of the company had started on down the road.
He rode to catch up with his brother. "How are you doing?" Fili asked, looking over at his brother. Kili had an expression on his face that conveyed just how he was doing. Not well. Kili just shook his head.
"You do realize that you got yourself into this situation. You have no one to blame but yourself," Fili said.
"Oh, thanks mum. That's very helpful," Kili grumbled. "I think you are partially to blame here, too, though. You should have said no when I said we should go to the pub."
"Are you saying that it's my job to keep you out of trouble? That you are incapable of making your own intelligent decisions?" Fili asked incredulously. This was gold. He'd be able to use this conversation to control his brother for years to come.
Kili regretted having said that. "Shut up," he said, spurring his horse to move ahead of his brother. He didn't make it far before he leaned to the side and threw up on the ground. Fili had caught up with him, leaning over to pat his brother on the back. "Shut up," Kili said again, smiling sheepishly at his brother.
Review please! And I may continue this, just jumping ahead to another incident of overindulgence.