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Author's Note: Thanks to those who have all reviewed up until now. I hope you are still enjoying this story. As usual, fair warning: there is spanking in story. Don't like, don't read.

Chapter Five

Thorin growled as he plowed through the thick snow. "Fili! Kili!" he roared once more. Nothing. He growled again. When he got his hands on those naught little dwarflings ... He had sent out Balin and Dwalin as well, and they too were searching for the two mischievous dwarflings.

"Thorin!"

Thorin spun around. Dwalin was panting. "We found them. Balin stayed with your nephews. It seems Kili is hurt."

"Lead me there," Thorin ordered, and rushed after Dwalin. They burst through bushes and at last Thorin saw the white hair of Balin, comforting Kili and Fili, who were both sniffling.

Fili turned around and squealed. "Uncle Thorin!" He rushed toward his uncle and Thorin embraced him, hugging him tightly and closing his eyes. Then that relief was replaced quickly with another feeling.

Thorin spun Fili around and let his palm crash down on his oldest nephew's bottom. "How dare you?" he growled as his hand fell once more, even harder than the first. "Do you realize how worried I have been?" Thorin brought down his arm once more and Fili cried out this time.

"S-sorry!" Fili cried out.

Thorin glowered but his anger slipped away when Balin put a hand on his shoulder. "Thorin, calm down," he whispered. "Kili is hurt, and he needs treatment. Then you can go home, calm your temper and roast these two dwarfling's backside as much as you want!"

"Aye. Put in a good smack for me," Dwalin grunted as he picked Kili up and cradled the eight year old dwarfling.

Thorin sighed and picked Fili up. "Let's get home," he said gruffly. As he walked, he felt Fili's arms wrap around his neck and snuggle closer.

"I. Am. Appalled." Thorin was pacing in the living room while his two wayward dwarflings stood, heads bowed. Kili's cheek had been healed quickly by the skill of Balin and Dwalin. They were watching, seated on two armchairs near the fire. Thorin stopped to glower at Kili and Fili. "Look at me!"

Fili jerked his head up immediately, while Kili hesitated for a few moments before raising his head. Thorin frowned at them. "It is past midnight, when you should be asleep. Instead, I go up too your room and find out that the two of you are gone, your bedroom window is open and there is no trace of you left!"

"Sorry, Uncle Thorin," Fili and Kili both sniffled. Both looked fully remorseful. No. Not fully. There was a gleam of defiance in Fili's eyes. It was just a small beam of it, but it was still defiance. Fili was not fully sorry for his actions. And Thorin was positive it had been Fili's idea.

Thorin sighed and rubbed his forehead. "What am I going to do with you two?" he groaned. Fili and Kili remained silent. Thorin eyed them. It would simply take too long for him to discipline Kili, and then Fili. Perhaps ... "Dwalin, Balin, a word." And he strode into the kitchen, leaving his nephews behind.

(Balin's POV)

Dwalin and I followed him and shut the door. Thorin paced for a few moments and I watched with my brother. Dwalin was grunting every once in a while and I gave him a nudge that clearly told him to be quiet. "I would like you to discipline Fili," Thorin said at last, directly to me and my brother.

"What?" I gasped and gaped at him. Spank Thorin's nephew? Spank Fili? No, no, no. It wouldn't work. Beside me, Dwalin was gaping at Thorin, unable to say anything. "Thorin, I can't!" I protested, though I kept my voice low enough so that the two naughty dwarflings wouldn't be able to hear me. "I don't have the right to-"

"I give you and Dwalin the right to discipline Fili or Kili," Thorin interrupted. He glowered for a few moments before his gaze softened. "Balin, listen. It will take too long for me to spank both of them. They should be asleep right now! It would much easier if the spankings began at similar times, instead of starting one, finishing it, then starting another."

"Then do it tomorrow!" I tried to argue. Beside me, I saw Dwalin nod in agreement.

"I cannot," Thorin stated firmly. "They will be riddled with guilt, they will dread it, and they won't be able to get any sleep." His voice softened a bit as he added, "I love them too much to make them feel that. Please, Balin, Dwalin."

I stared at him silently. "We'll do it," came Dwalin's rumbling voice. I stared at my brother, then sighed and nodded in defeat. "Just this once, Thorin," I said quietly.

Thorin gazed at me. "Thank you," he said softly.

(Thorin's POV)

It must have been terrifying for my two little dwarflings as I pulled Kili aside. "Uncle? What's going on?" Fili asked as Balin picked him up and gave him a comforting hug. "Uncle!"

I paused. "Balin and Dwalin will be spanking you this time, little one," I said softly.

There was an instant uproar. "No!" Fili snarled. He writhed in Balin's grip. I headed toward my struggling nephew and drew him close.

"Hush, little one," I said softly. Fili flung himself at me and threw his arms around my neck so tightly that I felt as if I would choke.

"I-I don't want him to!" Fili wailed as he hugged tighter. "Please, can't you do it, Uncle Thorin?"

I kissed the top of Fili's golden hair. "Shhh," I murmured as comfortingly as I could. "Fili, it's dawn. You need sleep, and to wait while your brother would get his discipline would be exhausting for both you and him. I cannot discipline you tomorrow or you will be riddled with guilt."

"I won't," Fili whimpered. "I promise I won't."

"You will." I rocked him a bit. "Fili, Balin will be fair. Don't you trust him? Don't you trust me?"

Fili seemed to choke at my words, then he slowly loosened his grip. "Very good, my wild pup," I praised. I gently handed him to Dwalin. "Be brave for me, hmm?" Fili nodded and allowed me to guide my youngest nephew away.

(Kili's POV)

When we arrived at my bedroom Thorin tugged me over his lap as he sat down on an armless chair. He slowly began to inch my trousers down, and then my pants. Thorin leaned over me and said, "Do you understand why I'm going to spank you, little cub?"

I squirmed under his tight grasp and snarled out, "Because you want to!"

SWAT!

I gasped at the incredibly hard smack. It burned and stung. Thorin leaned over me once more and rumbled, "I will take none of your cheek, little one. I shall say this once, and only once: Any more of your impertinence and I shall take you over my knee for a week. Understand?"

I nodded.

SWAT! "Answer me."

"Y-yes, Uncle," I choked out in the most polite voice I could muster.

"Good," Thorin murmured. Then he began spanking. They were light, at first, then grew in force as if my uncle was forcing himself to be sterner. Or at least, sterner than he already was. I had already decided. I was going to be stoic. I would not cry out, I would not have tears streaming down my face. I would not respond. On the fifteenth swat my plan failed. Thorin had placed that swat just on the undercurve of my little bottom, and I had cried out.

I gasped and choked back my tears, closing my eyes shut tightly. I bit down hard on my lip, determined. No sound would come out of this mouth today. The seventeenth swat was slightly paused, and the eighteenth hesitant. No more swats came. Then a shadow fell over me. There was a grunt and a sniff. I opened my eyes and saw Thorin staring at my face, bent down. He reached out with a finger and brushed the place where I was biting my lip. "Ah. This will have to stop," he said. Then he straightened up, and ...

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I kicked and tears finally began to fall. "U-uncle! Please, s-st-stop!" I begged. Thorin continued. "E-ENOUGH!" I bellowed, bucking up. "N-no more!"

Thorin raised his right leg and began spanking the undercurve. "Do you decide when this spanking ends, little cub?" he demanded.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Answer me."

"N-nooooooo!" I wailed out, then hurriedly rasped, "I-I don't decide wh-when this sp-sp-spanking e-ends!"

"Then who does?" Thorin asked as he continued peppering down swats.

"Y-YOU DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

"Do not bellow at me, little one. I am not bellowing at you, so please stop."

"S-sorryyy!"

"There will be a time for your apologies, little one, but not now."

I flung a hand back and Thorin brushed it aside to the small of my back and held it there. I cried and kicked and wailed and flailed desperately in vain. Thorin did not stop. "Kili," he called softly at last. "Why did you make such a reckless decision?"

"I-I don't knooooooooooooowwwww!" I cried out.

"You do know." SWAT! "Come, now, little cub. You can tell me." Thorin's voice was kind, and that made me cry harder.

"C-can't! I really d-don't kn-kn-know!" I wailed, twisting. My breath was now coming in short huffs and puffs, and I was trembling. I would soon be sobbing.

"Kili. Come, little cub. Tell me," Thorin ordered in a gentle voice.

I knew what my uncle wanted. Complete submission. Complete respect, honesty, and submission. So I raised my head and rasped out, "I-I-I d-didn't wa-want F-Fili to th-think that I w-was a-a ... a ... cowd ... coawd ... c-co-cowa-"

"Coward?" Thorin asked gently.

"Y-YESSSSSSSSSSS!" I wailed. "I-I di-dn't w-want to b-be a-a-a co ... cowd ... coard ... w-what you s-said!"

"Mmmm Hmmm," Thorin hummed. His spanks began to lighten as I broke down in complete sobs. "Little cub, I said that it wasn't the time for your apologies yet. But now, little dwarfling, what do you have to say to me?"

"S-sorrrrryyyy! Sorry, s-sorry, sooooooo soooorrrryy!" I wailed.

"Very good," Thorin praised. Then he began to rub my back comfortingly. He waited until my sobs tapered off to sniffles, then drew me up and planted a kiss on the top of my dark-haired head. "You understand why I had to do that, hmmm, little cub?"

"A-aye," I mumbled, drifting off. "'C-cause ... you l-lo-love ... mmeeeeee." And he closed his eyes and Thorin rocked him, lulling him into a deep sleep.

(Balin's POV)

"Nooooo! I won't let you!" Fili roared the moment Dwalin let him go. "I won't! It-it's disgusting! You can't! You won't! I won't let you!"

That was what our stubborn young one kept saying. I sat and waited patiently, letting him rage and storm to let out his anger and dismay. Dwalin had crossed his arms and was watching silently. When no response came from me or my brother, Fili, obviously growing furious, grabbed the nearest thing nearby and hurled it at me. A vase shattered, narrowly missing my head. I saw Fili's eyes widen in dismay and he jerked. "Are you done, laddie?" I asked.

Fili dropped his gaze. "Y-yes." His eyes drifted toward the shattered glass of the vase and widened. "I-I could have killed you," he whispered, suddenly seeming horrified. "I could have killed you with that!"

He was trembling, eyes wide. I pulled him close. "Hush, little one," I said. "Remember, I'm a trained warrior. I've fought in battles before. I knew that vase would not hit me. I took note of its path, though I was rather shocked when it almost clipped my ear." Fili blinked rapidly. "Are you ready now, lad?" Fili gave a small nod. "Good, dwarfling," I murmured, and tugged him across my lap.

Fili squirmed, breathing ragged. I gripped his breeches and began to pull them down. "Noooooo!" Fili grabbed a fistful of his breeches.

I raised an eyebrow. "Surely you did not expect me to spank you over your breeches," I stated. Fili was looking desperate. "Does your uncle spank you over your breeches?" Fili shook his head. "Has anyone spanked you over your breeches?" Another shake of the head. "Then I see no reason to not do so like others." And I tugged him back down and pried his hand away.

His breeches were pulled down just below his knees, then his pants. His bare bottom was exposed and he gasped as cool air washed over his bottom. I patted his back and slightly rolled his shirt up. I felt the young lad trembling on my knees, and I knew how frightening it must be. I had felt the same way when my father, Fundin, had spanked me for the first time.

I placed a hand on his bottom, feeling him tense. Then I raised my arm and swatted down.

(No one in particular's POV)

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Did he mutter it? No. He howled it out loud. Fili gasped. Balin's hand was hard and calloused from former battles. SWAT! "OWWWW!" Fili yelped, jerking. Swat, swat, swat, swat ... on and on it went. He quickly figured out Balin's style of spanking was very unlike his Uncle. Thorin peppered his bottom with swats in a random order, while Balin was direct and methodical. Fili quickly figured out where Balin would land the next swat, tense, try and brace against it. It would fall, then he would tense again and brace himself. So unlike's his uncle's.

"OWWWWW!"

"That was naughty, little dwarfling," Balin scolded as he swatted down hard. "No drifting off. You shall listen to everything I say, and answer every question I ask. Understood?"

"Y-yes," Fili choked out.

Fili was delivered to his bed by a chuckling Dwalin and Balin. The young dwarf was sleeping contentedly, a smile hovering on his lips as he slumbered. Thorin took his nephew from Balin. "Thank you," he said.

"It was my pleasure," Balin replied with a bow.

"A stubborn wee lad, this one is," Dwalin agreed with another chuckle. "Sleeping with quite the fiery bottom right now."

Thorin chuckled as well, then went to set him in bed.

End of Chapter five

Author's Note: Please, please, please review! I hope this chapter was good. Send me your thoughts on it, and I hope Thorin/Balin/Dwalin weren't too harsh on Fili/Kili. It's just that they did something dangerous and they deserved it. You can always send me feeback, too! Thanks for reading, and remember to review!