Chapter Eleven

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Hobbit belongs mainly to J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended.

Author's Note: Thanks to all those who reviewed for the last chapter! Some people found that 'Fili spanking Kili' was boring compared to all the other spankings. Some found it interesting. Either way, thanks for the reviews and telling me how it was! And thanks to all the people who gave me ideas. I'll use them later in the story. This chapter is dedicated to Violet, who gave me the main idea for this chapter. Hope you enjoy, and please review at the end!

In this chapter, Fili is 20 and Kili is 15

"What are you two doing out of your lessons so early?"

Fili and Kili both looked up, slightly alarmed. Fili's apple tumbled out of his hand and Kili was frozen. Thorin raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

"Balin let us out early," Fili quickly said, Kili nodding in agreement beside him. "He said that we were good and deserved an early dismissal."

Inwardly, Fili winced at the lie he had blurted out. In truth, this was how the story had actually went.

"Come on, Fili! Hurry up!" Kili hissed the moment Balin stepped out of the small room that they used for their lessons. "Hurry before he comes back!"

"I'm trying," Fili huffed, stuffing parchment into his pockets. "But if we just leave a mess like this, it'll make uncle and Balin angrier!"

"Balin? Angry?" Kili scoffed, making Fili scowl. "Balin's never been angry with us."

"Would you like to bet on that, little brother?" Fili asked stubbornly. "I think Balin can be angry at us, when he wants to."

Kili snarled in frustration, and snapped, "I don't think so. Very well! Loser must pay a full pouch to the other. Now, hurry!"

Fili, grumbling inwardly, scrambled through the large open window and stuck his head out. "Uhh .. Kili? It's a long way down," he said, slightly worried.

"Go!" Kili hissed. "I hear footsteps!"

Fili stifled a yelp as his little brother shoved him out. He fell out, but fortunately managed to land on a large pile of thick leaves. What a coincidence, he thought sarcastically as Kili plopped down beside him.

"Boys?" Balin's voice came from above.

Fili stiffened. "Go! Go, go, go!" Kili breathed, eyes wide, and the two young dwarves scrambled toward the field where no one would think to look for them. Hopefully.

"Look, Fili! Apples!" Kili cried in delight. He leaped up and snagged two out of the tree that hung above them. "Here you go." Kili handed Fili a big, ripe, juicy-looking apple which Fili accepted. "A prize for our success!"

A success indeed, Fili thought, scowling a bit. It wouldn't be much of a success if Thorin found out that they had lied to him and snuck out of their lessons with Balin. And now their uncle was gazing at him, his brow still raised in that uncomfortable way that made Fili involuntarily squirm.

"Indeed?" Thorin murmured, turning his stern look to Kili, who squirmed as well, biting his bottom lip.

They both knew they had earned a thorough spanking, and maybe even a soaping, for lying and not attending their classes. And Fili hated a soaping even more than a spanking.

"Yes, Uncle," he managed to say along with his brother.

"And if I ask Balin, then he shall agree with what the two of you are saying?" Thorin prompted, a glint in his eyes.

Fili hesitated for only about a moment, then quickly said, "Y-yes, sir."

"Mmmm." Thorin closed his eyes thoughtfully for a few moments, then he opened them again and said quietly, "Then perhaps you would like to accompany me to Balin?"

Fili gulped. They were dead. They would be sleeping with burning bottoms tonight. Wincing, Fili and Kili both muttered, "Of course, Uncle."

"Then, come," Thorin said, glancing over his shoulder. "No need to waste any more time, hmm?"

(Thorin's POV)

"My nephews have confirmed that you have let them out early," I said, glancing quickly at Fili and Kili before darting my gaze back to the dwarf in front of me. "Is that true?"

Balin seemed to frown at the younger dwarves for a few moments. Then his gaze turned back to me, and the look told me everything. I turned to my red-faced nephews with a raised brow. "Well? Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

It was Fili who answered. "No, sir," he said softly. His fair face was red with shame and embarrassment.

I frowned, staring at Kili, who was staring at his feet. His cheeks reddened even more as I narrowed my eyes and barked, "Well?"

Kili glanced up, his eyes round with fear and shame. "No, sir," he choked out, and I felt my heart tighten. He reminded me so much of Frerin ... of my little brother.

"Well?" our father barked.

I tried my best not to flinch, feeling my little brother wince at the loud tone. Thrain, son of Thror, our father, was glowering at us. Even Grandfather was glaring; no, Grandfather was furious. He was nearly trembling with rage.

"Sorry," I said. I was the older brother. I felt more responsible for this, especially in front of my little brother. "Father, Grandfather, it was my fault."

"No, it wasn't!" Frerin cried, then yelped as I stomped on his foot.

"Be quiet," I hissed at him under my breath, and slightly pouted before lowering his gaze again. I stood up straighter and tried to look ashamed. "It was really my fault," I continued. "Frerin didn't want to come at all to Dale with me, Father, Grandfather. There was just this item that I really wanted, and he said that it would be dangerous to go alone. So he accompanied me."

Silence met my truthful explanation. For a few moments, Thrain and Thror both glowered silently. Then Thror said, his voice full of quiet dismay, "You went all that way, fought of all of those Orcs and nearly got killed just to get an item?"

I grimaced. It really did sound worse when Grandfather said it like that. "I suppose," I admitted.

"Er ... I-I-"

"Hush!" I growled at my brother.

"But Uncle Thorin!"

I jerked out of my thoughts, blinking. Kili was staring up at me, looking anxious, and so was his brother. I silently scolded myself for not paying attention to my nephews, and said quietly, "Go on. Up to your room, I'll be there soon."

"And what was this particular item?"

Thorin grimaced. "I can't tell you." He glanced up, biting his lip. "I'm sorry, Grandfather."

Thror seemed thoroughly displeased. So did Thrain. Frerin shuffled beside Thorin, obviously uncomfortable under their piercing stares.

"Well," Thrain said at last. There was so much displeasure in his voice that Thorin and Frerin both flinched. "It's your mother's birthday, and you two get into mischief." Thrain sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can't you two stay out of trouble for once?"

Thorin stared at the floor, his face reddening at his father's words. Frerin was suddenly finding an interest in his fingernails. "Very well," Thrain snapped. "If you will not talk, then we shall make you."

Thorin found himself being dragged by his Grandfather out of the room and into his study, while his father stayed with his brother. Thorin gulped. "Grandfather, please," he pleaded, trying to tug himself out of Thror's iron grasp.

"You have caused mischief, and now it is time to face the consequences," Thror said sternly, gripping the young prince's shoulders and pushing him into a corner. Thorin groaned. It had been a while since Thror had disciplined him, and he had forgotten that his Grandfather liked to make him sit in a corner and think about what misdeed he had caused before moving onto the spanking. He spanked crisply and rhythmically. Thorin would always try to wriggle away from the next swat, knowing where it would fall, and it would smack down crisply and he would howl.

His father was not so similar. He preferred to spank straightaway and in a random manner, spanking and spanking until he broke and sobbed out remorseful apologies.

Thorin hated both strategies.

"Are you thinking about what you have done wrong?" Thror's voice was stern and meaningful, and Thorin involuntarily flinched.

"Yes, Grandfather," he lied.

Thror hummed and made Thorin stand there for another few minutes until he fidgeted. "Come here, my young prince," he said at last.

Thorin turned around but stopped when he saw Thror sitting on a chair. That chair only ever seemed to be used for one purpose. Thorin had never once seen his Grandfather or Father sit in it unless he was about to mete out a spanking. If it was not for the fact that they also comforted him afterwards in that same chair, he thought he would probably have loathed it even more than he did now.

Thorin slowly made his way forward, and when he arrived beside the right of Thror, his Grandfather, without hesitation, gently pulled him over his knees. Thorin fell with a soft explosion of breath, and lay still.

"You have been naughty, little one," Thror murmured as he pulled down Thorin's breeches, making him whimper slightly as the cool air hit his backside. "Very, very naughty. Now it is time to face the consequences for your actions."

Kili was on his bed, shaking slightly. Fili was on his bed as well, and was staring angrily at the wall. "Fili, please don't be mad at me," Kili whispered. "I'm sorry."

Fili was silent, and shot him a glare. Kili dropped his head and turned away and Fili finally spoke. "But you're sorry we've been caught, aren't you? You would never be as sorry as you are now if we weren't caught."

"So would you!" Kili accused with a sullen frown directed at his brother.

Fili gazed at him. "No, Kili. I am sorry that we snuck out of lessons. Not like you."

Kili grimaced. That hurt. It especially stung his pride. He was about to fling back a retort at his brother when there was a knock on the door before it opened. Their uncle stepped in, and Kili gulped. "Get up, and look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Kili scrambled to obey the order. To disobey would be foolish. Extremely. Foolish. They both stood in front of their uncle, heads bowed and eyes cast down.

"Eyes. Up. Here."

Fili jerked his head up, but Kili couldn't help but keep his head down, shame at himself flooding over him. "Kili," said a soft voice. Fili's voice. Fili gave his brother a gentle nudge, and slowly, very slowly, Kili raised his head to meet Thorin's stern gaze.

"You both know what is going to happen, do you not?"

Kili gave a small nod, and then jumped when his uncle barked, "Answer me!"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir."

Kili heard Thorin sigh, and mutter softly under his breath before he sat down on Kili's bed. Kili gulped and took a step back. Thorin gave him a stern look and gestured for him to come closer. Kili reluctantly and slowly made his way toward his uncle, seeing Fili sitting on his own bed, biting his lip and obviously waiting for his turn.

Kili let out a soft explosion of breath as Thorin gently tugged him over his knees. He couldn't help but give a slight groan as Thorin pulled down his breeches and rolled up his shirt. He groaned even more when Thorin rested his hand on his bottom.

"How are you feeling, my little cub?" Thorin murmured, stroking his dark locks.

"Fine," Kili answered stiffly. "Fine, sir."

Thorin hummed, and raised his hand. Kili stiffened, waiting for the swat to fall, and when it did, he howled. His backside burst with heat as Thorin began to swat with his calloused and tough hand. Kili twisted, trying to avoid desperately. "Ow! OWOWOW! Uncle!" he cried. "Uncle, stop! T-too hard!"

"Too-" Thorin frowned. He raised his right knee and began to spank the tender undercurve. "No more," Thorin scolded. "No more of that cheek, my little cub. Understood?"

"AHHHH!"

"Kili." Thorin sighed.

"Ahhh! Yes!Yes!" Kili cried. "S-sorryyy!"

Thorin hummed and lowered his knee and Kili give a soft shudder of relief. He swatted down hard on the already rosy bottom, and Kili let out another wail that made Fili flinch. Thorin glanced at Fili as the light-haired seemed like he wanted to say something, but as soon as their eyes met, Fili fell silent and curled up on his bed once more, leaning against the wall.

Suddenly Kili fell silent, and Thorin frowned down at him, concerned. "Kili?" He bent down and swept away Kili's tangled dark locks, then sighed. "Kili," he said with another deep sigh with a slight growl that followed it. He raised his right leg, but before he could begin swatting that tender spot, Kili immediately released his bite on his forearm with a slight mewling sound.

"No more biting," Thorin said gruffly, and Kili nodded his head quickly, his dark hair flying around him.

"AHH!"

"Answer me."

"Yessir! N-no more bit-ting," Kili sputtered, and Thorin hummed in approval once more.

"Are you ready to speak?" Thorin inquired, pausing and resting his hand on Kili's bottom.

"Y-yessir! Yes!" Kili cried, sputtering and coughing and whimpering.

Thorin gave a small nod. "Good. Now, then, to business. What made you and your brother sneak out of lessons like that?"

"D-don't you know?" Kili spat out, and Thorin, without hesitation, landed a firm swat on his bottom.

"Enough of that insolence, else I'll continue spanking until you can't speak," Thorin growled, though he knew he would never do that. He always monitored his nephews closely during a spanking or scolding. But, as usual, the threat was enough and Kili stammered, "S-sorry."

"Answer my question, little cub."

Thorin heard Kili gulp back a few sobs and he patted gently, waiting for Kili to catch his breath. When his choking sobs turned to slight cries and sniffles, Thorin began paddling down again, lightly but crisply.

Kili moaned, and shuddered violently, but Thorin knew from experience that his light swats would help him concentrate, make him feel safe. "I ... I dunnnooo," Kili sniffled out. "I reallllyyyyy d-dunna know, Uncle Thor'n."

Thorin frowned. Then he sighed and rubbed Kili's hot backside gently. "Then let me help you, little cub."

EPILOGUE

(Fili's POV)

"Lads, straight to work."

I grimaced as I slowly lowered my sore bottom onto the hard wooden chair, and when I sat I saw Kili wriggle uncomfortably and could not help but wryly grin.

"I see your Uncle's done good work with you," Balin commented dryly.

I glanced up at him, worried that he was angry, and to my relief I saw nothing but a bit of concern for our thrashed backsides, and some amusement at the hisses Kili made as he shifted. "Yes, sir," I replied. "Uncle did indeed."

Balin chuckled dryly, then turned back into what Kili and I called 'tutor mode' and tapped the scrolls with a finger. "Get reading, lads." He paused when there was a knock on the door, and said, "Don't try and escape this time."

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir."

Just before the old dwarf stepped out, I said, "Balin?"

Balin turned with a questioning frown. "Aye, lad?"

"Balin, were you angry at us for sneaking out of lessons?" I asked. I felt Kili tense and mutter a curse under his breath, obviously remembering the bet we had made at the beginning of the day.

Balin was quiet for a few moments, then admitted, "Aye, laddie. Perhaps I was, but only a little. Lessons are important after all." He turned and opened the door, then shut it softly behind him.

I turned to Kili with an arrogantly cocked eyebrow. "I win."

Grumbling, Kili slapped a full pouch of coins into my hand, then set to work, scowling. I grinned.

End of Chapter Eleven.

Author's Note: Wow, for some reason this chapter was very hard to write! Sorry that there wasn't a 'spanked Fili' in this, but I decided that cutting off about where Kili's spanking was finished would be enough. Hope you enjoyed, and please tell me what you thought by REVIEWING! Remember, I still accept ideas!