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Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: Enjoy this one as well! I noticed that I didn't have a lot of spanking in the last chapter, so I tried to put in a bit more this time ... this fic is for all Cheeky-Kili lovers! :) Sorry for the long wait!

In this fic, Fili is 37 and Kili is 32

"Well, maybe if you'd stop treating me like I was just a mere dwarfling, you fat-"

"Don't you speak to your uncle like that, laddie!"

"I don't care!"

Fili grimaced and rubbed his forehead. His brother, Kili, was red-faced and furious, yelling at their Uncle. Not the smartest idea, especially when that uncle was Thorin Oakenshield. Fili could tell that Thorin's temper was growing and patience being pushed to his limit, but Kili continued to bellow. Fili grimaced. When his brother lost his temper, he got dangerous.

"Kili-"

"Don't 'Kili' me!" Kili shouted.

"Enough of this-"

"You may think so Uncle, but it's not enough!"

"When I say it is enough, it's enough."

"No, it's not!"

"Kili, maybe you should stop-?" Fili tried.

Kili turned a furious glower on him that nearly surpassed Thorin. It was so dark that Fili cringed. "Who's side are you on, brother?" Kili demanded.

"Nobody's," Fili replied evenly. "But, Kili, stop this nonsense."

"IT'S NOT NONSENSE!"

"Don't you speak to your brother like that, Kili!" Thorin roared, his patience snapping at last. He set such a furious look at them that Fili flinched and stepped back, head bowed. But Kili didn't.

Kili was quivering in near rage; no, he was already deep within his rage. "Kili," Fili tried once more, gripping his brother's wrist tightly. "Kili, listen to me." Fili leaned forward and close to Kili's ear. His breath stirred Kili's billowing hair. "Brother, you shall apologize to Uncle at once, then you're coming with me to spar. You need to release some of that temper, and doing it on Uncle isn't the best strategy. Now, say you're sorry."

Kili was trembling, either in rage or because he seemed close to tears. "'m sorry, I suppose," Kili muttered ungraciously.

Fili narrowed his eyes and tugged his brother over again, none-too-gently. "Say that again, sir, with sincerity. Else I shall take you over my knee myself and spank you until you have nothing else on your mind but being the dwarf I know my brother is."

(Kili's POV)

I never disobey my brother when he uses that tone. I secretly call it 'Fili attack', especially when he paddles me. It isn't often he spanks me, but when he does, he does it good. So I turned to Thorin, who now stood sternly with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"I'm sorry, Uncle," I murmured.

"For ..." Fili muttered.

"For ... for being disrespectful."

"And ..."

"And showing unacceptable behaviour."

"Apologize again, brother."

"Oh, hell! I've done it enough, haven't I?" I spat out. Fili sent me such a vicious glare that I swore I felt a tingle begin in my backside. "I'm sorry again, Uncle."

"Accepted," Thorin said.

I turned away, my pride stung and feeling rather unhappy. Fili and I set outside, promising Thorin that we would return by dinner. He would skin us alive if we didn't. I was still feeling unhappy when we arrived at the training area, just near Dwalin's house. We could go to him if we needed to.

I felt Fili's gaze on my miserable self, and felt him soften a bit. "You know that yelling at Thorin doesn't get you anywhere," Fili remarked. "In fact, it makes him even sterner and stricter."

"I know," I grumbled, taking out a sword and examining the blade nonchalantly. It was sharp, but I knew that Fili and I would never train with real blades. We would be training with wooden ones.

"I've noticed that you've been feeling ... disagreeable lately."

"Mmmm," I hummed. I shoved the blade into its sheath and picked up a wooden blade. "I don't know why."

Now it was Fili's time to hum thoughtfully. I shifted my weight from one foot to another, feeling uncomfortable under his intense stare. I turned to him, forcing myself to meet his steady gaze. "Aren't you going to get a sword?"

Fili narrowed his eyes. "You really think I've taken you here just to train?" He shed his coat and glanced around. Placing it on a conveniently-placed log, he turned and looked at me. "This is just the right place for a well-deserved swatting."

I felt myself stiffen. "What?"

"A spanking, Kili. I'm going to swat your little bottom until it's nice shade of pink."

I frowned at him. "You're ... what? Fili! Others will see!"

"Only if you're loud," Fili retorted. "There's plenty of cover nearby."

Indeed there was. Trees and thick bushes surrounded us, but I wouldn't go down without a fight.

"But ... but what if Balin or Dwalin ...?" I could just imagine it. The two brothers, or one of them, comes out for some fresh air, and sees me over my brother's lap, being spanked soundly.

"It isn't as if they haven't seen your rear end before," Fili replied nonchalantly with a shrug. "I even remember Dwalin spanking you once."

"Fili!" I groaned.

"Aye?" Fili answered innocently. I growled and huffed at him. He grinned at me. "How adorable you look when you pout like that, brother," he chuckled. Then he pointed to the spot before him. "Now, come here, brother."

I stared at him. Go? Go and accept the thrashing he was about to give me? Nay! "No," I said in a low tone. "I won't."

Fili's look darkened. "What?"

I bit my lip, then spat it out quickly, remembering the lecture I had received the last time Fili had spanked me after seeing my bloodied lip. I had been biting so hard that it bled. "I'm not going to let you spank me. You won't. You can't." Desperation crept into my tone, and I cursed myself.

"Let? Can't?" Fili muttered. He scowled at me. "Let me show you what I can and cannot do, little brother." And he grasped my wrist, dragging a gasping me and tugging me over his lap. "You are in serious need of a sound spanking, little boy, and I'm going to give it to you."

(Fili's POV)

"Ow! Fili!"

"Hush," I growled. I swatted down again. "Unless you want others to hear you?" I sniffed a smile when my brother shook his head desperately.

"N-no," he stammered. "B-but you're sp-sp ... you're spanking me too hard!"

"Nay, I'm not," I answered in a soft tone. "Thorin spanks you harder."

"Ow! Ow!" Kili yelped again. Then he began to softly cry, burying his face in the palms of his hands and desperately trying to stifle the sounds.

"Shhhh," I purred. I rested my hand on his bottom. "Shhhhhhhh. It'll be all right, little brother. Deep breaths, Kili. Deep."

Kili inhaled and shuddered, letting out a cough, then another. I felt a twinge of concern. The sound of Kili's cough was of one who was ill. I bent over, gently putting my hand on his forehead, casually pretending to stroke loose hair away from his face so that Kili wouldn't know, then released a sigh of relief. Kili's face was flushed, as it always was during a spanking, but his forehead wasn't hot. He wasn't ill, he had probably just been coughing to stifle his quiet sobs.

"Brother, I'm not going to spank you anymore as long as you promise me one thing," I murmured. I drew Kili into my lap and he buried his face in my tunic, his body trembling. "Promise me that you'll try and hold in your temper. Promise me that you'll be polite to uncle. Well, to anybody, in that matter."

"E-even Morkar?"

Morkar was a dwarfling around Kili's age, and a rather nasty dwarfling. He was mean and harsh to everybody. He was a spoiled brat, I thought grimly.

"Aye, Kili. Even Morkar."

"P ... pr-promise," Kili mumbled when I began to flip him over my lap again. I grinned. Kili wiped an arm across his face, as if hoping to swipe away all trace of crying.

I smiled at him, then murmured to him comfortingly, knowing he welcomed it. "You feelin' better?"

"More than before," came the soft, drowsy reply.

It was as I had expected. Kili had this inner pain that sometimes escaped from its cage. It was jealousy, anger, and loneliness that made it. He was jealous that Thorin treated me like a fully-grown dwarf, while our uncle treated him as a still-young dwarfling. He was angry because it seemed everyone was against him. He was lonely because he felt no one understood him properly.

I often had to paddle that inner pain away. Thorin didn't know about it, though. Only I did. I understood my brother better than anyone. And I knew what he wanted from me right now. The words I always gave him after a paddling.

I leaned over and hugged him tightly. "I am here, brother," I murmured into his ear, feeling him shiver. "I'm here. I always am. For you."

"Look! It's our little prince!" a voice sneered.

Kili spun around. He had been standing (with good reason) on the training field, sharpening a small knife he always carried, just in case. It was Benor and his two brothers, Fenor and Senor. They always picked on him. Kili grimaced as Benor, the oldest, whacked his backside with the hilt of his sword. He hissed.

"Oh! Has our little prince been bottom-warmed?" Benor cried triumphantly.

Kili cringed.

"Aye, I think so, brother," Fenor sneered. "Look at his face, he's obviously been crying!"

Kili felt his face burn. "Shut up," he muttered.

"Now he's angry!" Senor cried. "What's he going to do to us? Spank us?"

"Shut up!" Kili snarled. He lunged forward, grabbing Senor by his tunic and punching his nose with a sickening crack. Senor stumbled back, blood dripping from his nose.

Fenor and Benor lunged at him, tossing him to the ground and kicking his ribs and snarling at him. Kili tried to get up, thrashing desperately. When he couldn't, he could feel tears of frustration begin to prick, and he angrily clenched his fists.

"Laddies! Enough!"

A moment later, Fenor, Benor, and Senor were sent away, and Kili felt himself being picked up beneath the armpits and carried into a house. He was set on a bed. Shaking, Kili opened his eyes. Dwalin peered at him, looking worried.

"Did they break anything, lad?" Dwalin murmured.

"N-no. I don't think so," Kili managed.

Dwalin proceeded to check him over anyway, running his hands over his ribs carefully, muttering to himself under his breath. "You're good. Bruised, but you'll be fine," Dwalin said. "Now that I am reassured that we're safe-" Dwalin grabbed Kili, and pulled Kili over his lap. Kili gasped. "We shall get to business."

"Noooo!" Kili exclaimed in a low tone. "Dwalin!" he cried in protest when the older dwarf dragged down his breeches. "Dwalin!"

"Hush. As long as I am careful, you shall be fine, and I will be very careful indeed." Dwalin rested his hand on Kili's backside. "Your bottom is quite rosy, little dwarfling. Did someone spank you? Was it your brother or uncle?"

Kili whimpered, feeling his face go hot. "I-I ... Ow!"

Dwalin swatted down again. "Well?"

"B-but ... Ow!"

"I've already told you several times that fighting is unacceptable." Dwalin landed another swat that made Kili jerk and gasp. "Your uncle has told you as well. It's time you started listening to us."

"Ow! Plea-Ow! No, D-Dwalin! Owww!"

"Kili, promise me that you'll keep a firm hold of your temper," Dwalin said. He paused, resting his hand on Kili's backside. "Promise me and we'll be finished."

Kili quivered. "I ... I p-promise," he croaked.

"Good lad." Dwalin slowly and carefully drew up Kili's breeches and patted his back. Kili angrily swiped at his face. "You're a good lad," Dwalin murmured as he rubbed Kili's back. "I won't let you throw that away. You may be reckless and arrogant at times, but that's our Kili. And our Kili isn't going anywhere."

"You're late," Thorin commented as Kili entered the room. Thorin scanned Kili up and down and frowned at the bruises on his arms. "What happened? Have you been fighting out on the streets again?" Thorin scowled.

"At the training area," Kili muttered, sitting himself down slowly. Thorin raised an eyebrow when Kili shifted, seeming uncomfortable. He let his eyes roam to the other side of the table and found, with amusement, Fili eating and shooting a quick knowing glance at his brother.

Ah. So Fili had had to swat his little brother. And most likely with good reason, considering his youngest nephew's actions and behaviour lately, Thorin thought wryly. "I've told you not to get into fights," Thorin said with a sigh. He passed Kili his dinner.

Kili quickly dove into the warm soup and bread. "I know," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "You've already told me."

"Don't you take that kind of tone with me, young sir," Thorin warned, narrowing his eyes in warning. "I hope that Dwalin tanned your deserving backside the moment he got his hands on you, little dwarfling."

"Stop calling me a dwarfling!" Kili bellowed, leaping up. His eyes flashed dangerously when Fili tried to pull him back down. "Let go, brother!" he snarled at Fili, and Fili flinched back at the dangerous look.

"Don't speak to me or your brother like that!" Thorin demanded. "I've taught you better than-"

"Then stop treating me like I'm a little dwarfling!" Kili screamed. He slammed his fist down on the table and a bowl of hot soup fell to the ground, but everyone ignored it. "I've had enough! You just shut up about teaching me, you haven't taught me anything!"

SMACK!

Thorin blinked. He stared at the palm of his hand and Kili on the ground, eyes wide with shock. A red mark was on Kili's left cheek, but luckily it was not bleeding. There would just be a nasty bruise. Regret filled Thorin immediately. "Kili, I-" he began.

"Go away!" Kili shouted, tears welling in his eyes. "You're not our father! Our father is dead! Go away!" Kili turned and fled.

Thorin watched him go, then turned to Fili, eyes wide. "What have I done?" he whispered.

Fili put a hand on his arm. "Uncle, Kili is at a delicate age right now," he said carefully, not wanting to experience his uncle's wrath himself.

"That gives no reason for him to speak like that to you-"

"Uncle, Kili and I have always been equals," Fili retorted.

Thorin stopped. He allowed Fili to hug him tightly. "Go speak with him, uncle," Fili whispered. "Go and chase away that big hurt inside of Kili."

Kili looked up when the door opened slowly with a creak. Thorin stepped in, and Kili scowled. "I told you to go away."

Thorin merely strode over to his bed and slowly sat down. "Kili-"

"I said, go away!" Kili snarled.

"Kili!" Thorin hissed. "I understand that you are angry; I understand it all. But please, use a civil tone. You know better than that."

Kili scowled and looked down, knowing that his uncle was correct. "Forgive me," he replied coolly.

"Of course."

A silence fell between them. Kili absently rubbed his cheek, where Thorin had hit him. His face burned at the memory. Thorin reached out and caressed his cheek gently. Kili squirmed silently, awkwardly, then forced himself to relax. Unsure of what to do, he fidgeted with his hands until Thorin cleared his throat. He looked up.

Thorin's eyes were surprisingly soft. "Oh, Kili." His voice was soft and tender. "My dear little Kili. What would I do without you?"

Kili's throat went dry as his uncle shifted back on the bed, finding a comfortable and good position. Thorin pulled Kili gently over to him; Kili stumbled before falling over his uncle's knees with a soft explosion of breath. "You've been naughty, my little cub," Thorin murmured as he bared Kili's bottom, making him shudder. But he didn't fight. "I discipline you because I care for you."

And the first swat landed.

Kili gasped, rearing up a bit before lowering himself back down, clutching the blankets in his fists. "Ow," he protested softly. "Uncle!"

Thorin paddled him silently and swiftly. Kili's bottom burned within moments. Gasping and grunting with each swat, he buried his face in his arms and began to softly weep. Pain. All he felt was pain. But not the pain in his backside. The pain in his head, in his heart.

Fili hadn't managed to heal him this time. "Ohhhhh! Oh, Uncle!" Kili cried softly.

Thorin scooped him up immediately, hushing him and kissing his unruly hair, and murmuring soft words. "Shh, Kili. Hush, my little cub. I know. I know, it hurts."

Kili gasped again and swiped his arm across his face, quivering. "S-so scared!" he cried softly. "N-no one likes me any-anymore. No o-one loves Kee."

"Hush," Thorin soothed, alarmed by the hurt inside of Kili. "Of course everyone loves Kili. You're our Kili. No one else's."

"B-but-!" Kili gasped again, tears running freely down his cheeks now. "But, all y-you did w-w-was scold m-me ... y-yell at me ... Oh, Uncle! Th-thought you d-dinna love m-me any'more!"

"I shall always love you. I am always proud of you, no matter what you do. And Kili, all I did was scold you all the time?" Thorin stroked Kili's hair, frowning when his nephew dropped his head. "Look at me, little cub." Kili kept his head down. With a soft sigh, Thorin curled a finger under his barely-bearded chin and lifted his face. "Your behaviour was unacceptable for the past week, little cub, that's why."

"My ... M-my ac-actions," Kili choked, acknowledging Thorin's words. "S-sorry! Sorry, U-uncle! B-biggest sorry!"

"I know," Thorin soothed. "But we're not finished yet." And he flipped Kili over his knees, making his nephew cry out in protest.

"N-noooooooo!" Kili wailed. "Noooo! N-no mooooore!"

"Yes, a bit more," Thorin said, swatting down, now knowing that he could destroy that hurt inside of Kili. "You're being very brave, my dear Kili. I'm proud of you."

"N-nooo! Y-you're not!"

"What?" Thorin was taken aback. "Kili, when have I ever-"

"H-heard you! T-talking with ... with D-Dwalin an ... and Balin!"

Thorin cringed, realizing what Kili was talking about.

"And your nephews? How are they?"

"They are fine, Balin," Thorin replied as he smoked his pipe with his two old friends. "As naughty and wild as they always are."

"I heard something loud yesterday," Dwalin remarked as he sharpened a dagger. "Was it the oven again? Do we need to build a new one?"

"Nay. The bed, this time," Thorin sighed. "Mine, actually. I cannot believe how they managed to light a bed on fire."

"Fire is a dangerous enemy at times," Balin muttered. He shot a glance at Thorin. "You should warn your nephews not to play with fire."

"I did." Thorin blew a smoke ring and it floated into the distance. "They do not listen."

"If words fail, then actions will succeed," Balin retorted. "It's time you gave them a good bottom-warming, Thorin. Especially to Kili. The wee bratling just can't stay out of trouble."

"Kili is a difficult child. He always has been," Thorin responded with a sigh. "But that's Kili." He frowned. "I often wish Kili would be more like Fili. Responsible, calm, and temper-in-check. But I suppose if Kili was like that, he wouldn't be our Kili."

"No, he wouldn't," Dwalin agreed. Balin nodded in agreement.

Hurriedly, Thorin moved on, not wishing to discuss that day. "You were eavesdropping, little cub?" he growled with a heart swat. Kili yelled.

"AHHHH! N-NOOO! L-listened! B-by acc ... acci ... acciden ... BY MISTAKE!" Kili bellowed.

Thorin frowned. "'Listened by mistake'," he quoted. "An interesting jumble of words, young sir."

"OWWWWWW!"

"You know I don't condone lying. Kili, tell the truth. How did you find out?"

"AHHHHH! I-I-!"

"Excuse me?" Thorin landed three hard swat, making Kili jerk. When his nephew merely collapsed over his knee, sobbing and kicking, he paused, smoothing his hand over the now hot bottom. "Perhaps you are trying to say that you were eavesdropping?" Thorin suggested, deciding to help him along.

Kili nodded desperately. "AHHHH!"

"Excuse me?" Thorin said again.

"Yessir!" Kili sputtered out, getting in a few solid kicks. "S-sorry!"

Thorin hummed in a low tone. "Aye, little dwarfling. You should be sorry indeed." He began spanking again, and when Kili threw a hand back to cover his backside, palm up, Thorin swept it up to the small of his back and continued, though he did lessen his intensity a bit.

"Now, to discuss something more important ..." SWAT!

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"What am I doing to you, little Kili?"

"AHHHH! S-sp ... SPANKING ME!" Kili bellowed.

"Indeed."

The door creaked open and Fili shuffled in, eyes fixed on Thorin and Kili. Thorin gave him a quiet smile. Fili always stood by his little brother. He nodded to the small rocking chair in the corner, and Fili seated himself, eyes still on his crying brother.

Thorin turned his attention back on Kili. "I am spanking you, little dwarfling," Thorin said in a low tone. "Feel what I am doing to you. Do not listen to that deep hurt inside of you. Ignore it. Focus on my voice."

Kili shuddered, sobbing, and Thorin released Kili's hand. Kili slowly drew it back, wringing the blanket with both hands now instead of with just one.

"Good little cub," Thorin murmured, drawing Kili up, satisfied. "Listen carefully. I shall be proud of you always, little Kili. No matter what happens, I shall always love you." He looked up, drawing his other arm open as he rubbed Kili's back. "Come, Fili."

Fili hesitated for only a moment, before he jumped up and ran over, allowing Thorin to pull him into the warm embrace.

Thorin smiled as he peeked into the boys' room. Fili and Kili were sleeping soundly; Fili on his back, and Kili on his stomach. The blanket on Kili's side had fallen off, so Thorin quietly crept through the door and picked up the blanket.

Drawing it over his youngest nephew, he smiled again before turning to walk to his own bed in the other room, when a small hand clutched his wrist. Thorin looked down.

Kili's eyes were half-open and filled with drowsiness, but he still mumbled, "Love you, uncle."

"Go to sleep," Thorin murmured, gently placing Kili's hand on the bed again.

With a contented sigh, Kili shifted before falling asleep again. Thorin returned to his room, his heart light.

End of Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed! I made that extra long to make up for the wait! I hope you enjoyed. Please REVIEW!