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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Thanks so much to everyone who read, reviewed, favourited, followed, etc! I realized that Fili and Kili haven't been spanked together in a while; it's just usually Kili. So in this chapter I'll make sure they'll both get into mischief! Enjoy, and please review!

Chapter Thirteen

In this chapter, Fili is 29 and Kili is 24.

"Ow! Fili!" Kili whined.

"Stop whining, Kee," Fili said nonchalantly, swatting his brother on the shoulder again.

Kili huffed.

The two brothers paused under the tree thoughtfully. Kili glanced at his brother. "Have you realized that we haven't gotten spanked in a while?" he commented casually, sitting under the tree.

Fili plucked out two apples from the Apple Tree and handed one to his brother. "Yes, Kili. That's a good thing, too." He bit into his apple, then made a face, complaining, "Ew. Sour."

Kili grinned as he chomped his fruit. "I like my fruits sour," he commented. Then he paused before saying, "Yes, Fili. I know it's a good thing. No one likes a spanking." He frowned as he nibbled his apple. Fili had already thrown his out and was searching for a more riper one. "But no spanking means no mischief."

"No pranks," Fili added. He picked out a redder apple and bit into it. He grinned before saying, "It's sweet. Just the way I like it."

Kili rolled his eyes. "I'd say it's been a bit too peaceful around here, don't you think?"

"A bit too quiet," Fili agreed. "Except for the occasional cries Gimli lets out."

"Gimli? That annoying dwarfling who lives in Mister Gloin's house?" Kili made a face.

"Aye. And don't call Mister Gloin's son annoying, else he'll be after your blood with one of his big axes."

"I doubt that." Kili rolled his eyes. "Thorin will murder anyone who touches us."

Fili shrugged. "Maybe."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the sounds of their apples being munched, until something cold and white landed on Kili's nose. He looked cross-eyed at it, then yelped, "Fee! Look!"

Fili gasped as the tiny little snowflake melted slowly on his brother's nose. "Snow," he breathed. "The first snow of this winter."

Kili grinned, tossing away his half-eaten apple. So did Fili. "This means that there'll be another flake -" Kili began.

"And another -"

"And another!"

Sure enough, the snowflake began to fall, slowly but heavily. "Come on, Fee! Let's go to the field!"

"FILI! KILI!"

The two brothers turned, frowning disappointedly as Thorin strode toward them. "It's beginning to snow," the older dwarf said gruffly. "Let's go inside."

"Uncle," Kili whined.

Fili followed Thorin obediently, snagging the collar of Kili's coat and dragging him along before he got into trouble.

"Uncle!" Kili whined again.

"Hush, you bratty little dwarf," Thorin snorted. He placed a hand on Kili's shoulder, saying, "You'll get a chance with the snow later."

Kili, quickly deciding that arguing with his uncle would not be the smartest idea, shut his mouth and followed his brother and uncle into the house.

"Come back by eleven!" Thorin said sternly to the two younger dwarves, who groaned and look back. Thorin raised an eyebrow. "Would you prefer that I change it to nine?"

"No," Fili grumbled. "But Uncle, we can't have fun with our friends if you don't let us have that much time."

"It's already six thirty," Kili added.

"That gives you four hours and thirty minutes," Thorin answered shortly. "That's plenty of time." He frowned at his two nephews. "I wouldn't even let the two of you go if I had a choice. But because you're growing up and Ludd's father is going, I'm letting you go now. If you don't like that, you can just stay here."

"No, sir," Kili and Fili muttered.

Thorin sighed at the sullen looks on their faces. "By eleven," he reminded them. He gave Fili a stern look. "I'm counting on you to keep your brother and yourself out of trouble." Ignoring Kili's scowl, he nodded and opened the door for them.

Shutting the door once they left, he sat down heavily on his favourite red armchair in front of the fire. Five minutes passed. And only then he realized that he hadn't even asked his two nephews where they were going with their friends.

With a sigh, Thorin rubbed his forehead.

If those boys got into trouble ...

"This is wicked," Kili grinned.

Ludd smirked. "I know," he said smugly. "I knew Mister Thorin would buy the story of my father coming along."

"But where would be the fun in that?" Reecon, Ludd's friend, said, rolling his eyes.

"There wouldn't be any fun," Rudd, brother of Ludd, agreed.

Fili frowned as Kili sipped his ale. "I don't know if we should be having ale, Kili," he whispered. "You know uncle doesn't like it when we drink. We shouldn't be drinking in the first place."

They were in a tavern, and they all had mugs of ale in front of them. Ludd was already on his third, while Reecon was on still on his first. Rudd was on his fifth; Fili was surprised that he wasn't drunk yet. He stared down at his still-full mug. Kili fidgeted uncomfortably, recognizing the truth in his words and a flash of satisfaction flickered through him.

But that satisfaction disappeared when Kili hesitated before taking a sip out of his ale once more. "As long as Uncle doesn't find out, it's fine," Kili muttered. "We won't get drunk. I promise."

You can't promise that, Fili thought scornfully. Then he caught Ludd staring at him.

Ludd frowned at him. "Go on, Fili, drink. Mister Thorin won't find out, probably. It won't kill you to drink a bit." Ludd gestured to his younger brother. Rudd burped and grinned. "Even Rudd's a better drinker than you, and he's younger."

Fili felt a flash of rebellion as Ludd's words tweaked his pride. A better drinker? We'll see about that, he thought grimly as he snatched up his mug and downed the contents in a couple of gulps. He struggled not to hurl the empty mug down. Catching Kili's quivering look, he muttered, "We won't get drunk. We won't." He gave his brother a grin. "Go on, Kee. Drink."

Kili raised the mug to his lips, then began to down the contents as well.

Fili paid for another mug, downing that one just as quickly.

The next thing he knew, he had finished six mugs, and Kili five. Feeling rather light-headed, he groaned and rubbed his forehead. "I don't feeeeeel veryyyy well," he slurred, grinning in a drunken way - because he was drunk. "Whatta 'bout you, brotheeerrr?"

"I feel like I'm f-flyinnggg," Kili slurred as well with a broad grin. "F-Fee, let's go to Uncle! He'll be proud that we're f-flying!" His words, though slightly steadier than Fili's, were still heavy and slurred.

"'Course," Fili mumbled. He waved happily to Ludd and Rudd (Reecon had already staggered off, drunk by the time he finished his third). "Bye," he drawled.

Rudd and Ludd grinned back. They looked drunk as well.

Turning and stumbling outside, the two drunken brothers staggered home.

Thorin jumped awake when he heard the door slam open. He must have fallen asleep. He glanced at the time. It was one in the morning.

Snarling, Thorin strode toward the door. "Fili! Kili! What have you say for yourself?" he demanded. "I said, return by eleven! Do you know what time it is now?!"

Kili grinned up at him in a silly way and Thorin scowled even more. "Uncle, we're flyyiinnnng!" Kili slurred with a still happy grin. "We're flyyyying! Up high in the skyyy!"

Thorin gaped. "Kili, are you ... are you drunk?!" he demanded.

Fili looked at him. "Uncle, I don't feel very well-"

Then he threw up on Thorin's clean boots.

The light was bright, and Fili groaned in pain, struggling not to heave again. His head pounded and he almost retched once more. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Hands helped him hold his head in place as he retched into bucket.

"I hope you're going to learn your lesson after this," came a deep rumbling voice.

Fili cracked open his eyes a bit. Thorin peered down at him, wiping his sweating face with a cool cloth. Fili gulped. "S-Sorry, Uncle!" he gasped, remembering the events from yesterday. "S-Sorry!"

"You will be sorry," Thorin agreed.

Fili wanted to cry. Thorin seemed to realize that he was upset, and finally sighed before murmuring, "All right. Your lessons take place at eight. It's six, which gives you two more hours of sleep. Then you have to go to Balin's. You're lucky I'm letting you skip sparring lessons with Dwalin today. I'm sure running around won't help your headache."

"L-Lessons?" Fili gasped in dismay. "B-But, Uncle!"

"Kili will be going as well," Thorin continued. "Though I have yet to inform him of this."

Fili sputtered. "B-But, we can't! We're too ... we're too tired! And sick!"

"And whose fault is that?" Thorin answered shortly. At Fili's mournful gaze, he sighed. "All right. I'll give you some medicine, but you won't be skipping. You didn't make the smartest choice yesterday, you know, and now you're going to face the consequences."

"I know," Fili muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I'm sorry."

"So you've said," Thorin remarked. "What part of 'keep out of trouble' did you not understand?"

Fili stared down at his blankets, feeling his face burn in shame. He could only mutter an apology once more. Thorin wiped his forehead with the cloth again, sighing once more. "Go to sleep, Fili," Thorin murmured. "You'll need as much rest you can get."

Fili closed his eyes. The last thing he remembered hearing was his uncle carrying the bucket away.

And that was how he and Kili found themselves, stuck in lessons with Balin, their heads pounding. The medicine Thorin had given them had reduced the headache, but not completely.

"Pay attention, lads," Balin chided, snapping his fingers to get their attention again. "I know you're tired, but your uncle wants you to learn something today. Now, listen carefully."

Fili groaned, rubbing the side of his head. His head still pounded.

"I'm not exactly happy with the two of you," Thorin had remarked while giving them some medicine. "Right now, I'm still too angry to deal with you, and I'd guess that the two of you wouldn't want lessons with a pounding head as well as a sore bottom."

Fili and Kili shook their heads rapidly.

Thorin chuckled a bit. "All right, lads," he said. "Off you go. And return straight home once you're finished, understood? We're going to have a 'discussion'."

A discussion.

Probably a discussion that left Fili and Kili with burning backsides.

When lessons were over, with a stern reminder from Balin that he expected better tomorrow, Fili dragged his brother home.

"Fee! I want to go to the field," Kili whined.

Fili turned on his little brother with an astonished look. "What?" he said in a hushed voice. "Are you mad, Kili? Thorin will skin us! He's mad enough already!"

Kili came quietly after that.

"Uncle," Fili called. "We're here."

Thorin frowned disapprovingly at his two naughty nephews. They were seated on the old couch, shame-faced and embarrassed by their behaviour yesterday.

"You know, I was appalled by your disgusting behaviour yesterday." Thorin broke the silence. If possible, Fili and Kili bowed their heads even lower. "What did I tell you before the two of you left?"

"To return by eleven," Kili murmured.

"And?" Thorin prompted.

"And to stay out of trouble," Fili muttered, still not meeting his uncle's eyes. "We're very sorry, Uncle."

"Hmmm. You shall be very soon," Thorin said. Then he frowned. "There is one thing that confuses me very much, Fili. You told me that Ludd's father would be going along. Ludd's father is responsible and a respectful dwarf, and I trust him very much. But how come he let you get drunk?"

Fili bit his lip. "I-I ..." He lowered his head and muttered something that Thorin didn't catch.

"What was that?" he barked. "Speak up, lad!"

Fili fiddled with his hands. "I-I lied to you, Uncle," he whispered.

Thorin closed his eyes. "So, to top it off, you lied. To me. Let me see if I have everything correct." He paused for emphasis, then continued. "You lied to me, which you know full well that lying is unacceptable behaviour. Then you broke your curfew, which was at eleven, and returned at one in the morning. And you got drunk! Well, Fili? Kili? Would you say that that would be a good summary?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir."

Thorin sighed. "What am I going to do with the two of you," he muttered.

Fili and Kili stared down at the floor, looking ashamed with themselves. Thorin eyed them, then sat down on an armless chair before regarding both of his guilty-looking nephews.

Normally, Kili would be the more reckless and more mischievous one, while Fili would only be a slight accomplice to Kili's trouble. But this time, it wasn't all Kili's fault. Yes, a part of it was, but the fault was mostly with Fili this time.

Thorin sighed. He hated putting his nephews through this. He felt their humiliation too easily, embarrassed quite quickly even though it was often that Thorin saw their bared backsides. He watched as Fili stepped back, and so Kili. Neither of them were eager to get their spanking.

Good. At least they know they're in trouble, Thorin thought wryly. When he met his eldest nephew's eyes, he knew what he had to do.

"Fili," he said quietly, crooking a finger. "Come."

Wrong-footed, Fili exchanged a look of surprise with his brother. "But, Uncle, Kili always-"

"Fili."

Fili chewed his bottom lip a bit before shuffling to Thorin. When he was within reach, Thorin gently tugged him over his landed with a soft explosion of breath. Thorin let him squirm around a bit to get comfortable, or rather, as comfortable as possible, before slowly dragging down his breeches.

Fili let out a soft whimper. Thorin knew why. Fili felt disgraced to be so exposed in front of his younger brother. Often Kili went first, or Fili not at all. It was rare that Kili was the one to be second.

Thorin nodded toward an empty armchair. "Sit. And don't interrupt," he said. "You know the rules."

Kili nodded.

At the first swat, Fili jerked and gasped. Thorin landed another, and another, and soon, Fili was grunting slightly with each swat.

"You know, I was shocked when the two of you came into the house at one in the morning," Thorin commented casually. "Imagine my surprise when I found the two of you drunk and close to vomiting."

Fili choked another gasp and Thorin grimaced. Just so close. But Fili would not break that easily. He had Durin blood in his veins, and that meant stubbornness.

"I'm rather upset with your behaviour," Thorin continued speaking, still spanking in rhythm. This time, Fili did let out a soft sob. Thorin paused for a moment, rubbing his nephew's quite hot and rosy backside. Fili was quivering and Thorin rubbed his back comfortingly as well.

He momentarily turned his attention to his youngest nephew. Kili's face was buried in his hands and he was still - he did not move an inch. For a moment Thorin felt a flash of sympathy, knowing how hard it was to wait his turn while his older brother was being spanked.

Fili let out a quiet sob again, drawing Thorin's attention back to him. Thorin lowered his voice so that Kili couldn't hear before speaking softly to Fili. "Fili, that kind of behaviour is unacceptable. Do you remember my last words to you before the two of you left?"

Fili nodded, hiding beneath his tawny hair.

Thorin ran his hand through his eldest nephew's golden locks, smoothing them in a comforting way. "Tell me."

Fili inhaled deeply before stuttering out, "Y-You said, 'I'm counting on you to keep y-your brother and yourself out of t-trouble'."

Thorin hummed. "And what did you do?"

Fili moaned, burying his head into his arms. Thorin sighed. Gently gripping Fili's chin and meeting his eyes, he said, "Fili. It is important that you understand what you have done wrong."

Fili's answer was hushed, but Thorin could still hear his softly-spoken words. "I-I did th-the oppo - opp - oppos-"

"Opposite?" Thorin asked with a gentle smile.

Tears filled Fili's soft blue eyes as he nodded jerkily. "S-Sorry, Uncle," he whimpered, remorse and guilt flickering deeply in his eyes. "S-Sorry. D-Didn't mean to. It ... it just h-happened."

Thorin gently raked his fingers through Fili's slightly damp hair affectionately. "Hush, nephew," he murmured. "We're almost finished. I just want to speak with you about two more things." And he began spanking again.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Fili let go with his first true bellow as Thorin resumed the spanking. "Ow! OwOwOw! U-Uncle!" he howled, legs straining and stretching. "OWW!"

"You got drunk, nephew?" Thorin prompted.

Fili howled in answer, legs now kicking. Thorin promptly swung his leg over Fili's, pinning him down. "Now, answer me."

Fili let out a sob. "A-Aye."

"You were acting naughty by getting drunk?"

"A-Aye! S-S-Sorry!"

"Now, the last part of our discussion."

"OWWWW!" Fili wailed. "OW! Uncle, p-plea-"

"Hush. Do not interrupt me. Sincere cries, I accept. But cheeky behaviour, I disapprove of."

"Y-Yes, sir!" Fili whimpered. He twisted his hands together. "S-Sorry."

"Stop that," Thorin murmured. He gently pried Fili's hands apart. "You'll hurt yourself."

Fili choked on another sob. After everything he had done, after every trouble he had caused his uncle, Thorin still loved him. And now Thorin spoke.

"Fili, what have I told you about lying?"

Fili gasped in relief as Thorin temporarily paused.

"Fili?"

Fili gulped back another sob before whispering, "Y-You don't ... you don't l-like it."

"I don't," Thorin agreed. "And although I have been rather lenient in the past, I had already told you several times that if you lied to me, I would spank you and then wash out your mouth."

Fili sobbed. Thorin resumed spanking.

"And what did you tell me about Ludd's father going with the two of you?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Fili bellowed. "AHHHHHHH! S-SORRYYY! OWW!"

"I never accept lying, little cub. Never. And so, you shall be earning a mouth soaping tomorrow morning before we eat breakfast."

"N-Nooooooooo!" Fili cried out. "Nooooo!"

"I am being lenient," Thorin said sternly. "I am sure that you would prefer tomorrow morning instead of after your spanking."

Fili sobbed.

"Am I making myself clear, little cub?" Thorin asked sternly. "Will you ever lie to me again?"

"N-Nooooo. S-Sorryyy. W-Won't do it a-again."

"Good cub," Thorin murmured. He picked Fili up, letting his hot bottom dangle between his legs. "Good, little dwarfling."

"N-No more," Fili choked out. "P-Please."

"Shh," Thorin purred. "Shh. Shhhh. Indeed, no more."

Fili, with another sob, threw himself at Thorin's embrace, wrapping his arms around Thorin's neck and crying softly. Thorin gently rubbed his back.

"I am sure you are exhausted," Thorin murmured. "No doubt your head is pounding from the alcohol and your backside is in flames."

Fili sniffled. "Uh-huh." He gave Thorin a petulant glare and a pout. "You did that."

Thorin chuckled. "You deserved it." He set Fili down onto the empty couch on his stomach, saying, "Shhh. Rest easy, now. Your turn is over."

"Mmmmmm," Fili murmured sleepily.

Thorin raked a hand through Fili's tawny hair, sweeping the loose strands away from his face. "Rest now, as your brother gets his deserving discipline."

"Mmmm."

Thorin turned, satisfied. When he headed toward the armless chair he had spanked Fili in, Kili tensed. Thorin sat down and snapped his fingers. "Your turn." He crooked a finger at Kili.

End of Chapter Thirteen

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed that! Next up will be Kili's turn. Please REVIEW! They make me happy. ;) I hope that Thorin wasn't too harsh with Fili. What do you think?