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Final Chapter...for now.

Oh...and WARNING - Smut-light ahead.

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Chapter 43

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Fili's eyes slowly opened, the light from the crystal shafts filling the room with warmth and happiness. By his estimation it was nearly noon, but he did not care, and had no intentions of leaving the bed…or the arms of his one. As he looked down, he smiled at the sight before him; Sier, sound asleep with her head resting on his chest and her arm wrapped around his middle. This was how he wanted to awaken every morning for the rest of his life. And Mahal willing…he would.

He brought his right hand up and tucked it under his head as he stared at the ceiling, thinking back on the night they had just shared…or had it been morning by then? Well, whenever it had been, the wonderful memory caused a slow smile to spread across his face, recalling all that he and Sier had done. Oh, it had been…perfect.

Granted, there had been several embarrassing moments, the idea of seeing each other disrobed for the first time had been both awkward…and utterly delightful! But as their kisses had deepened, and his body had sprung to life, their tentative touches had become increasingly desperate. And soon, much to Fili's great relief, their natural instincts took over. Spurred on by her enchanting moans, Fili had done all he could to bring pleasure to them both in their coupling, savoring each moment as something to treasure. And when they had at last come together, the culmination of two months of unfulfilled desires and longing, it had been simply miraculous. Nothing before, not even the visions that frequented his dreams, had prepared Fili for the overwhelming sense of completeness he had felt while connected so intimately with his one. It was as if some part of him, one he had never known was missing, had been blessedly returned. They had never been meant to be two separate individuals…and now they were now one in every sense of the word. Heart, mind and body.

They had lay in each other's arms for a long while afterwards, allowing the euphoric sensation to slowly subside into one of pure contentment. Fili had never experienced such a rush before, and from the happy look of exhaustion on Sier's face, he could bet that she had not either. He found that he couldn't wait to engage in such things again, and very soon, if he had his way. They must have fallen asleep soon after, as Fili did not recall pulling her into his arms like this, but he was more than happy to have awakened this way.

Lifting his head slightly, he placed a gentle kiss just above her brow, watching it furrow slightly as she began to stir. He had not meant to awaken her, and yet, he took great delight in the idea that they could now speak…among other things.

"Good morning," he whispered as she raised her head and looked up at him, love and adoration reflecting in her eyes.

"Good morning," she answered back, allowing the hand that was resting on his chest to run itself over the surface of his skin. She grinned as she watched his eyes darken into an almost cobalt shade of blue, never once removing themselves from her. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Just enjoying the view," he told her, tightening his grip, and relishing the sensation as more of her bare skin touched his own, sending a jolt of lightning through him. "How do you feel, my love? Was last night as pleasurable for you, as it was for me?" He truly prayed that she would say yes.

"Need you even ask such a question?" she giggled, burying her now rosy cheeked face into his chest once more. "I…I never knew it could be like that."

"I should hope not," Fili huffed. "Seeing as how you say that you do not recall our first time, and I would be thrown into a murderous rage if I learned there had been any others."

"Never!" she quickly assured him, though knowing he was only teasing…or at least she hoped he was. Still, had he not stormed down to Dwalin's apartment with that very thought in mind not even a week ago. "You were my first, Fili…and you will be my last. Though if every time we join proves to be as wonderful as last night, I can assure you that this will not be our last time."

"I wholeheartedly agree!" Fili laughed, all evidence of his jealous inklings now gone. "Since I, for one, intend on making it a nightly occurrence…possibly even during the day, if I can catch you alone in some secluded spot."

"I will endeavor to hover about every dark alcove, store room, and broom closet at regular intervals then," she assured him, causing him to laugh even harder.

"Oh, my love, after only one night together and I have already turned you into a wanton." And while the words might have appeared derogatory in nature, both Fili and Sier could not help but grin madly at each other over the implication.

"Time shall tell, my husband," she told him slyly, once more snuggling against him with a deep sigh of contentment. "Do you know how often I imagined what it would feel like, waking in this manner, with you holding me so tenderly?"

"I did not have to imagine," Fili told her, perhaps a bit smugly. "For I did indeed wake one morning to find you in this very same position, and I have treasured that memory for many weeks now."

"What?" she gasped, sitting up as she pulled the sheet up around her chest and looking down at him in shock. "No…I never!"

"You most certainly did," he argued, bringing both hands up behind his head and lacing his fingers together in a look of pure delight. "The morning that Flinn slept in his bed for the first time all night. I woke to find that you had moved over to my side of the bed, your head on my shoulder and your arm across my chest…exactly the way you were a moment ago. I swear on Durin's ax that I do not lie."

"Oh, my," she grinned, flushing with embarrassment. "What…what did you think of my brazen actions?"

"I reveled in it," he assured her, the wicked grin never leaving his lips. "Yet, I knew that you would not have taken it well, so I gently rolled you over and you were none the wiser when you at last awoke."

"And here I thought I had been so very careful never to let my growing attraction for you to show," she muttered, still stunned by her unconscious actions.

"Much to my immense disappointment," Fili told her, his smile fading somewhat. "If you had…perhaps things might have moved a bit quicker with us. You do know that my mother knew about us all along, don't you?"

"She did? She knew that we were each other's ones?" And for some reason, this both did, and did not, surprise her. "Your mother knew all along and said nothing?"

"It is not the place for a mother to discuss such things with her son," he revealed. "To a daughter, yes, but in my case, the duty would have fallen upon my father…if he had not been lost in battle. And while my Uncle Thorin did all he could to fill this role…come to find out, he too was woefully uninformed about all the signs one looked for when encountering their one."

"Signs? What signs?" Sier's own mother had not had the opportunity to impart such knowledge to her before her death, and she now greatly wished to know what Fili was speaking of. "And how did you learn of them if Thorin did not teach you?"

"Well," Fili grinned, sitting up in bed as he leaned against the headboard, settling in for a long and amusing tale. "Last night, when I left our rooms…an act that I now lament to the highest degree," he began, reaching out to touch her cheek as a gesture of apology. "I went down to the healing halls to speak to Oin…and Gandalf."

"Why?" was all Sier could think to ask, the combination of the two persons he wished to speak with being highly confusing.

"When you had kissed me…you…well…awakened me from stone," he tried to explain, not being able to look her in the eye during his confession. Which made him chuckle a bit, seeing as how they were both now currently sharing a bed, completely naked, and after a night of delightful marital congress. "Yet, I still did not know if these feelings I was experiencing were from you…or the elixir I so wrongfully assumed I had been given. So I went to inquire answers from Oin and Gandalf. Yet what I got instead was quite another story." Here he laughed out loud, now realizing just how odd a situation it had been…for everyone involved. "My mother, with all the subtly and finesse of war hammer in the hands of a first year cadet, rounded up the entire company and had Gloin and Bombur tell us just how things went when they found their one. And while I will say that I never wish to be put in such a situation again…it was very informative and I learned exactly what I needed to know."

"And what was that?" she pressed, lying down beside him as she propped her head up on the palm of her hand as she rested her elbow on the pillow.

"That you were undoubtedly my one," he grinned, leaning forward as he traced the lines of her face with his fingers, loving the look that crossed her face whenever he used that term. "I never told you this…but before we were wed, the night you arrived back in Erebor and right after I proposed, I dreamed about you."

"About me?" she asked, looking intrigued.

"Of you on our wedding day," he nodded. "You were dressed in shimmering gold, your hair flowing down your back and you had looked at me with such love in your eyes. It had felt so right, so perfect, and when I woke, covered in a light sweat and more than a bit…well, excited, I ached to return to sleep in order to feel that way again. And apparently, this is something that many dwarrow experience when they have met their one…they dream of that dam on their wedding day."

"I…I did not know that," she confessed, looking mildly stunned. "Although, your mother mentioned that this is what convinced your father, Flinn, that she was indeed his one."

"Perhaps if I had mentioned my visions to you earlier, her tale might have taken on much more meaning," he concluded, adding one more thing to the list of regrets he had over their interactions over the past two months. Again, so much time lost due to misinformation and the interference of Bina. "There is something else I was told was a sign that you were my one."

"What is that?" she was finding this conversation very informative indeed.

"That I might also dream of…our children," he explained, his voice now dropping into a low and husky tone.

"And did you?"

"I wish I could say that I dreamed of Flinn, but I was so lost back then…so confused and angry with all that had been done to me…to both of us," he confessed, looking down in shame. "Yet, not three nights ago, I did dream of you carrying my child. Our second one." There he stopped and waited for her reaction.

"Our second child?" she repeated, her voice hardly coming out in a whisper. "Was it a boy or a girl?"

"I do not know," he admitted. "Though in my dream, Flinn wanted it to be a puppy."

"Well now, I don't know about that," she laughed, easily imagining her cheeky son thinking along those lines.

"Those were the exact words you said in my dream," Fili revealed, his face softening and his eyes misting up just a bit. "And I firmly believe that such a vision will come true," he paused there and leaned over to place his hand gently over the spot where the sheet covered her stomach. "Might we have created a new little dwarfling last night?" Oh, how he dearly hoped so. A brother, or a sister, for Flinn.

"It would be my fondest wish," Sier assured him, placing her hand over his as they remained in this position for a few moments of silence. "Yet even if we have not, I will happily keep trying until we do, seeing as how the actions to make a dwarfling are rather pleasurable."

"They are, are they?" Fili laughed, rolling over as he captured her lips and pressed her into the mattress beneath him. Oh, how right this all felt, and he had the sudden desire to shout it from the highest peak of Erebor. However, he decided that he would much prefer to keep such intimacies just between the two of them…not even sharing these mysteries of life with his little brother. Yet Kili had not seemed at all interested in knowing such things, after hearing all that Bombur and Gloin had to tell. That was fine with Fili…let his nadadith remain blissfully unaware for a bit longer, it would only make him jealous to think he was missing out on such a wondrous secret.

As the kiss deepened, Fili could feel that tingling in his lower half once more, alerting him to the fact that he would soon wish to engage in such carnal acts again. And seeing as how he had nowhere to be and no duties to attend to, he saw no need to deny either of them such a pleasure.

Apparently Sier was in full agreement.

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An hour later, the two lay entangled in the sheets, their legs and arms wrapped around one another as they lay there in blissful silence. Fili's right hand was clutching her tightly to him while his left he allowed to lazily run up and down her back, memorizing every inch of her velvety soft skin. Oh, how he loved her.

"Do you know what could make this moment better?" Sier finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Food?" Fili suggested, his stomach suddenly reminding him that the last time they had eaten had been at the Durin's Day party early that night before.

"Well…that too," she giggled. "But no…Flinn."

"You would want our son here…now?" Fili laughed, knowing she was not serious, but still the idea amused him. "I do not think he would understand why it would appear that I was biting your lips…or other parts of you as well."

"No, not now!" she huffed, slapping him playfully on the arm as his chest rumbled with his laughter. "But…but I miss him. I only got to hold him for a few minutes after we returned and suddenly, I want my baby in my arms, as well as you."

"Then what say we go fetch him and I make us all a hearty breakfast," Fili suggested, feeling the urge to see his son as well. Last night he had almost lost him…lost them both, and it would be a very long time before he would truly get over that fear.

"That sounds wonderful," she nodded, sitting up to allow him to rise.

Yet before either one could even dislodge themselves from the blankets, a loud knocking was heard at their outer chambers, causing both of them to smile understandingly at the other.

"How much do you want to bet that is my mother now with our impatient little dwarfling?" Fili asked, pulling back the blankets and rising to his feet.

Sier sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, encircling them with her arms and resting her chin on top - all the while following Fili with her eyes like a ravenous beast. He leaned down and retrieved his trousers, slipping into them with ease and grace, yet as he pulled them into place and began to fasten them, he noticed her watching.

"And what exactly are you staring at, my love?" he asked, giving her a wicked grin.

"Just enjoying the view," she replied, parroting the phrase he had used earlier.

"Well, then, my little voyeur," he chuckled, striding over to the bed as he leaned in to capture her lips, giving her a long and promising kiss. "I will have to remember to give you many, many more opportunities to enjoy the view…as long as you agree to offer the same to me in return."

"You have my solemn word," she assured him.

"Yet, perhaps not now," he mused, reaching over and picking up the nightgown that had been duly ignored the evening before. "Slip this on, for I am a jealous dwarf and I refuse to share my treasures with anyone…especially my son. And even if he is convinced that you are the only dam allowed to see him unclothed, I do not think it proper to apply that reasoning in reverse."

"I see your point," Sier laughed, tugging the nightgown over her head as Fili made his way out of their room and to the main door.

Unbolting the lock, he was not at all surprised to see his mother standing there with an anxious looking little dwarfling in her arms, still clad in his sleeping attire and clutching his favorite blanket. The moment Fili was in view, Flinn nearly launched himself out of his N'anad's arms and into his, wrapping every appendage around his adad with a vicelike grip.

"Ada!" he cried, burying his face in his neck as he held back a sob.

"There, there," Fili soothed, patting his back as he spoke softly to him. "Everything is just fine now…no need to worry or cry."

"He woke a few hours ago and demanded to be brought back to see you two," Dis explained, the dark circles under her eyes revealing that she had not received much sleep the previous night. "Kili stayed over and between the two of us we were able to distract him for a while, but soon he would no longer be placated, and insisted on seeing only you."

"That is quite all right," he told his mother, grateful for all her help. "We were just about to come in search of him anyway." He looked over her shoulder, his eyes scanning for his little brother. "Where is Kili?"

"He is sound asleep on my sofa," Dis laughed. "He was snoring loud enough to shake the mountain before Flinn and I were even out the door. I doubt you will be seeing him any time before dinner."

"Well, since I fully intend to spend the rest of the day…and night, with my family here in our rooms, I doubt he will be seeing me before tomorrow," Fili laughed. Between the battle with the orcs, the Durin's Day party, their daring rescue of Sier, and now after entertaining Flinn, he could see how Kili would be completely warn out. He should be as well, Fili thought to himself, and yet, he was amazingly invigorated. How strange. He gently pulled his son back so that he could look into his precious little face. "Why don't you go in and kiss your ama good morning? She has been missing you, and could use a big hug right about now."

"All right!" he cried, shimmying down as he ran for their bedroom door, his little blanket dragging behind as he went. As Flinn made his way into the chamber, Fili could hear their greetings, every word music to his ears. "Ama! I missed you!"

"I missed you too, my lamb," came Sier's joyous reply. "Now come here and give me a hug and kiss!"

"Are you sure we were not interrupting anything?" Dis asked, pulling Fili's attention away from his beloved family.

"No, we indeed were just talking of searching Flinn out," Fili assured her. However, if you had come knocking an hour earlier, he thought to himself, a blush coming to his cheeks, still unwilling to share such intimate things with his mother.

Dis, seeing the embarrassment on her son's face, was able to put two and two together, and formed her own conclusions. Unable to contain her joy, she made a little squealing sound, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand, doing her best not to humiliate Fili with her delight over the idea. Perhaps her dream of having a lap full of dwarflings was not very far off, after all.

"I…I am very happy for the both of you, truly I am," she told him, reaching out and pulling him into a motherly embrace. "I love you both with all my heart and I wish nothing but the best for you."

"I know, Ama, I know," he grinned. "And since I have found my one, and am happier than I ever knew I could be, it would appear that you now only have Kili to assist in finding a mate."

"Oh, I am in no hurry to push my baby into anything serious," she said with a shake of her head. "That lad still has some growing up to do before he will make as fine a husband as you. My little Kili has great potential, that is for sure, but he still has far too much dwarfling in him as yet. However, I don't think I will remain idle in the meantime. I will find something to occupy my time until that day arrives."

Her odd choice of words, coupled with the sly grin that crossed her face had Fili a bit worried. What exactly did she mean by that? Still, she was his mother and he trusted her implicitly…he only pitied whomever it was she now had in her sights.

"Adad!" came Flinn's voice from the other room. "I'm hungry, and Ama says you promised to feed us!"

"That I did, my little warrior!" Fili called with a laugh. "I will be right there." Then turned his eyes back on his mother, only to see her looking up at him with glistening eyes.

"So much like your father," she whispered, reaching up and patting his cheek affectionately. "If only he were here to share in this joy." She then shook her head and her smile returned. "Now, you go take care of your family and I will go see to my own little dwarfling."

"Don't let Kili hear you call him that…he is of the mind that he is a full grown dwarrow now," Fili teased.

"Again, history has proven otherwise," she joked in return, giving him a wink as she headed down the hallway. When she heard the door close behind her, she stopped, looking first in the direction of her own room, where Kili still slept, but then she let her gaze turn towards Thorin's chambers. An extremely devious smile crossed her lips and she rubbed her hands together in glee. "Oh, yes, this will prove entertaining… very entertaining indeed!"

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The End….for now

And thus ends section one…Fili and Sier's story. Next up, Thorin, Dwalin and their two hobbit lasses. Stay tuned. (but I have to write it first)

Thank you ALL for each and every review and all your kind words. I have reveled in them all. Now I will take a much needed long nap, and then start thinking about how to get Dwalin and Thorin all mixed up in love with our lovely Bergie and Marigold. Then...KILI's Turn!

I still have my other hobbit story "A Different Kind of Thirst" that is finished and posted, but if you would like to read more of my work - and if anyone happens to be a Phantom of the Opera fan - I have five stories finished about Erik, the hot Opera Ghost. I have him on a pirate ship, as an English Lord, in Persia, and of course living under the opera house in Paris - yah...he gets around. I post for that forum under the name 'Fantomphan33'. Check them out if you are interested...but don't feel you HAVE to. Honest!

Until then, Farewell wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at your journey's end.