Though not in the way we would have originally planned had it just been the three of us, Fili, Kili and I were standing before the troll cave. Sure, Thorin and the others were standing there with us and they at times grumbled under their breaths for almost being eaten but all in all, it felt wonderful. The brothers appeared to share in my sentiment for on more than occasion, we caught the other grinning in triumph..

Getting into the troll cave was a far different matter though.

It was something I hadn't thought of and a neglected fact in my books back home but when the company finally found the troll cave, all of us were at a loss as to what to do with our new obstacle. None of us were really expecting a door of stone to be blocking the way but now that we were in front of it, we would have to try and gain admittance. Already one could smell the stench of trolls all around, seeping from the stone; a nose cringing odor that was tangy and bitter, sour like the smell of curdled milk.

I stayed a good distance back along with some of the older dwarves, happily entertained by the sight of Kili, Fili, Bofur, Thorin and Gandalf try to open the door to no avail. They tried all manner of idea against the impassable stone door; pushing it until they were red in the face, pulling it from one side and then the other, even kicking it when frustrations were fully kindled. Gandalf tried his hand with incantations but nothing could persuade the immovable door.

They cursed the door, swearing loudly and wiped their sweaty brows from all their vain efforts. They looked utterly miserable as they struggled against the stone, sure that they would find a grand prize inside if they just tried a little harder.

I had a great time watching it, a smile on my face that none would suspect to be wicked on such a proper hobbit lass. My fingers twisted the key to the stone door that was stashed in my pocket, just content to watch them suffer a little more. Oh, I could have told them that I found it on the ground nearly an hour ago after Gandalf helped me from my burlap sack... but as I watched them strain themselves, I remembered what being sneezed on by a troll felt like.

We could stand to suffer a wee bit longer.

When even Gandalf started to grumble in frustration, taking to whacking the door with his staff, I decided that I had had enough fun and pulled the key out. I managed to attract Nori's attention, staring at the key in disbelief before he looked from my hand to the dwarves who were still straining at the door. We shared a look and he had to turn away to cover his mouth in a fit of giggles that he tried to hide from his brother, Dori.

"Would this be of any use?"

As soon as the group turned around, I almost couldn't suppress my own giggles at the look of pure disbelief the brothers gave me and the vexation Thorin's eyes directed at me.

"Why on earth didn't you mention it before?"

Gandalf groaned before he grabbed it from my hand and fitted it into the key hole that really to the normal eye looked to be nothing more than a crack in the door. For as hard as the dwarves strained themselves to move the door without the key, it was almost comical how easy it swung open once unlocked.

The smell that escaped from the troll cave was pittance enough for my own underhanded trick, oozing out and engulfing us in a cloud that made even the mightiest of us look away. Even Thorin, so intent on looking so serious all the time, put a hand to his mouth and looked a tad paler before he seemed to recover himself. The brothers were doing worse, gagging and walking away from the door for some fresh air.

Only the bravest and most daring of us ventured forth into the cave and I was happy to admit that I was not one of them. The stench was undoubtedly stronger inside if the gasps and gagging weren't enough to go by but in good time, we were helping to clear out what we could. The trolls had pots of coins and untouched food fit for our consumption and even Dwalin was excited when they found a barrel of ale that was still full.

"Bilbo!" I perked up at the mention of my name, knowing that it was Gandalf just from the pressure against my shoulder. Turning to see him still by the entrance of the cave, I hopped up towards him, seeing him holding something that looked to be a short sword in his hand. "Here, this is about your size."

He offered it to me, the pressure of his voice guiding me closer so that I could look at the blade that I saw was really an elven dagger. Small it would have been for them but the perfect length for me to wield once I became accustomed to it. Well, accustomed to it had I actually been fit for fighting. Gandalf pushed it into my hands, waiting until my fingers closed around the cool sheathe; they felt clumsy around the blade, utterly foreign and I was made uncomfortable by the idea that I would actually ever need to use such a weapon.

"I'm sorry, Gandalf but I've never used anything like this in my life. I can't-"

His smile was comforting, his eyes warm and approving in the face of my negative reply to the idea of keeping this sword. I stopped when I saw his face, my thoughts clearly reflected in my eyes. I did not want it and that Gandalf knew; he also understood that I had never used anything like it before either and he was still content with my answer. It suddenly struck me that he was humming under his breath, his soft touch at my shoulder merely resting. Not pushing or pulling, just resting.

It occurred to me that if I were to have this conversation with anyone else present that they would have expected nothing more than what answer I gave. To Gandalf, it was as if he expected nothing less from me. It seemed a great thing that Gandalf spoke to me as if confiding, "The blade is of Elvish make, which means it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby."

He was not telling me of what I could attack with this blade but of the dangers it could possibly save me from. In his own way, he was telling me that while he wanted for my safety with the sword close at hand, he did not wish for me to use it if I could help it.

I nodded and accepted the sword, feeling its heavy weight in my hands before Gandalf nodded and went to help the others with our payload.

Because we had run into a bit of nasty business the night before with the trolls and hadn't any chance for actual sleep before our raid on the troll cave, all of us were heavy limbed by the time we got back to camp. Exhaustion soaked the camp as thoroughly as any rain and with hardly any grace, all of us fell into our bedrolls and slept under the warm rays of the sun while Gandalf stayed up to watch over us.

Sleep claimed me almost before I bothered to get my jacket off, snuggling down under a thinner blanket without much care at all for the snores around me...

I mumbled, brushing something away before feeling a weight on my shoulder.

"Bilbo?"

Kili? I groaned and turned back over in my bedroll, uncaring as to why I would be woken by one of the brothers.

"Miss Hobbit?"

Correction; woken by both of the brothers. I grumbled and tried to burrow deeper into my blanket but a hand was shaking me gently and pulling down my blanket, "Wake up, Bilbo."

I opened my eye, groaning at the harsh sun and the gross feeling in my mouth. Both of the brothers were kneeling down by my bedroll, fresh from sleep themselves and eyeing the camp around them. Was something wrong? I turned my head to look around, seeing that most of the group still slept before looking back at the dwarves near me. "What is it?"

"We'd like to talk with you for a moment."

I was too tired to process their voices against my body; I groaned and tried to pull up my blanket again, "Later. I'm sleeping."

"Please? It'll only take a little bit, we promise!"

I cracked open an eye and looked at Kili, who glanced at Fili with a quick nod, "Right?"

I looked at Fili, who nodded at me, his eyes serious, "Right. Real quick like."

I groaned and decided that I would listen to them, whatever it was that they wanted to say. I certainly didn't get the impression that the brothers were going to let me sleep otherwise so I just accepted it for what it was. The brothers seemed tense but they waited for me as I rolled over, took a sip of water from my water skin and untangled myself from the bedroll. They hovered close, both of them rising when I did and looking around to make sure that they had not disturbed the others. Their eyes lingered on Thorin, as if they were trying to confirm if he were truly asleep, but I pushed them both to snap them back to attention.

I didn't miss how they both grinned at me, eventually leading the way to the edge of the camp; they motioned to the nearby forest edge where the ponies were still resting and I nodded, letting them understand that I would follow where they led.

As we walked into the forest, I spared a glance back at the camp where I saw the group still undisturbed in their slumber.

Fili and Kili didn't pause to wait for me, strolling further away under the cover and shade of the forest until I had to hurry to catch up.

Now that we were alone in the forest, I wondered what the brothers would even need to talk to me about. Thoughts of last night and how they had cornered me came rushing back and I willed away the heat on my cheeks because I would be having none of that! The brothers just wanted to talk and that was it!

"So..?"

I began, hoping to urge the two silent brothers into conversation but the look they exchanged was quick before Kili approached me, "Bilbo, we would like to thank you!"

"Thank me? For what?"

"For the whole troll thing," I startled at the sound of Fili's voice near my side but for some reason I was not overwhelmed by his physical closeness. I was reminded of how the night before we three had been in the forest with the trolls nearby, how our adrenaline rushed and I willing came close to them. I remembered their heat against my body and Kili's chest against my back.

I took a step back away from Kili, swallowing the lump that came to my throat. I was alone with the brothers in the forest and the camp was nearby but sleeping. I was alone with them and they were talking to me, even as they surrounded me.

"We feel terrible about leading you into danger."

Kili's eyes were soft as they stared down at me, dark pools of brown urging for a forgiveness. His voice curled along the skin of my rear and I breathed in deeply at the feel of it, entirely all too aware of how I did not flinch away from it. Adrenaline was starting to course through my veins as Kili stepped towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. "We didn't mean for it to go so far." His voice trailed warmth along my skin and my fingers clenched in my skirt to try and not react to it.

"We'd like to show you our gratitude for saving us."

Fili's voice was closer; behind me and pressing up into flesh but as I turned my head around to see where he was, I realized that it was not his voice I felt but his physical self. I felt the breath I had been holding shudder out, my cheeks flushed from the blonde dwarf's proximity.

I had to move away. Had to get away from the brothers and the realization that for days now, I had been prodded and poked into a corner suddenly made flesh. Their heat surrounding me distracted, throwing off my senses, and I startled when I felt a rough hand on my waist. I made to move away from the brothers, knowing that this was going too far, knowing that I had to get away or else be lost to the overwhelming urge to need and want.

I could tell from the way my brow felt that my thoughts were written so plainly across my face as they always were when in distress. If my face were not enough to give away my intention to flee, my body was certainly poised for it, tense and ready to bolt. Being warriors armed with the instincts to survive, the brothers could tell that I intended to flee and were made ready for it when I did try. I went to move away but didn't even get half a step in before I felt Kili's hand reach out, grabbing onto the thick of my arm and kissing me fiercely.

The force of our lips colliding was overwhelming, heat and saliva exchanged in a clicking of teeth before I was pressed against the broad form of a chest and Kili moving in to close the distance.

The heat of Kili at my front and Fili at my back was disorienting, pulling a moan from my lips as Fili's hand reclaimed my waist and the other trail a roughened path against my thigh. Between the two bodies, I was helpless to do anything more than submit, opening my mouth wider to Kili's questing tongue, his groan echoing down my body and gripping my ass tightly.

How overwhelming the sensations were, Kili's lips dominating mine while his brother gripped my waist, groaning into my neck when the push of Kili's body against mine caused me to rock against the hardness I felt behind me. Without quite feeling myself do so, I threaded my fingers into the dark locks of Kili's hair, moaning when his groan buried its way into my skin.

How intense and hot this was compared to anything I had ever felt before in my life!

I gave in to the urge to press back into Fili's chest, his hips grinding into mine even as I pulled away from Kili and turned to kiss him. His mustache tickled my skin; his lips tasted of salt, and I nipped at them, swallowing down the chuckle that came from his lips even as I leaned into the feel of Kili pressing wet kisses to my throat.

I whined in protest when Kili pulled away, "You're not going to push us away?"

I shuddered at how hoarse it sounded, the possessive feel of his voice as it curled low on my ass, making me rock back into Fili's hard length to try and have more friction. Kili's eyes were dark and he shared a surprised look with his brother over my shoulder, "You really can feel it?"

"D-don't stop talking."

It was shaky how I delivered it, wrecked by desire and need but when my hands found Kili's hair, the affirmation of what they had so long prodded me for was a consent in and of itself. Warmth pooled low in my belly, arousal taking over common sense as I became ravenous, locking lips with the younger brother and growling into his mouth.

"You two should see yourselves."

I groaned at the sound of Fili's voice, running down and pressing. I felt a hand against my stomach, undoing buttons and pressing to the warm cotton shirt underneath. "You have too many buttons, Miss Hobbit"

I agreed with him, helping him with buttons in haste and moaning when I felt the evidence of Kili's arousal against my belly, hard and ready and aching beneath his trousers.

I needed to get off my feet, needed to feel the press of them closer still than I was even now.

When I let my weight be taken by the brothers, both of them understood what I needed and the three of us collapsed in a pile against a nearby tree trunk, adjusting in our frenzy until I was on Fili's lap and Kili pressed between my thighs, his tongue licking a trail down my neck even as his hands moved against my chemise shift.

If at one time I thought that one partner may have been overwhelming, I was positively flummoxed over what to do about two at the same time. My hands couldn't seem to grip enough, leather seemed too in the way, desperate moans and groans turning into whines that I couldn't make sense of.

I wanted and needed. I begged for the brothers to understand even as they rocked and pressed.

"Wait wait! Too close!"

Fili gasped out, gripping my thigh and pushing Kili back for a second; both the brothers looked utterly wrecked, their lips red and their faces glistening with a sweat that I found on my own as well.

At the loss of movement, of heat moving so ungracefully, I whined low in my throat and reached for Fili, only to have him grab my hand and breathe in deeply. "Hold on... Let's slow down."

Kili understood what his brother meant and I trembled in suppressed desire when Fili adjusted me more comfortably in his lap, spreading out my legs and nudging me to scoot down. His scent was intoxicating but I willed myself to slow down and not be so desperate. I was hardly young and I could control my baser instincts if that was what was asked of me. Still, I didn't bother to stop myself from burying my nose into Fili's neck, inhaling deeply of his musky scent that sent my body aflame.

I was being moved, roughened hands moving aside skirts until my bloomers were revealed.

"These are too indecent, Bilbo..."

Kili's voice whispered, his lips kissing at the calf where he untied one of the ruffles before tracing his hand along the skin there. His voice was desperate, licking in waves down my backside and I helpless to do anything more than groan.

Fili handled me expertly, moving my weight as if it were nothing until he had his hand underneath my skirts, untying the laces to my bloomers and dipping his fingers inside. He was intent on keeping his pace slow, measured so as to make me tremble with desire; his fingers did not go straight to what would give me most pleasure. They followed along the soft skin of my thigh, dipping into the crevice between thigh and heated flesh.

"Look at him, Miss Hobbit."

I did not want to relinquish where I was leaning against Fili's neck but I turned my eyes to look at Kili, moaning at the sight he made when I caught the sight of him stroking himself in a tight fist. Hard and leaking, his cock looked desperate and I squirmed in Fili's lap at the sight of it, wanting it and not feeling brave enough to ask for it.

Callused fingers finally went deeper, dipping into my wet folds and making me gasp with how intense it felt. Instantly the hand was gone and I squirmed, silently begging but not speaking of what I wanted. The fingers returned a moment later, skilled as they stroked deep and a thumb circled over my clit.

I shuddered, feeling close and desperately wanting.

"Careful, brother, we don't want to overwhelm our burglar."

Kili's voice chuckled, coming closer until his hand pushed away my shift and he dipped down to lick at a perked nipple.

"She's almost too much," Fili groaned, his hips helplessly thrusting up to get some friction for his own trapped cock, "Her pussy's so wet."

Their voices pulled at my cheeks and I whimpered with the need for them to go faster, slow down, I did not know.

Kili locked eyes with me before glancing at his brother, an unspoken signal for something; easily, Fili pulled his fingers out of my bloomers and adjusted me lower. Both brothers seemed to delight in the gasp that I released when I felt Kili pulling up on my bloomers, pushing them to reveal what was soaked and ready. My embarrassment made me struggle at the position, my legs trapped by my own clothing and revealed in broad daylight for the sights of two dwarven brothers.

My struggle seemed to only spur them on, Fili moving his hands so that he could pinch and roll a nipple between his fingers while he worried a spot on my neck, hidden underneath hair. Kili was now in control of my body, moving it as he pleased and untying his breeches when he was finished. His fingers touched me gently, making me flinch from the contact, before locking eyes with mine and dipping a finger inside.

I threw my head back in a moan, astounded by how thick his finger felt and how he too hissed at it, his cheeks flushed, "So tight too. It's amazing."

I was desperate for it now, panting and gasping as his finger worked me enough to easily slide in two. How amazing his fingers felt stroking my inner walls, delving deep while Fili's fingers teased at my nipples and his lips engulfed some of my louder moans.

I shuddered, so close to release that when Kili pulled his fingers out, I almost felt the urge to scream at him.

I gasped when Kili moved closer, this time pulling a moan from me when I felt his cock rubbing against slickness. I watched as he trembled against my body, feeling the heavy breathing of Fili beneath me until he pushed forward and I felt him breach me.

"Mahal, she's so fucking tight."

I felt like I was clawing at the fabric of Fili's pants, biting my lip to keep from becoming too loud until Kili was fully seated inside me. When I took him all the way to the base, I breathed out unsteadily, panting and overwhelmed with how full I felt. Kili hadn't moved, taking a moment to calm his own body; he chuckled and leaned forward to grasp Fili by the back of his neck.

Had I not been too far gone from pleasure, I would have sputtered in shock at the sight of Kili pressing his lips to his brother's but the two looked so damned sexy, so at ease nipping at each other and tasting each other with tongues. In his enthusiasm to get closer to Fili, the younger pushed deeper still inside me, pulling a moan from me. My need remembered, Fili pulled away from his brother and smirked.

"Manners, brother. Ladies first."

Kili looked at me apologetically and gave me a quick kiss before he pulled nearly all the way out, thrusting back in forcefully and groaning in pleasure. He quickly found a rhythm to his liking and I gasped as each slap of skin pushed me ever closer to my own release. I was needy by then, desperate for it as I gripped onto the leather of Kili's jacket and focused on the sensation of the dwarf rutting against in abandon. A whine was torn from my lips as I felt Fili's fingers pleasure me even further, circling my nub and making me rock into each thrust.

It was just too intense, so amazingly good, and I was wrecked with how forceful my orgasm tore through my limbs, reducing me to shuddering and crying out from behind Fili's hand that covered my mouth in time to stifle what could not be contained. Nearly incoherent with pleasure, I barely felt when Kili's rhythm faltered and he swore, pulling out quickly so that he could spill somewhere other than inside the warmth of a hobbit.

All of us just breathed, our panting lungs completely blocking out the sounds of the wood.

Now more than before so thoroughly exhausted, I was content to just breathe heavily against Fili and under the weight of his brother, Kili. I know I heard a chuckle, a laughter born from euphoria and being so loose limbed. I was happy to just be allowed a quick rest, threading my fingers into Kili's dark hair and feeling his lips against my knuckles when I was too tired to lean forward when he moved away to sit up straight.

Looking back up at the elder of the two, I saw Fili smiling down at me and beckon me up so that he could lay a gentle kiss on my lips. It felt good to taste those lips again, happy when his hand tickled my cheek.

"Fili! Kili! Are you back there?"

All of us paled at the familiar voice of Thorin cutting into the air; instantly we were aware of our position and how scandalous it looked out in the middle of the day. Of the three of us, only Fili was presentable and somehow I doubted even that if the rock hard cock against my back was any indication. All of us barely exchanged a look, a look that we all recognized as pure childish fear at being discovered. Feeling every bit like I was going to get a scolding by a mad parent, I snapped up in fright. Hastily my fingers attempted at buttons!

Fili was right, I cursed, I did have too many buttons!

Behind me, Fili was trying to will down an erection and Kili was practically shoving himself back in his pants but all too soon, Thorin was upon us and I just barely succeeded in buttoning my shirt. I turned around to face the bulking form of our leader, horrified when his nose cringed at the scent in the air and the look of dishevelment that the three of us made.

"What's going on here?"

His voice ordered for an explanation, his blue eyes piercing as they surveyed the picture of our hastily done up clothing. His voice stroked along my thigh almost hard enough to hurt. His mood was foul, annoyed with having to deal with such nonsense, even as he took in the sight of the two dwarves on other side of me. Slowly they raked down the elder and then went to the younger, waiting and expectant.

"We were just talking with Bilbo."

Kili began, clearing his throat and waiting for Fili to continue. Thorin's eyes went straight for the elder brother. As I watched Thorin wait for Fili's answer, I noticed that his body looked tense and aggravated but if he wanted to intimidate an answer out of any one of us, why did he not go for the easiest?

"Yeah, talking. We hadn't realized the time, was all."

As Thorin's eyes went back and forth between the two brothers, I figured out quite curiously that Thorin was rather intently not looking at me.

"Talking?"

While his eyes passed over me completely, disregarding as if I were not even there, his voice grabbed my waist and held strong until it vanished. He did not seem to believe the brothers by his tone, his eyes looking at the two as if they really thought him that dense. The two would not give more information than was asked of them and Thorin sighed when he realized as such.

"And what were you talking about?"

His voice pressed along my lower back, almost making me lean closer to his taller form.

"We were just thanking her."

"Yes, for saving us from the trolls."

At this Thorin's eyes snapped to me and I froze in place under such a cold stare; his eyes quested for an answer, a truthful one and I was helpless to provide one. I was frozen in place, my hands clutching fabric to keep from fidgeting under such intense scrutiny.

"Is what they say true?"

I felt proud that I didn't look at the two brothers for assistance or support, standing up straighter and doing my best to make it seem like I was casually just going around with a half unbuttoned shirt and messy vest like it were a normal thing.

"Yep, I feel thoroughly thanked."

Literally the only thing that saved my face from paling to a white sheen was the fact that just a few hours ago I had felt true terror at the hands of a troll. That being said, I was still utterly and horrifically embarrassed by the fact that out of all my hobbit manners and well wishing collection of sayings, I chose to say something like that! From both sides, I tried my best to ignore the struggle that the brothers endured to contain their laughter.

Thorin seemed to deliberately ignore the brothers, focusing instead on the forced ignorance of the connection between my statement and my appearance. Strangely enough though, he actually appeared to relax a little after I said my peace and he exchanged another look between the two brothers.

His eyes looked me over again, "Perhaps a thanks is in order..."

Before I could even think about what that could possibly mean, Thorin was leaving us, quickly crossing back to where we made camp.

"Get some rest while you can. We move out in a few hours."

As soon as all of us saw Thorin's figure vanish behind the line of trees and bushes, we let out a collective breath of relief and started to laugh at the idea of being caught by Thorin. As I laughed, I felt far better than I had in days previous and righted my clothes in a more relaxed manner. The two brothers couldn't contain their laughter at what I said and buckled over in fits until I promptly smacked them and pushed them over.

Eventually, we made our way back through the forest, slow to return back to camp and our own individual bedrolls. I glanced at the two, thankful that we were all decent enough to look at in terms of our attire but a glance from Fili had me blushing and looking away. I felt my heart warm at the sound of his chuckle, a flush coming to my cheeks when he pulled me close.

Before the three of us broke the line of the forest, Kili stopped us and I looked at him confused before he leaned down to lay a quick kiss on my lips, a gesture that was mirrored by his brother.

"Until next time?"

Fili grinned, playfully chuckling into my hair before going off with his brother.

I laughed at the warm feeling that crept up in my chest again, my hand unconsciously going to my hair before I hurried back along to the safety of my bedroll. I allowed myself to be wooed back to sleep by the heated remembrance of what activities the brothers and I had just done, all too eager for when the next time would be.