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I woke that morning with a mumble and a mouthful of brown hair.

Blearily I opened my eyes to the warm morning light streaming through the windows and discovered that it was a gorgeous day, made especially more gorgeous by the fact that I was snuggled up to a sleeping dwarf with another at my back. Under my arm, the hard line of Kili's stomach slowly rose and fell, a constant pattern that I relished even as I spooned myself against his back and squeezed. Against my back, Fili was breathing slowly, a constant presence that made my stomach flutter. I was content with the sleeping arrangement, I realized. I was happy that I was there with the brothers.

Warmth emanated from Kili, his heat easily felt through his blue tunic, and I -under the spell of whim – slipped my fingers underneath his shirt so that I could press my palm against his stomach. Kili groaned awake at the contact, mumbling about something until he adjusted in bed to turn his head and look at me. I watched as a smile spread over his face before he laid back down, content to lay there.

All of us stayed together for a few minutes more before I felt Kili tense and sit up in bed, carefully removing my arm before he groaned about getting up. He was ungraceful in how he practically rolled off the bed, hand in his hair and pulling at the knots that seemed to be a constant for his locks. Mumbling something about a much needed bath, I watched him disappear behind the bathing chamber door.

From next to me, Fili stirred, turning around so that he hugged his pillow and breathed back into a restful sleep. He did not seem ready in the slightest to move and I grinned at the fact that Fili was a late sleeper as compared to his brother. He seemed all too happy to just bury himself under blankets all morning if one would let him. The pattern of his breathing was just as soothing as his brother's had been, the slight rise and fall, making me lean over and kiss between exposed shoulder blades.

That was another thing that was happily discovered last night after I returned from Thorin's room; enjoying the feeling of skin contact and the texture of all things, Fili was a nude sleeper when he was allowed to be. He sprawled under the blanket and pulled me close, even if I tried to get away. Kili was on the opposite end of that spectrum, choosing to wear breeches and his tunic, not really one for the casual nature of the nude. It was a surprise given that in their day to day lives, Kili seemed to the more rambunctious and casual of the two, but I enjoyed the thought that I was learning more about them.

Fili was delectable though; half covered by blankets and looking every bit like a lounging animal, a King of a Kingdom, though his territory only extended to the bed and his subjects only included me at the moment. I leaned over him, letting my fingers run lines down his back, enjoying the way he remained undisturbed despite my touch. There was something easy about being with Fili, his very nature so approachable and providing the need of stability in a crazed adventure where anything could be uncertain. In a way, he reminded me of Thorin. Our solemn leader was like that too. Both of them were like the central point of a maelstrom, steady despite all the chaos around them.

I was suddenly reminded of Thorin's hand at my lower back last night, of how I felt it was like the center of the world. I leaned down to rest my head against Fili's back, idly playing with a few strands of his blonde hair as I closed my eyes. Thorin's eyes stared at me in the darkness, their strength unyielding and his touch assured from what my body told him I wanted. I never felt so exposed before and the thought of it was both nerve racking and intoxicating.

Last night Thorin's intensity was something to be admired but having never done anything like that before, I was at a loss as to what to think about it over all. Still, I could not deny how relaxed I felt afterwards, so entirely open about the entire thing. I was intrigued by the very idea of what was shown to me, passion and intensity kept below the surface.

"Hmm? Good morning, Miss Hobbit."

When I opened my eyes to the sound of Fili's voice, hoarse with sleep and his eyes still shut in contentment, I smiled because he looked handsome. He looked inviting.

"Come on, you two, breakfast is probably being devoured even as we speak!"

Breakfast was indeed being served, we discovered. It took us long enough to get up and get dressed, noticing with a glee that the elves had left our clean clothes on the tables directly outside our rooms. I was happy to be in my own clothes again, the fabric tight where needed and finally feeling a bit like myself again. Oh, it wasn't that elvish clothes weren't nice, it was just that getting back into one's clean clothes was like putting on an old sweater that you loved. It just felt comforting.

Breakfast was something a bit more appropriate for the dwarves, now laden with meats that I was sure had nothing at all to do with the fact that a fire had been in the hallway the night before. Elrond and Gandalf were absent from the breakfast, as was the dinner music from the day previous. The dwarves looked better for it, happily digging into their plates with gusto and joking about how jovial their night was.

Sitting between Fili and Kili, I tried to concentrate on my food, every so often noticing that I was staring at Thorin with almost an intent close on stalkerish. He ate not at all unlike the others, eating much of the same things too, but I couldn't help but stare as he chewed on every delectable bite. I was transfixed by the way his jaw moved when he chewed, the way one could glimpse a flash of white teeth before closing around a fork.

Look away!

I snapped my head away, realizing that I had been caught staring, desperately willing the red off my cheeks and only barely succeeding into cramming some food into my mouth to distract myself. His eyes were still on me, focused and making me squirm. I was relieved when Fili pulled me into conversation, thankful for the distraction and when Kili tried to steal some food off my plate, resulting in a quick slap of his hand.

I felt my courage leave me when I saw Thorin stand from the table, his plate clean and belly full from what he told Dwalin. I watched him as he leaned down to tell Dwalin something and then turn to come down the table, exactly in the direction of the three of us. I was frozen, shocked into a stillness that could only be broken by hobbit instincts!

When Balin stopped Thorin to speak with him for a moment, I went lax and slithered under the table, melting away from the prospect and retreating to a safe location. It was only under a table but I didn't have time to be picky! I could hear Fili laughing at my antics and Kili was looking underneath the table, only to have a foot in his face for his efforts.

"Where did Miss Baggins disappear off to?"

Fili tried to stifle his laughter and Kili was no better, earning another kick from me when his reached a hand to run along my ankle. Underneath the table, I was happy that none of them could see the flush on my cheeks from their voices sliding over me, gripping my thighs and kneading soft cheeks.

"You must have just missed her, Thorin?"

The brothers were utterly horrible at hiding secrets. They kept laughing and their faces would be painfully open to the answer that Thorin could guess. I watched him from under the table, seeing his heavily booted feet go the edge of the table and brace like he would dip underneath to check.

"How was your night?"

I blinked at the strange question, directed to the brothers and sounding a bit like concern? Even Thorin's voice trembled up my back, timid and not anything like its normal self. "Uneventful, as usual."

Kili replied, his voice teasing at my butt cheek. At least that was normal.

"Nothing unusual?"

Thorin's voice timidly slid along my collarbone, disappearing softly.

"Nope, all of us slept like babes."

Fili's teasing voice mirrored his brother's but pinched when he emphasized the last word. I waited for Thorin's response to the answer, watching his steady feet drag against the stone floor before going to turn away. "If you see Miss Baggins again, tell her it's wasteful to leave a plate unfinished."

Thorin's deep voice growled out, sounding irritated and annoyed before I saw his boots walk away from the table. It was only when he left the dining room that I climbed back up from under the table and situated myself between the brothers. "A true burglar!"

Nori commented with a laugh while I looked at Fili and Kili, who were still trying to hide their chuckles. Noticing my glare, Fili just shook his head and pointed down to my plate, "He wants you to eat."

Even as I picked up my fork again, I looked at the brothers, noting their grins. "Is it really considered that wasteful?"

It was not very Hobbit-like to not finish the food on one's plate but I wanted to confirm if it was the culture difference between the dwarves and hobbits. We didn't think badly of a plate with food on it still but because of our great love it, we weren't obliged to finish it either. If one were full, they would have to store the rest for another day. Was it different for dwarves?

The brothers just looked at me from both sides, staring at me curiously before Fili went back to eating his food with Kili doing the same, though he paused long enough to push my plate towards me. "Eat."

His voice curled possessively, teasingly, happily. I dug back into my food.

I avoided Thorin afterwards with a tenacity that should anyone look in on the subject, gave the impression that I thought he carried a plague. It wasn't very difficult considering that in the past he was never one to seek me out but all the same, I did my best to make sure that I was always well hidden. That being said, if one were to ask why I was following Thorin around like a crazed stalker, I doubt they would understand it was because I wanted to avoid him.

So, all in all, it was a rather confusing time because for every urge that I felt to follow Thorin around, I would duck and hide, as if just seeing him would make him sprout snakes from his head and hiss at me.

It wasn't like I didn't know I wasn't being foolish, ducking behind doors and into alcoves just as I felt Thorin would turn to see if he were being followed. I knew I was being a crazed stalker. I just didn't want to openly talk with Thorin, I thought just to placate myself, even as I dived through the nearest doorway to hide from Thorin, who a moment before had made to turn around.

My quest to follow Thorin was suddenly not very important.

I looked around in a sort of wonder, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of books. I was in Rivendell's library and it was beautiful...

"Hello, is there something I can help you with?"

My eyes fluttered when that blissful fog rolled over my mind; I quickly found the elf responsible for it, his tall figure looking so graceful as he nodded politely to me. "This is the library?"

I replied dumbly, cursing myself for asking such an obvious question. The dark haired elf just chuckled and looked around, his eyes teasing, "I do believe it is."

He was beautiful, I thought even as I started to sway towards him, wishing the elf would tease me forever over any and all silly questions I could ask him. The elf just smiled at me and motioned to the shelves. "You are more than welcome to anything, just to be sure to be gentle with them."

I nodded vacuously, smiling in the same blissful state of mind that I was trapped in when an elf spoke. I walked away, limbs weak and disappeared behind one of the many book lined shelves. The library of Rivendell while not overly large were stuffed with books, ranging vastly on topics from anything concerning how to make bread to complicated histories that were long gone. Some books were written in the common tongue, others in elvish, and others still in languages I did not recognize.

I quickly found my love of books and maps take precedent over everything else and I buried my nose into the first book I took off the shelves.

Hours later and thoroughly invested in the tale of an elf prince who was to be saved by his lady love, I heard the voice of the elf greet someone new. I looked up from my hidden place on the floor, and nearly sputtered in disbelief when I actually saw Thorin walk past the row of books I was sitting against. Dropping my book temporarily, I stood from my spot and instantly rushed down the row so that I could see what Thorin was doing.

If there was one thing about Thorin that I did not think fit him exactly, it was him in an elven library!

I followed him closely, ducking behind rows as he walked along the shelves, fingers fanning out against the books. I watched him with curious eyes as he stopped every so often, pulling out a book to look over it briefly before putting it back in the row. He continued this process, each time reaching for a book and studying it before putting it back until he finally came to a book that he opened and lingered on. He stayed still as he looked to read the first page, turning to some point in the middle and closing it gently a moment later.

Sure that he would retrace his steps back out of the library, I ducked away behind the nearest shelf where I would remain hidden. I waited for him to pass so I could return to my own book.

I squeaked in surprise when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, nearly pulling away before I scented Thorin's familiar musk that clung to him. I relaxed just because I knew I wasn't in danger and turned to face his intense gaze. Thorin's eyes truly were beautiful pools of bright blue, made all the more amazing by his curly ebony hair that hung down his shoulders. I felt the compulsion to reach out and touch one of the silvery strands that streaked through that dark mass.

"You have been following me."

Thorin's voice peppered my skin seductively, making my eyes flutter in delight.

I nodded, flushing when I saw it produce a slight grin and a breath that would count as a chuckle for one like Thorin Oakenshield. "You're not very good at it."

A teasing touch against my wrist, his words were light but whispered deeply. I leaned closer to him, wanting to close some of the distance between us, "Did you wish I was?"

I replied, wanting to know myself if he wished I were better at sneaking if only because it would have meant that I remained invisible to him. Thorin understood the meaning behind my question instantly, his eyes staring into mine intently and accessing whatever he saw pool behind my own eyes. A second later, he relaxed -his eyes softening slightly- and he reached up to lightly run his knuckles up my neck. He hovered closer, breathing in the scent of my hair, "No."

I felt him lean in closer to me, planting a kiss on my forehead, before he took a step back and started to walk away down the row of books and out of the library, book still in hand.

I ended up going back to my room shortly after that, my own book clenched tightly to my chest.

Immediately getting inside, I startled at the sight of Fili and Kili undressing, already half naked and entirely too close to one another. I felt my heart race at the sight of tanned muscled skin, noting that with Kili this was the first time I had ever seen him so exposed. I leered, unable to take my eyes off the curve of lean muscled arms, furry chests, and strongly corded thighs.

It was when Kili finished letting his hair down that he noticed me at the door, grinning in my direction and nudging his brother who greeted me and asked if I wanted to join them. I had no idea what they were even asking of me but I was already in agreement if it meant taking off some more of their clothes. I was already going for the buttons on my vest when Fili disappeared off into the bathing chamber, prompting Kili to look at me and explain, "Just got back from sparring, sweaty business that is."

He wriggled his eyebrows at me, making me laugh at his childlike expression before I motioned that I would follow in after them. By the time I got undressed and was ready to join the brothers in the bath, they were already situated on either edges of the long tub, the size easily holding them both with more than enough room for a third. Fili was leaning his head back, his hair still dry, his eyes closed and looking the very picture of relaxed.

As for Kili, his hair was already soaked around his cheeks, strands hanging in his face without a care. As I approached the tub, I noticed that while the air around him still gave off the same joviality it did moments ago, his expression was blank. He was just resting, his brown eyes watching Fili as his brother relaxed. He smiled up at me when he saw me approach, offering me the spot between his legs if I should wish for it.

Never having been that close to him physically besides the time in the forest, I gladly accepted it, slipping underneath the water and leaning up against his strong chest. As I closed my eyes to allow myself the chance to fully enjoy the feel of his skin against my back, I felt Kili shift behind me and a callused finger trace along the skin near my collarbone. The gesture reminded me of Thorin and I leaned back into it gratefully.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the darkened strands of his wet hair hovering close, his own head leaned against mine. I brought my hand up to finger the tendrils and delighted when it pulled a soft smile from Kili's lips. "Can I ask you something?"

"Hm?"

He hummed out, equally as quiet as when I first asked, as if we both did not want to disturb Fili, though we both knew he could hear us just fine. I found myself staring at the stubble on his cheeks, touching it a second later. His eyes softened even more, "Is it normal for dwarves ...to... you know? Be with their relatives?"

I wondered if I was specific enough, hoping I would not have to elaborate on it more. Kili's fingers stilled for a moment on my skin before they resumed their leisure pace. "No, but there has been no one else."

I nodded slowly to his confession, stunned by how easily he could admit such a thing and do it so simply, with such confidence that he was without a hint of nervousness. I glanced at Fili, wondering what it was like to be the holder of such a simple declaration of love. I found myself wondering as well where I fit into such a confession, if I were to indeed take Kili's words to heart.

If there had been no one else, why lie with me?

Kili's brown eyes were looking at me as I thought this over; his fingers stopped and he kissed my temple before nudging me away, "Go over and wash his hair for him. He enjoys such things."

Kili's voice soothingly stroked me, reassuring me that all was well. I glanced back at him just to check his expression again, a content smile still on his face, before I took the advice and saw Fili move. Perfectly content to listen to Kili and I talk before, he leaned up and grinned at me, his eyes soft and his lips grinning sweetly. I watched him as he scooted forward, making room for me behind him.

"It'll be easier for you if you sit up there."

I nodded silently to the suggestion, well aware of our height differences and how it affected us while sitting down. While I was nervous at the feeling of being so exposed outside of the tub, I did my best to hide it as I carefully slid around him. Once I was sitting back on the edge of the marble tub, the cool stone chilling me and making me shiver, I realized that I wasn't any less nervous even hidden behind Fili. I saw how my hands shook as I gingerly palmed the bottle of scented soaps, turning back to see how Kili eyed us intensely and how at peace Fili was below me.

Briefly I fretted as I got the soaps ready in my hand, watching as Fili leaned his head back to give me full access to his thick mane of hair. As soon as I got my fingers in his thick blonde tresses, he released a heavy sigh, pushing back into the hands that massaged his temples. As I worked my fingers through the thick hair, I felt Fili leaning back between my legs, his body melting underneath skillful fingers as he let his head fall completely fall into my keeping. His eyes were closed, every so often releasing a groan that just seemed to tell me stories of how much he enjoyed what I was doing to him.

I saw Kili move from the other side of the tub, crawling closer so that he could silently ask for a bottle of the soaps. I paused in my ministrations to hand him the bottle, the pause making Fili open his eyes and look up. Instantly he was leaning back to look at his brother who smirked at him. "You are notgoing to wash my mustache with that."

"Oh, but I am ."

Despite a playful splashing fight that resulted in both the younger dwarves eventually wrestling in the water in a flurry of soap and water, Fili was made to heel to us and he had to deal with Kili and I scrubbing his hair deeply, even as he scrunched his face against the smell of the flowers. Once he was thoroughly cleaned enough for any King of the Bedroom Kingdom, Kili was back to resting on the other side of tub, scrubbing his own fingers hastily through his dark hair.

I was pulled from my observation of Kili by Fili's body moving away from the edge of the tub, turning in place and looking up at me. I smiled at him briefly when I saw how his blue eyes glinted up at me, a grin on his cheeks that almost made me shiver when combined with the lust I saw in his eyes.

I felt my cheeks flush when I realized that while my previous position was ideal for washing hair, I was now utterly exposed before Fili. In response to my flush, he leaned forward casually and palmed my thighs, heavy so that I would know that he would not let me close them, "For washing my hair..."

He whispered, his voice making me arch with a gasp when it gripped flesh, and then hiss when his tongue lapped slowly at the growing heat of my sex. Vaguely I realized that Kili was looking up in surprise at the two of us, not having realized what we were doing until my moan echoed in the stone chamber.

"Is dwarven gratitude always like this?"

I clenched out between my teeth as Fili's tongue dipped deeper, wondering if indeed dwarven gratitude was always dealt out in such a way? In the last few days, Thorin and the brothers both used it as a means of expression and I was left curious as to whether or not I would need to curb how I acted around the other dwarves. I wasn't about to warrant any gratitude from the others in the company...

"Heh, hardly! A head butt is the most one can expect."

Fili joked lightly, his chuckles making me shudder in delight from both the sensation on my skin and the way it puffed air on sensitive flesh. Again, as Fili went back to work lapping at my juices hungrily, groaning in delight when a new wave of pleasure made me shudder against his mouth, I was reminded of Thorin. If gratitude wasn't done in such a way what did it mean? I wanted to ask.

I moaned loudly, hunching over and gripping my fingers into blonde hair, my eyes watching Fili as he sucked on my clit. He moaned not just from the pleasure of my reaction but from something behind him, something that Kili was responsible for. I watched as Kili leaned over him, fingers skillful as they worked open his brother, pushing in deeply and earning a groan from the elder.

It was too sexy.

I never thought I would be one for such a taboo thing but with Fili groaning into my heat, pushing himself closer to delve his tongue inside me, I found I could not be bothered to care. The sight of Fili's obvious enjoyment over Kili working him open and licking me was enough to spur on a quick orgasm, shuddering against his mouth even as I tugged on blonde locks.

Even as I had my eyes closed to help breathe through my climax, I heard Fili's grunting and groaning over Kili's fingers. His callused fingers gripped at my thigh roughly, stroking the skin there with the pad of his thumb before he was cursing and shuddering against Kili's hand more fiercely than before. Kili was stroking himself, his cock red and heavy in his tight fist, his fingers pumping inside Fili until the elder shuddered and cursed. I felt the grip on my thigh tighten.

Whatever the wrongness implied in the brothers bedding with one another, it couldn't begin to compare to how beautiful the two looked when they each found their release, shuddering into a fist or against fingers and panting harshly either against skin or in the air. The two were beautiful.

We drained the water and filled the tub again.

Now thoroughly drained and ready just to relax, the three of us went back into the tub, Kili still on the one side but now a playful Fili leaning down the tub so that he could rest against my chest. How content he looked just lounging against the soft skin of my arm, his mustache and beard tickling me even as he pressed kisses to the skin beneath.

Such was the King of the Bed Kingdom...

All three of us were sated, content and happy to just enjoy the moment together.

I found my thoughts traveling back to the library, the ease I felt in Thorin's presence and the hidden depth in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

"I never figured him for a reader."

I murmured aloud, Fili's hair twisted in my fingers, wondering why I even recalled the moment Thorin left the library with the book he plucked from the shelves still in hand.

"Uncle loves to read."

What?

I opened my eyes at the word, at the familial title, and found myself leaning my head back up to look at Fili, whose eyes were still closed in peace.

What?

Kili opened his eyes, noticing that I hadn't replied back and saw the look on my face.

"We did mention that, right?"