"I just don't want to talk to them! Is that so hard to understand?"

I snapped loudly, biting my fork none too gently and chewing with purpose, every crunch of food a mental curse.

"Nope, laddie. Just eat."

I was sitting next to Dwalin, angrily shoveling food around my plate, stabbing greens onto cutlery while my other hand was clenched on the table. Every so often as I remembered the brothers just casually explaining to me the nature of their relationship to Thorin, I would pound the hard surface. All around me, dwarves were either silent or doing their best to look interested in their own plates. Down the table the two most incredibly awful, selfish bastards sat, their faces red and looking like they just wanted to disappear for a while.

They looked defeated, slowly eating their own food and staring miserably at me from down the length of the table.

I couldn't stand their faces, those handsome faces who thought they were just so adorable and cheeky and could get away with anything!

"I mean, to not even say anything! Who does that! Who does that?!"

I shoved the fork into my mouth, chewing again with angry purpose. I waited for the usual reply to my ranting but when Dwalin's voice didn't tickle against my cheek, I paused. Still waiting for my muttered response, I practically glared daggers at the far larger dwarf next to me, watching how he ignored me for a moment before feeling my gaze on him. If he hadn't already been leaning close to his plate, he was practically nosing it now, his hand doing its best to hide his face.

If I had bothered to care for a moment, I would have felt sorry for the tough looking dwarf.

"No idea, laddie. Eat."

I went back to shoveling food around my plate, stabbing at another few bites. "Honestly! To think it slipped their minds!"

"It did slip our-"
"Silence, you two."

Thorin hissed out, his eyes briefly glancing at me even as he tried to avoid my gaze altogether, frowning into a roll of bread and glaring at his twonephews for causing such a disastrous dinner. I nodded in agreement at his command, not even wanting to look at the brothers anymore. I was at least pleased to know that Thorin understood the ways of women enough to know that when upset, it was best just to nod, agree with whatever they said, and try to avoid them.

The brothers themselves were at a loss as to how to do such things, sputtering and motioning with their hands that they were lost and confused. Completely without options. It was probably new to them to have such a peaceful bath turn into a war zone.

" 'We mentioned that right?' ?" I mimed in the best mimic of Kili's voice I could manage before glaring daggers at the brothers all the while stabbing more food onto my fork. Fili at least had the balls to look me in the eye, his blue eyes pleading into mine for forgiveness, understanding, to be smacked and let the whole matter rest.

"Please-!" Before Fili could even hope to appease his new vengeful Goddess, Thorin slammed his fist down onto the table, "Silence, boy!"

With a smile, I knew I would have to ask Thorin about how he learned so well the ways of angry women. It was intriguing to see him frustrated and not be able to do anything about it, to just let it run its course, and hope to come out unscathed in the cross fire.

I glared at Dwalin, for whom I was still waiting to answer my outburst, the only one at the table who was really allowed to speak to me without any possible repercussions. By no means was I going to allow him to understand or try to placate me in any way, shape, or form but he was allowed to agree with me.

He noticed my attention back to him and his eyes were at a loss as they darted around the room for any type of support and finding none. I'm sure he was cursing mentally the ways of cowardly traitors who weren't dwarf enough to stand up to an angry hobbit.

"Whatever you say, laddie. Eat."

I went back to eating, at least temporarily happy that I could eat such great food and bring the entire company of Thorin Oakenshield to its knees...

"Absolutely not!"

When it came time for an early bed, all of the dwarves took the option gladly; they practically ran to their rooms in the attempt to avoid the possibility of being in the crossfire of the great battle that was brewing. They were waiting for me to explode, I was sure. Just to lose it and start throwing things and smack the two brothers around. I was curious over how their dwarven women exacted their fury, wondering if it were as fearsome? By the easy way their dwarven men cowered in the face of an angry female, I took a gander that their females were something to be feared... especially if Thorin and Dwalin were the first to cave against such fury.

Just content to have been ignored for the rest of the evening, I was reminded of the fact that the brothers and I were sharing a room by the slow poke of their heads through the doorway. At the sight of them trying to come back into the room, I nearly spat fire such was how quickly I snapped at them.

The pillow was soft in my hand even as I threw it, deadly accurate for a hobbit well used to throwing objects around for practice. The brothers jumped at the soft thump against the door, still trying to test the waters to see if they could be forgiven.
"Come on, Bilbo..."

"No! Get out!"

I bounded off the bed towards the door, watching as both brothers literally squeaked in fear and ducked their heads out of the way. Just in time too for I slammed the door on their faces and smacked the hard wood for emphasis. "Go sleep with the elves for all I care! You're not coming back in here!"

Immediately they were groaning, a thud on the other side of the door that sounded like someone was pressed up against the wood.

"Miss Hobbit, we didn't mean it!"
"Yes, forgive us! We want to cuddle!"
"Just cuddle, yes! We want to pamper you!"

Their voices were timid but sincere, smoothing over the mounds of my butt possessively but only enough to show that they wanted my forgiveness.

"Go away!"

Another thud, another sound that scratched all the way down my leg even as it slid down the door. Were they physically leaning up against the door, begging for forgiveness?

In a way I was tempted to just forgive the brothers. They were great cuddle companions and the comfort they provided at night while sleeping next to them was something not to be easily ignored. At the same time I did not want to be taken for a fool; no doubt this was not the first time the brothers infuriated a woman and I certainly wouldn't let them think that being cute and cuddly would get them out of trouble!

I opened the door, grinning with an evil glee as I saw them both tumble onto the floor in an ungraceful pile of limbs and hair. I leaned down to look at them more closely, both of them staring up at me as if I were the great Evil himself come to personally visit them.

Their puppy dog eyes were pleading up at me, watery at the edges as if they would cry at any moment...

"GO AWAY!"

I barely let the brothers scramble out of the way before I slammed the door on them again...

I slept peacefully, burrowed deeply within a pile of blankets and pillows that normally would have been hogged by the brothers until I was only left with whatever was between the two. I was content, dreaming of pie and elven beauties when I twitched awake at the sound of a door slowly opening.

Candle light from the corridor pooled in, my eyes needing to turn away from it even as it disappeared behind the click of a door. I was just so tired, so willing to go back to sleep that I found myself already slipping away back into the clutch of dreams. Peace in my mind, an eye fluttering open again when I felt the blankets lifted up momentarily and a dip of weight press onto mattress.

I tried to go back to sleep, knowing that this was Rivendell and that I was safe here.

Unconsciously I leaned into the roughened palm as it smoothed over my hip and pulled me back into the waiting body of someone extremely warm. It felt nice. So nice and peaceful and warm against that body; I swooned against the comforting presence, feeling it respond with the press of a thumb against my stomach. A kiss pressed to my shoulder, the feel of a beard and mustache.

I was awake.
I knew who was in my bed.

"You and your brother can bugger off."

Though I wanted to keep my resolve firm on the matter, I was not upset like I was earlier and my voice lacked all conviction. From behind me, I heard Fili chuckle before pressing another kiss to the back of my shoulder, "Kili is with Thorin; it's just me here." He paused just to spoon his entire body against mine, his ankle trapping my legs. He tilted his nose up to sniff my neck, "You smell good."

I scoffed at his compliment, the grab of his voice on my butt speaking of his good mood. I was content to just lie there beside Fili.

My heart was already starting to quicken with the knowledge that this was the first time that Fili and I were alone without his brother. We were alone together in a bed, in what would pass easily as a romantic setting if the fact that we weren't on an adventure didn't come into play. Could an adventure be seen as a romantic getaway?

If the adventure so far was anything to go by, I doubted that, thinking of mud clinging to my clothes and troll snot.

I looked back at Fili, turning only sightly so that I could see the darkened shape of his face in what limited light we had. He was smirking. I felt my eyes roll before I could even help it, my hand coming up to push his face away none too gently but completely without any strength before it either.

"I smell like you two animals."

I closed my eyes again, a soft grin on my lips. I was ready to try and slip back off into sleep but I felt Fili's hand release my hip. I pressed back into his eager body, feeling as his roughened palm followed the line of my thigh and slipped underneath the hem of my sleeping shift.

"Must be why I like it then."

His voice whispered with need, possessively kneading my backside even as his hand trailed higher. His body was fully committed to this, already hard against the curve of my rear and absently rocking against me. Kisses from sensual lips were peppered along my shoulder, reaching up to my neck to graze teeth at the pulse point. I shuddered at the feel of his fingers finding me wanting already, dipping into the folds without preamble and feeling how wet I was already.

I felt embarrassed by how quickly I became wet for him, his body and groans enough for me to react so wholly to him. This was different, I knew, because I was alone with Fili whose sole attention was on me. I felt flush with the realization that I was so turned on by Fili slipping into my bed, almost as if it were wrong of him to do so without Kili. The fantasy brought a new wave of pleasure to my body, trembling in delight when he grinned into the shell of my ear.

"You like that?"

His voice grabbed the meaty flesh of my lower cheeks, his physical fingers stroking at me expertly as he groaned into the friction his hardness ground into. I nodded to his question, pushing back against him, rolling my hips against the hard bulge in his trousers and moaning when he hissed in need. I shuddered when I felt the curl of his finger against me, slipping inside easily, eager to draw out the pleasure I felt by teasing me. I wanted more already.

I gasped in pleasure when he added a second finger, his breath coming short against my ear. "You're always so tight, Miss Hobbit."

I groaned and squirmed against him, trying desperately to will my orgasm down even though his skilled fingers were quickly forcing it from my body. This was Fili's true passion. For all the mention of the love of crafts that I heard dwarves loved above all else, the pleasuring of a woman was Fili's one true love. His fingers stroked along my walls so expertly, thumb reaching to circle my clit every so often just when I would start to get used to the sensations. My fingers reached down to squeeze his wrist, wrapping down to cover his hand with my own.

Despite the way my fingers tried to pull him off, to give me a lull from the overwhelming pleasure, Fili just ignored it, pumping more firmly, circling more assuredly.

"Just feel it, Bilbo."

A kiss on my ear, his voice wrecked and gripping me fiercely. I tried to move away from him but whenever I moved one way, his body moved with mine and his fingers went deeper into me. "Fili!" I gasped, not even knowing if I wanted him to stop anymore or if I was pleading for him to understand that I wanted to fight him. He did not need to be told to keep going, to not even slow his pace.

"That's it, arch into me."

I rocked into his fingers, groaning and gripping his hand that worked between my legs. Fili was forceful, voice leaden with hot lust that spurred me on and made me grip all the harder onto his knuckles, helpless as my orgasm inched ever closer.

Fili pulled back from me, placating me with a fierce kiss before he undid the laces of his trousers and slipped out of the fabric, casually tossing it to the side. My eyes fully adjusted to the dark, I could see the outline of his body and the hard length of his hot cock, slightly smaller in size than his brother's but no less wanting.

I turned onto my back, wanting to reach out and touch, and parted my legs for Fili to situate himself between. Once again our lips locked, a play of tongues that caressed and desired to taste. His hands in my hair, feeling my cheeks that were smooth unlike their own dwarven women.

I smirked when Fili gasped, breaking our kiss at the unexpected feel of my hand around his cock, his hips bucking forward of their own accord. I felt his body press into me again, grinding himself into the feel of my smooth hand before catching my lips in a rough kiss. We were both desperate for it, our moans being eaten by the other. My hand found his blonde mane of hair and pulled him forward.

"So you do like it rough?"

He grunted, following my body as I pulled him down to kiss me deeper. His hand traced the line of my stomach until it reached his cock, adjusting himself so that he could rub himself in the wetness that was gathered between my legs.

"Can I fuck you?"

His hips rocked against the slickness of my desire, making me squirm and nearly bucking him off before he leaned down to hold me fast. His strong grip pressing my wrist into the sheets, covering his body over mine and gasping into my neck. I realized I hadn't answered even though my body was answering him enough already.

His lips against my cheek, breath against skin.

"Can I make love to you?"

I groaned when I heard the question, both of us knowing even in our lust hazed minds that Fili had asked me two different questions, both of which meanings varied so greatly. He kissed me again, his body arching up so that his hard cock pressed against my entrance.

I barely nodded into his lips but it was enough for him to feel.

He slid inside me, the heat from how hard his cock was making me feel like he was burning me from the inside out. He pushed until his hips were flush with my thighs, my heat engulfing him. I heard him release a hiss of breath, swearing even as the grip on my wrist increased, starting to hurt even though it felt so good.

I wanted to enjoy the feeling of him inside me but he would have none of that; as soon as he caught his breath, he was releasing my wrist and leaning up and over me to grip his fingers at the back of the headboard, the difference in angle making him push deeper than before. I gasped at how full I felt, my fingers gripping the hair at the back of his neck so tightly I'm sure that it hurt.

He pulled back from me, his cock sliding out easily with how much wetness was dripping from my sex and thrust back inside, a sharp slap of skin that reduced me to incoherent moans and pleas. Each slap of skin, a connection of hips on thigh, I felt my body cave to him, arch into every whim he wanted of me. I felt beautiful, I felt wanted. I felt desired as I felt his other hand fondling a breast. Each time he thrust deeply, he grunted, leaning down at one point to bite down into my shoulder. I shuddered at the small flair of pain, hearing Fili groan into my shoulder, "Mahal, save me-!"

He gasped when he pleaded, felt how my inner walls clenched around him, realizing how it affected me when his normally so teasing and warm voice sounded so wracked with need. It was what pushed me over the edge, the orgasm so long denied now being ripped and forced from me as if it were never mine to give in the first place. Fili didn't quite expect it to be so violent, I'm sure, but mid-thrust he felt the walls around his cock constrict tightly -almost painfully, if the look on his face were any indication – and he had to roughly pull out from me, his own release painting my stomach with spurts of white.

In the darkness and quiet of the room, we both tried desperately to catch our breath.

I caught mine before him and when I looked over at him, he looked utterly debauched. So utterly ruined that I found myself desperate to comfort him. I gave in to need. I pressed a kiss everywhere I wanted, feeling how sweaty his forehead was and how much he still trembled even as he tried to find his breath. A press of lips on the dimple of his cheek, in the hair of his beard.

"So, can I stay?"

His voice so sheepish made me laugh and I pushed him off me, smiling even as he groaned and remained boneless into the pillows. Feeling the impending grossness on my stomach, I rolled over in the bed onto my knees, reaching over to the side table so that I could pull out a washing cloth from the drawer. I cleaned myself thoroughly with the aid of the basin of fresh water and threw the cloth over to Fili so that he could do the same for himself.

When we both laid back down, we were sated, our needs met for the moment. I watched as Fili's eyes shut almost immediately and I knew he would be asleep within minutes. Just because I could, I snuggled up close to his front again, feeling his arm reach up to wrap around my waist and hug me close.

He looked happy. He looked thoughtful.

I wondered if he wanted to go back to Kili...

How easily and quickly a doubt could plague one's mind even after enjoying such a blissful thing as coupling with someone you were coming to care about. Fili looked content enough but in my own mind, I was starting to come back into the world and think of the arrangement we had but never spoke of.

My fingers smoothed into the hairs of his beard, enjoying the texture until he opened his eyes. Instantly he noticed that something was worrying me and he turned his head so that he could kiss my hand. "What's wrong?"

"What about Kili?"

Fili's eyes sharpened with an emotion I could not understand, his smile slowly losing the warmth it once had. A second later, he was kissing my forehead, "He was asleep."

Simple and nothing more. His voice curled along my skin the same as it always had. It was the truth.

Silence aside from our breathing.

"Would he mind if we slipped in?"

Just as Fili's eyes started to close again so that he might get some sleep, his eyes snapped open to look at me. He knew I was not asking if Kili were the one to mind. He knew I was not asking if we could go and get Kili so that we could all sleep over here. He knew that I was asking if whether or not Thorin would mind my presence there so that we could all sleep together.

Not just the brothers and I.
All of us.

Those blue eyes were so expressive, so unlike his Uncle's, and how I felt horrible for being the one to make them race back and forth across my face, searching for some sort of answer. He did not know what to make of my question, that much was obvious but it already seemed like he understood my desire to get close to Thorin. Ever since the first night in Bag End, Thorin had intrigued me. I wanted to learn more about the leader of our company...

Fili saw that, accepted such a thing when I was previously with Thorin, and his eyes warmly reflected that fact. The very simple desire to want to get close to Thorin as well as stay in the comfort of the brothers. He smiled at me.

"...No, he wouldn't. Just," He turned on his back away from me and scratched a quick hand through his beard, "Sleep next to me."

I wasn't sure if it was a warning or his own new possessiveness; even his voice made it impossible to understand at the moment given how it trembled against my skin. He sat up from the bed, stretching his arms until we both heard a pop and got up, indicating for me to join him. Eagerly I did so, feeling almost like a true burglar about to steal into a secret treasure vault. In a way, we were. There was something between the brothers and their Uncle that was hard to determine and even harder to understand. All of them had a secret and all of them were guarded in their own way.

What Fili and I snuck away to across the hallway was something that promised to be an adventure on its own.

At the doorway, he stopped and turned to face me, expression completely serious.

"He snores."

He warned before bursting out in a smirk, his voice a pinch on my rear, and slowly turned the knob to not alert the battle honed senses of the either inside. The room was dark, still and quiet aside from the soft snores of the elder dwarf. With Fili's hand in my own, he pulled me forward into the room, slowly closing the door again, giving me the sense all over again that we both were burglars. We crept up as silently as we could, slow and steady.

As we approached the bed, I saw two lumps underneath the blankets, though because my eyes were not used to the darkness anymore I could not tell who was who.

Slowly we crept.

The snoring had stopped.

Fili paused, tensed.

"It's just us."

The wisp of sensation against my backside trembled with uncertainty.

A moment later passed before Thorin was grunting, "Come along, then."

His voice rough from sleep trembled down my neck before Fili pulled me along after him. Now without caring if we were to wake the occupants inside, Fili's footsteps echoed against the walls while my own were still silent. A true burglar, indeed.

When we were at the side of the bed, Fili lifted up the covers, revealing the sleeping form of Kili on the right side of the bed facing away from Thorin. I watched as the elder of the two pushed his brother's shoulder, urging him to scoot over but unfortunately for him only ended up with him turning over. With a sigh of put upon annoyance, Fili fumbled over the limbs of his brother until he finally got comfortable and held up a hand for me.

Though I was a hobbit known for being nimble, having to crawl over both of the brothers reduced me down to fumbles as well until I practically fell onto the bed in relief. Afterwards, all of us adjusted to get comfortable, a sound of heavy blankets that breathed sensation against my fingers.

In the darkness I felt Kili's arm resting across the bare hip of his brother, fingers pulling every so often on my shift. Fili's hand lightly held onto my own after I finished rolling onto my side. Exhausted from our previous activities, my eyes felt heavy and I relaxed instantly into the encumbering warmth of the two dwarves that surrounded me. Already I was beginning to sweat with how the two of them were like furnaces.

I burrowed further into the pillow, jumping only slightly when I felt a roughened hand come up to rest against my waist hesitantly. I sighed into soft linen, melting into the hold until Thorin understood that his touch was wanted. The heat of his body pressed against me, a meeting of skin where one could find it. My toes brushing up against a knee.

I fell asleep, a burglar enjoying the spoils of the treasure vault.