The seated guests are a tide of color and murmuring, Tauriel is drawing a fair amount of attention with a very begrudging Legolas by her side. They were a surprise arrival but Thorin's prejudice recognized the gesture of good faith and he let them in. Bilbo is seated with them, talking quietly to the slender creatures.
FIli finds himself glad for the distraction the elves provide the crowd as he stands near his uncle. Leave it to Kili to be running a bit late.

A hush steals over the gathering as running feet are heard, Fili smiles a bit seeing Kili come running into the hall, his silver circlet held tightly. Their mother is a few paces behind
and shaking her head.

Kili blushes at the eyes on him as he plonks the silver onto his dark hair and moves to his place beside Fili. Thorin raises an eyebrow but does not otherwise comment.

His heirs kneel before him, shoulders touching. Even from behind they are a lovely pair, one dark and one fair. Kili's blues and greens the perfect complement to Fili's reds and golds. The raven and the lion, the people have called them.

Thorin's voice begins, the oldest rite of their people spoken, the thanks to Mahal for breathing life into stone and creating their race. Kili is amazingly still and Fili steals a side glance at his brother, smiling slightly when he notes the simply braids, his heart warming. Kili's face is neutral and his eyes are closed, he seems afraid to move.
They stay kneeling for sometime as Thorin conducts the ceremony as expected, rising finally when he touches their shoulders and gestures for Dwalin to hand him a long ribbon.

It is a gorgeous fabric, a blend of the colors the brothers wear with the crest of their house emblazoned in the middle. Thorin nods to them and they face each other, both grinning like lovestruck fools.

Their touches are light as the clasp one another arms.

"Is it your wish, Kili, son of Vili, to be bonded as One with Fili, son of Vili?" Thorin intones as he begins winding the ribbon through them. Kili's yes is strong and clear and Thorin repeats the question to Fili with the same effect.

"Do you swear your souls to one another and to forge from the heart of the stone all that you might need?"

The brothers answer in unsion and Thorin continues. They pledge themselves in everyway their people know and finally Thorin adds in the lines they requested.

"Do you, Kili, pledge your bow and your laughter to Fili for all of your days before you are called to the halls?"

Kili's smile is beaming as he answers and Fili's own is just as bright when Thorin turns to him.

"Do you, Fili, pledge your sword and your loyalty to Kili for all of your days before you are called to the halls?"

Fili answers as Thorin finishes the complex knot and steps back. The brothers are joined now by the ribbon and are grinning at each other.

"Bear witness to the joining of Fili, son of Vili and prince under the mountain, to Kili, son of Vili, and prince under the mountain, all who gather here. As Mahal wills so it is and ever shall be." Thorin's voice rings over the congregation as Fili cups his brothers cheek with his free hand and Kili closes the gap between them, kissing his lion fiercely. The deafening cheers finally break them apart and Fili calls out, "Let the feast begin!"

Some hours later the brothers are sitting at the long table that has been set up for them full of good food and good ale. They are nearly drunk on each other's company (and the ale of course) and the guests have all brought forth their gifts, even Glin, the father of the would be bride. She, thankfully, is not in attendance. Fili had offered her an invitation but had also told her she was free to leave if she wished. She had thanked him and left for her home and he own true love.

The feast has begun to wind down and Fili is itching to be alone with his brother again but decorum says they cannot leave just yet. Kili nudges Fili and points to Dwalin and some of the other guards who have clearly fallen into their tankards and are now standing on a table, preparing to sing.

Fili laughs and looks to their uncle who simply rolls his eyes, "Go on then, I can hardly stand to sit next to the two of you, make your excuses and go." Bilbo is grinning beside him and gives them a wink.

The newlyweds give him their thanks and move to stand before the table, Kili nearer to the group that had moved to stand and cheer their guardsmen on. Fili waits for the commotion to begin dying down, ready to speak when he hears a sound the chills his blood. A sword being drawn has a distinct ring to it after so many battles and he turns, reaching for the sword he did not bring.

Kili hears it as well and reaches for a bow that is not there, frozen halfway through the motion at a second sickening sound. The squelching and tearing noise is all he registers, even as he watches cold steel push out of his belly. His eyes meet those of his husband as blood drips from his lips.

Fili cries out, lunging toward Kili and Glin shoves the blade to its hilt in his brothers back. He cannot reach them though, despite the short distance. Thorin is grasping him, dragging him away from his brother as he begins to choke on his own blood. Fili is shoved through the doorway in time to see Kili slide off the blade and too the ground, chaos erupting and Glin is attacked by the others and a few of his men take up arms.

Fili struggles against Thorin harder, "Uncle no! I have to protect Kili, I have to save him!"

Thorin does not yield, his eyes are pained but he is the king as he addresses his heir, "Dwalin will get him out of there, I will not have you both run through. You are my heir and you will listen and obey when I tell you to stay here." His voice is steel and he releases Fili who collapses immediately.

Thorin does not pause, just marches back into the room where Fili can hear the clang of swords. He does not register who it is that comes shortly after and leads him back to his rooms.

The only thought roaring in his mind is that he failed.

He vowed to protect Kili, has vowed it a hundred times. He sees the sword he did not think he would need laying on his bed, the same bed he had planned to ravish his new husband on that very night, and he cannot hold back the angry sobbing screams any longer.

He curls in on himself when he has spent all of the energy he has and finds himself vomiting in the next second. His fear for Kili has only worsened and no one has arrived to tell him of his lover.

Wiping his mouth he forces himself up and throws open the door, startling Balin who has just raised his hand to knock. "Where is he?" He demands, his voice is raw and hoarse but Balin understands. He leads Fili to Thorin's rooms and there on the kings over-large bed is his love, pale and sweaty, pain on his face that gives way to a small smile when their eyes meet.

Fili is beside him in a moment, "Kee, oh…kee." He breathes, his chest is tight but his heart is not as frantic as it was a moment ago and he presses his forehead against his little brothers.

"Oin stitched him up well, he will heal but it's going to take some time." Thorin's voice breaks through the moment between brothers. Fili cannot find it in himself to be angry any longer and he looks to Thorin with gratitude, he know his uncle was right to pull him away but that does not mean that Fili has not failed.

"Glin?" he asks, his voice thick with hatred. He is surprised when it is not his uncle who answers.

"Dead." Bilbo's voice is hard and Fili can see the strength in the Hobbit, "Not quickly either." The curly haired male adds and Fili is grateful.

"F-e" Kili groans out, weakly tugging his brothers sleeve and Fili's attention snaps to him instantly, "Lay?" Kili asks and Fili smiles gently, laying beside his husband, his Nadad. He feels exhausted and as he cradles Kili he allows himself to sleep, Bilbo's kind face and Thorin's pained eyes fading to black.