Hi there! So here we really get in story!
I had not expected it to be that long, but I'm actually quiet happy about it :) But it also came out later than what I've hoped; sorry.
Any ways! Enjoy and please review :)
Bonne lecture!

Only us two

Many years after the dragon chased the dwarfs from Erebor and that Thrain died in the battlefield, Kili and Fili became men and vowed allegiance to their uncle as ten other dwarfs did.

The company was in the forest, preparing to leave their camp. They were all singing and laughing, except the king, whom was checking how much food was left. The dozen men were loud and cheerful.

"Show me! Show me what's under your dress m'lady!" Echoed in harmony from the dark, low voices of the swordsmen.

They were placed in a circle, clapping their hands in rhythm as Kili, whom was in the middle, rotated with a blanket around his hips, pretending it was a dress and swinging it with the loud laughter. Fili approached his younger brother and, with one swift movement, lifted up the blanket. Kili acted as if he was embarrassed and surprised by bringing his hand to his opened mouth with a very exaggerated expression. Another burst of laughter came and the brothers were now both in the middle, arms joined and dancing.

"Oh! M'lady! M'lady! Look what you've done to me!" The song continued.

Thorin couldn't help but smile.

The dwarf brothers were always on-going for parties and song. Even thought the younger one seemed even more disposed to it.

Those two didn't look much alike. Fili had beautiful, long blond hair with a braided beard. Also, he had a piercing blue gaze and was well built.
But Kili inherited from Thorin's side of the family with his dark hair and almost black eyes. He was attracted to the other, what with his beard -which appeared on his late teens- and his svelte body. He didn't have much of dwarf's beauty criteria but in his uncle eyes he had the most beautiful face he had ever seen. It was almost a human face. His jawline perfectly melted with his high cheekbones and his eyes were always filled with joy and deviousness.

When the song was over, Thorin interrupted the singers.

"Fili, you'll take head of the group and bring them over to the river. I'm leaving for town. I'll join you tomorrow. Oh, and..." He stop himself for a second, eyeing Kili who was trying to untie the blanket and wasn't really paying attention. "Kili, you're coming with me" he added.

The named one was surprised. He would have prefer to stay with his brother and the others but nodded his head. He couldn't refuse anyway.

In a matter of minutes, the company had left.

Kili was following Thorin. An awkward silence had installed between them since they've left. The king who was already in a mature age, even thought dwarfs weren't reputed as very mature and intelligent persons, wasn't very talkative. The younger one, whom was getting bored, broke the silence.

"Uncle, where are we going?"

"There's a city half a day walk from here; we need to buy food and I have to meet someone there tomorrow morning." Answered the older one with a dark, calm voice.

"And who's that?"

The teen was surprised, the company usually avoided people and cities. Firstly because they wanted the journey to stay as secret as possible, secondly because dwarfs weren't always welcomed by others since they're loud and shameless.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Kili sighed with this lack of answer.

He looked around, trying to find something to entertain him. "The others must be having fun right now..." He thought, a bit jealous of his brother who was told to lead the group.
Fili would have been a much better company to Thorin. The brown haired dwarf knew that he was still a kid in his uncle's eye, but he wanted him to see him as a strong adult who could protect his king. So he felt embarrassed to be alone with the older one, not wanting to show how childish he could be.

"Why me?" He broke the silence again after seriously pounding if he should or should not ask.

"What do you mean?" Thorin asked back, whom wasn't sure what his nephew wanted to know.

"Why did you choose me to come with you?" He added, "I'm not really useful in those kind of tasks. You could have asked Sir Dwalin or Balin."
His uncle didn't answer straight away.

"You're my nephew, one day you might become king". He finally said.

With that, Kili exploded out in laughter.

"Me? King? Com'on uncle! You perfectly know I'm not made for that. Fili is a lot better fit to this!"

"Exactly." Responded Thorin, turning around to face the smaller one. "You're not trained to be a king but..." He paused his self as he placed his hands on his nephew's shoulders. "If anything happens to me and Fili, you're the only heir to the throne..."

Kili twitched and grabbed Thorin's arm, moving a bit closer.

"Nothing will happen to you or Fili! Neither to me! We'll take back Erebor and you'll be crowned!" He locked his gaze with the older one's. "I promise..." He added with the purest sincerity someone ever expressed.

The king admired those dark eyes looking straight at him with loyalty and youth's passionate energy. He smiled and shoved his hand through the brown locks, removing them from his nephew's face and leaning forward to kiss his forehead. Kili tightened his grip on Thorin's arm as he closed his eyes.

It has been so long since his uncle last kissed him. In some way, he was comforted to feel he was still loved. The archer did not want to show it but he needed his king to show him affection and care, because he has always admired him with all his will, more than anyone else.

When the hot lips parted from his skin, Kili felt a strange mix of feelings racing in his chest. He was satisfied to get a so rare kiss from his uncle but somehow frustrated as if it wasn't enough. He suppressed and ignored the feeling as he did many times before. But for a while, he did not look to Thorin, ashamed he needed so much attention, just like a child.

Both remained silent during two long- very long- hours.

They arrived in town in the end of the afternoon. A lot of people eyed them strangely. Even knowing they are smaller than humans, they were far from being as discreet as hobbits.

"Wow they seem to really love us." Said Kili, who did not care much about the stares.

He was actually used to them. Before joining his uncle he used to work in a town and the way people looked at him did not change from one place to another.

"Yeah, sure, dwarfs have a great reputation." Added Thorin who also knew too well those kind of looks. "Let's go to the tavern to take a room, we'll buy food tomorrow before we leave."

Once they had the key to the room, Kili spoke up.

"Since there is plenty of time left before us, I'd like to visit the town."

"Hm? What for? Do you need something?" Thorin wasn't really sure to let his nephew run around town. Especially because he had a little grin on his lips.

"I'd like to go to the tobacconist's! It has been ages since I last had a smoke." He smiled.

"Just go..." Thorin sighed. "But do not buy this enchanted tobacco, I know what it does!"

But Kili was gone as fast as a draught and of course he did exactly what his uncle told him not to do.

The archer only came back at dinner time, which really had pissed off the king.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked with a threatening voice that Kili knew too well, and when Thorin spoke with that tone, he knew he was in trouble.

"I got lost! I promise!" He tried not to smile like an idiot but the corner of his lips still curled up a little. "I'm sorry."

The older one sighed in desperation and roughly combed his nephew's hair with his fingers.

"You hair's a mess, you should braid them. Oh..." Thorin pulled out a straw from the brown thatch. "Jeez Kili. You're so messy!"

But this only made the younger one laugh.

"Braids don't suit me, thus I'm used to this." He said with a faked pout. "Let's eat! I'm starving!" He added.

They were led to a wooden table shared with many strangers in the pub in order to have dinner. Soon, a band of human men filled the space left between them and the other customers.

"Oh... What do we have here? It's small, ugly and it's stinks. Dwarfs!"

Kili lifted up his head from his plate to look at the guy right next to him. Laughs came from what both dwarfs expected to be the man's friends, standing behind him.

"And who's that fat pig?" He answered with a poisonous voice.

Of course, the man didn't took that with a smile and got up.

"Wha'd'ya say, insect?"

Kili stood up as well, but seeing the guy was actually twice his size he stepped up on the bench. This made everyone laugh, even Thorin, whom was also very amused by how silly Kili could be, but regardless of how silly he was, he never lost the pride from his eyes and always stood for honour.

"I said I could kick your ass in a matter of seconds." He answered angrily.

"I'll show you how to suck a cock, bitch, or maybe ya already know." He said before shooting a gaze to the other dwarf.

"No, I don't; but if you wanna show me." He responded as he brought his hands to his belt in a very significant way.

With that, the guy grabbed the archer by the collar and threw him across the floor under loud screams of encouragement. Thorin didn't look very worried about the fight since he was savouring his beer.

Instantly, Kili got up on his feet and ran at the other- fist firm- as he jumped and punched the guy right in the face, sending him flying into a table that broke under the muscled back. Another cry of surprise came from the crowd, encouraging one or the other. Before the man could come to his feet Kili caught a chair and shoved it at his opponent, who fell unconscious as the wood spread around in the crash.

Joyful and victorious yells filled the place as soon as the bigger man fainted.

This got Kili and Thorin being the centre of attention for the night and until late they drank and sang and danced and laughed. Even the older dwarf joined in the party, even though it wasn't his thing. The younger one was having a hell of a time.

The cheerful mess was over at about two o'clock in the morning. Thorin was moving to the room with Kili who swayed his way behind his uncle.

In front of the room, as the older one was searching in his pocket for the key, the other embraced him from his backside, heavily leaning on him. He laughed and caught his nephews hands that were pressed on his stomach and turned his head to look at the face. They were closed since the young dwarf rested his head on the other's shoulder.

"You're drunk, Kili." He said with slightly red cheeks from the alcohol and a little euphoric smile.

"Yeaah..." He laughed. "Ya too, uncle."

"Just a bit...!" He answered as they entered the room. Kili didn't let go of his uncle and followed him inside.

"Don't lie." The young dwarf laughed once again before letting the other one free, loosing a bit his balance.

Thorin dropped his heavy bag on the ground while glancing at the only bed in the room: A double sized one.

"Oh great. We'll have to share the bed." He noted, annoyed. But Kili was already lying fully dressed on the sheets, almost passing out in a drunken sleep.

"Hey!" Called out the King. "Don't sleep with your shoes and clothes on." But the smaller one didn't move, too lazy to make any effort, so he hit his nephew's head to wake him up.

He let out a groan as he sat up and looked to his uncle with half-opened eyes. But before long, he untied his shoe laces and pulled his boots off. Thorin laughed and tousled Kili's wavy locks. The dark-eyed man smiled at the feeling of the warm hand and caught it when it was going away. He wanted his uncle to continue to stroke his hair non-stop.

Before he could even understand what he was doing, he had brought the hand, brushing it to his face, all the way down to his lips and kissed it with a warm and true kiss.

Thorin was first very surprised but soon he melted into the kiss, somehow appreciating the physical contact he had with his nephew. Before it got too far, this important fact came back rushing in the taller one's mind. It was his nephew that he was kissing and placing on the bed. He rushed back to stand on his feet but Kili instantly fell asleep.

"What the hell..." Whispered Thorin, lying next to Kili and pondering what had just happen.

Next morning, first up was Thorin who rose in same time as the sun. He looked at his nephew next to him who still had alcohol-laden breath.

Kili was still asleep, mouth wide open with a trickle of saliva running down onto the pillow and his brown chocolate hair was tossed everywhere around and on his face. His uncle silenced his laughter due to this amazing first sight in the morning. The young dwarf was always so not majestic even though the same blood ran through their veins.

Thorin quietly removed the locks from the sleepy face and just stayed there, running his eyes on the other's thin lines. He could still see the dwarfling Kili used to be: A small thing with chestnut-brown hair that were a bit lighter than nowadays, great big curious brown eyes and high cheeks covered with a few freckles that had disappeared a long time ago.

Still, he did see the man his nephew had become. He was now almost as tall as Thorin and finally got a light beard. His skin also got a bit darker and his eyes that were once always amazed of everything were now showing off a cheeky and daring gaze.

The king eventually decided to get up and pull some clothes on, than he approached the still soundly sleeping teen and shook him a bit.

"Morning. Come on, get up Kili." But the only answer he got was a loud cranky moan.

Unfortunately, Thorin wasn't someone you could just growl to this way. He gave him a kick, that was more like a push, in the back and his nephew hit the floor with a loud thump. The brutal sound felt perfect to the older one's ear.

"Ugh... My head feels like fuck..." Declared the now awaken dwarf, in a complete hang-over from last night.

"Come on, get ready, it will be better after breakfast. Do you remember anything?" Continued the older one with a calm voice.

"Hm..." Mumbled Kili while standing up and rubbing his back and then scratching roughly his head in each single bit of scalp, making a pure mess with his hair, as if he was helping his brains to surface."Yeah, in the pub, the fight, the drinks, the drinks and the drinks again." Dwarfs were known to be some hell of drinkers, but even the King had to say that the archer had an impressive tolerance for alcohol, and a great love for it too.

Thorin couldn't help but laugh at such graceless attitude from his nephew with his mane of hair now resembling that of a lions, almost hiding his half-opened eyes, and his wrinkled shirt that came loose during the night and was leaving one of his shoulder bare.

"For god's sake, come here you rascal." He ordered, gesturing to the chair placed in front of him.

Kili followed the order, not really able to think nor contest. He felt his uncle's hand running through his brown locks, nicely brushing them with a small comb.

He appreciated a lot this moment of... of what the hell was it? The young dwarf didn't really know how to place a word on the situation. But what appeared the most correct to him was 'complacent'. A bit like when he was a child somehow, but the chocolate haired man slowly closed his eyes, relaxing into the nice strokes, letting his mind fill with feelings and memories.

Beautiful memories that were long gone now, from when he must have been six years old, maybe a bit older, it was too far away to clearly remember.

But still, he could perfectly see the huge castle in the mountain, the inside made of stones all more beautiful than the others. He used to run in the sky-scraping halls, as fast as he could all along the corridor and one day he entered the library. The castle was so big it was the first time the kid discovered the room. Curious, he looked around in the nicely lit place divided in rows of oak shelves filled with old books. The smell of moisture and dust slightly floated around, only giving the place a more mysterious atmosphere.

"And what are youdoing here?" A dark and powerful voice came from behind him, making little Kili jump and quickly turning around.

"Uncle! What is this place?" A sparkle of innocent curiosity shone in the dwarfing eyes.

"Well..." Thorin caught his nephew under the arms to pick him up and walked to a chair, then sat and placed him on his own lap. "It's the castle's library, you can come and read books about almost everything."

"Everything?" He repeated with a glint of excitement. "Read me a story, uncle!"

"Kili..."

"Kili."

"Hey! Kili!"

The young dwarf woke up once again, but this time jumping from his chair, then looking to Thorin with a deep and surprised look. It felt just too real. Every single detail he had remembered, from at least thirteen years ago, as if his heart, soul and body lived the memory a second time.

The feeling of his heart loudly pounding in his chest, the dizziness of getting up too fast and the shock of coming back to reality made Kili loose his balance and almost fall but he caught the hand Thorin had put out to catch him. After that, the young dwarf kept his firm grip on his uncle's wrist and locked his oak-coloured eyes with the piercing blue gaze of his kin.

Incomprehension, shock and apprehension seemed to fight in the youngest dwarf's eyes. Thorin could see it while his own piercing blue eyes showed calm but still a bit of some concern.

After few seconds, Kili let go of the arm and apologize. "I'm sorry, uncle. I just had a really strange dream..."

"Hm? You still a bit comatose from the party. Let's move on, he must be waiting for us."

So, this was Chapter one named Only us two, hope you enjoyed!
Please tell me what you think of it, whatever you like or dislike :)

Chapter update 17/07:
Some grammar mistakes corrected as well as wording mistakes. Thus two lines added in the last paragraph.

Chapter update 23/07:
I've lighten up the paragraphs.

Chapter update 09/08:
Beta by Winterimperfect.