On this episode of "Kili and Tauriel like to make my chest explode" you get some lovely Kiliel time, a beautiful argument, and brotherly love.

Enjoy :)

Striding through the wide gates, Kili reluctantly let go of Tauriel's hand as Bard's daughters threw themselves at the elf. It was easy to see the weariness in her features. She'd been quiet and still on Talagor during the short ride back to the mountain and Kili silently wondered how hard she had fought in those precious minutes that she'd been alone. However, although her smile was tired, Tauriel's eyes were bright as she tiredly hugged the girls back. Sigrid was telling her off, although happy tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but Kili wasn't listening to her exact words.

Just a little ways away inside the hall, Thorin, Bilbo, and a few other dwarves who heard the commotion were waiting. Bilbo and Oin went to Tauriel, who was now talking kindly with Bard, but the others approached the brothers.

"Wargs." Fili answered their un-asked question. "They had no riders."

"Blasted devils," Dwalin muttered heatedly. "What are they doing coming so close to us in daylight?"

Kili said nothing. He still wasn't on good terms with the older dwarf.

"She killed them all?" Thorin asked, looking over Kili's shoulder. He could hear Tauriel talking softly behind them, answering anxious questions from Bilbo. "How many?"

"There were six bodies," Fili said, when nothing came from his brother. "One got pretty close."

"Six wargs," Thorin repeated heatedly under his breath. "Bard's daughters are lucky to be alive; lucky the she-elf thought quickly."

"All four of them are lucky," Kili muttered, looking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the flaming hair. He felt anxious, too nervous. Obviously he was beyond relieved that Tauriel was unharmed, but the reality of Azog's plan was hitting him full force. His hands shook slightly and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he swallowed his rattling nerves. "It was too close."

"Hey," Fili said quietly, grabbing his forearm. "She's alright. Not a single scratch on her. You need to calm down."

"Listen to your brother, Kili." Thorin's voice was deep as he watched Tauriel over his nephew's shoulder. "She-elf!"

Tauriel stopped talking to Bilbo midsentence and turned to face the group of dwarves. Her smile faltered when she caught sight of their grave stares. Slightly pushing the girls to their father, she smooth down her skirts before approaching them. Kili noticed the smear of blood was still on her cheek.

"My Lord," she nodded politely to Thorin. She stood close to Kili, allowing him to wrap an arm around her waist as she spoke. Although he only came to her shoulder, Tauriel leaned into his hold, giving away her exhaustion once again.

"You are unharmed?"

"Yes," Tauriel replied. "They did not touch me."

"That was brave of you," he continued, glancing to Bard holding the girls while he spoke with Bilbo and Oin. "Not too many can face a pack on their own and even fewer would do it voluntarily."

"It was the right thing to do," she said shorty. "Common humaneness does not need to be applauded."

Kili, who'd been prepared to respond to whatever cruel comments his kin would throw out, was pleasantly surprised. Dwalin said nothing and Thorin only nodded at her statement.

"Very well. Go rest. The stress of fighting is not good for those expecting."

Tauriel cocked her head, the corners of her lips tugging upwards. "No, it's not."

Kili was quiet while she said bid farewell to everyone, joking with Fili and kissing the girls cheeks. He didn't say a word while Bilbo scolded her on her recklessness or Oin directed her to not strain herself for the rest of the day; many days if she could manage it, but Kili even knew that was a long shot.

It wasn't until the door to Kili's chambers shut behind them and Tauriel sat on the bed, sighing and splaying a hand on her stomach that he finally spoke.

"Come here," he said softly, standing in front of her. With the sleeve of his coat, he wiped at the drying blood on her cheek. She smiled, leaning into his touch as she had when he held her, breathing slowly and closing her eyes.

"You're mad," she whispered, "but I'm not apologizing."

"I'm not mad at you." When the blood was gone, he shrugged out of the coat, leaving himself in a tunic. Throwing it across the room, he went to kneel on the bed next to her. Tauriel opened her eyes and watched him carefully. "I'm mad at what happened."

"You shouldn't doubt me." Tauriel brought a piece of hair to her front, stringing it between her fingertips as Kili watched. "Dark events are taking place. We do not have the luxury of living in complete safety. I'm more than capable of defending myself."

"I know that." Kili gently took the hair from her, making small braid while he spoke. "I just wish you didn't have to."

"Well, after today I doubt you or your brother will let me go anywhere alone," she grumbled. Kili smirked, his fingers still quickly braiding. "So, I'm sure my defending days are over for a while."

"Nah," Kili chuckled. "You'll find some trouble to keep yourself busy. You always do."

"You talk as if I ask for trouble. I don't go looking for it."

"You sat with a prisoner for hours talking about stars and fire moons, tracked a group of prisoners knowing your king wouldn't be pleased, then chose to remain in a town destined to be filled with dragon fire just to heal a dwarf."

"Are you telling me you're trouble?" Tauriel smirked.

"You're asking me that while you are unmarried and pregnant with my child." Kili continued braiding and looked up at her with a wink. "Winter starlight, you know I'm trouble." He paused and dug around in his pocket for a moment. "It's a miracle you've stayed with me this long."

"Oh, Melamin," she laughed. "I may not ask for trouble, but I found it the day that spider tried to drag you away. I think I may be stuck with it now."

"Good." Kili withdrew his hand from his pocket, grasping several intricately carved beads. He began to braid them into the small strand of hair. "I had this all planned out, you know. It was going to be really romantic, but the wargs ruined it."

"Ruined what?" Tauriel looked between his hands, weaving the beads in quickly, and his crooked smile. "What did you plan?"

"I was going to wait until after you had some practice with your bow," he continued. "Then I had this whole speech and we would still be out when the stars came out. You would have liked it."

Her smile faltered. "Liked what?"

"My courting proposal of course. These are courting beads I'm putting in."

Tauriel's pulse pounded loudly in her ears as the breath caught in her throat. Courting beads? It was a practical idea but one she never imagined could happen to her. She might have been having his child, but Tauriel thought customs and traditions didn't apply to the relationship they had.

Kili smiled at her reddening cheeks. "Figured we might as well get married before our son gets here. Don't want to send the wrong message."

"You-you want to get married?" Tauriel asked softly,

Kili paused, finally looking at her in the eye. "I told you I did. Did you think I was joking? I like to tease, love, but that's a bit extreme, even for me."

"I didn't think we actually could!" she gasped. "Can we?"

He smiled, stringing in the last bead, before answering. "Of course we can. Fili has enough of a title he can do it if no one else will. I told you Tauriel, I'll follow you anywhere."

"Kili, I'd like nothing more than to be your wife."

"Good," he shrugged, "because the beads are already in your hair. You can't really say no."

Without hesitating, Tauriel leaned forward, grasping the sides of his face as she molded her lips to his. Kili laughed against her mouth, breathing in her warm scent. He raised himself high on his knees without breaking their kiss, leaning against her until Tauriel laid out on the bed before him.

"You know my feet hang off the edge," she giggled as his mouth trailed from the corner of her mouth to her jaw.

"I'll make us a new one," he said, moving to the smooth skin of her neck. He nosed a long strand of red hair away from her shoulder, pressing kisses there as well. His hand moved down her sides, kneading and grasping until they came to her stomach. He pulled away then, holding himself up on his elbows as he gazed at her midsection. The dress balled in his fists strained against her stomach, exposing the small bump.

"This is the first time we've been alone for weeks," he mumbled. Looking up, he caught her smiling at him. "Can I see it?"

Tauriel didn't argue. In no time at all, the dress was tossed aside and forgotten. Kili straddled her thighs, running his hands across the exposed skin of her stomach and tracing the bump. Now that it wasn't hidden beneath layers of fabric, it seemed more prominent; more real.

"My dress coming off when we're alone is becoming a habit," Tauriel said softly. Kili chuckled, leaning down, pressing his lips to the rounded skin. His stubble scratched her, but Tauriel didn't mind. In fact, she thought it was nice feeling. "I'm not sure how appropriate that is."

"You were attacked by wargs, winter starlight. Let me worship your alive body a little longer." Kili pressed light kisses from her stomach to the edge of her breast bindings. Then he leaned forward to rub his nose against hers. "Besides, we're getting married and this is the first time I've seen our son. I think it's very appropriate."

"Of course you do." She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair as he put his chin on her chest, keeping his weight off her stomach by leaning on his elbows. The courting beds hung from her hair and were cool against her skin. "Do the beads mean we're promised to each other?"

He nodded. "Aye. You're officially stuck with me."

"Drat. I suppose we have a wedding to plan now."

"I suppose so." Kili leaned into her touch, pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm. "I bet my uncle will be our most excited guest."

Tauriel laughed and rolled her eyes, an act that was becoming quite frequent the longer she stayed with the dwarves. "Oh Valar. That'll be an issue, won't it?"

"Don't worry about it now, love." Kili pulled away from her and flopped on the bed beside her. Tauriel turned to face him, burying herself into the furs and pillows. "Oin will be after my head if I don't let you rest."

As if she was confirming his statement, Tauriel yawned and arched her back, wincing at the soreness. "You know, I've never slept this much in my life."

"I believe you." Kili grabbed one of the heavy furs, dragging it over her half-clothed body as he spoke. "I would also like to point out you're falling asleep in my bed. Weren't you against that?"

"I'm against the acts that tend to occur in a bed when it's shared," she mumbled into the pillow, her eyes already fluttering closed. "Besides, I'm too tired to walk down the hallway."

Kili grinned, settling himself beside her on top of the furs. With it being the middle of the day, he was nowhere near being tired, but Tauriel had been exhausted since her run in with the wargs. He leaned against the headboard, slinging arm over her head and she scooted closer to him.

"I guess it doesn't matter now," she said softly against his tunic. "Since we're getting married."

"We'll wait," Kili assured her, pressing his lips to her hair. "We'll wait for our wedding night, no matter how many nights you spend in my bed between now and then."

Tauriel didn't say anything, but Kili felt her sleepy smile.

"I don't care if you're King of the entirety of Middle Earth! You cannot tell me what to do!"

Kili wandered into the mead hall, following the sounds of shouts and raised voices. Entering the wide archway, he was greeted with a humorous sight. Thorin and Bard were nowhere to be seen, but Bilbo and the rest of the dwarves sat at one of the long tables. Tilda accompanied them, speaking excitedly with Nori and Ori.

However, the shouts were coming from different source. Sigrid stood, with her fists placed firmly on her waist. Her face was flushed and strands of hair were coming loose from her braid. Narrowed, dangerous eyes were aimed at his brother, who stood a few feet in front of her with his hands clenched at his sides.

Fili replied heatedly to Sigrid's outburst and Kili slid on the bench next to Bilbo, watching the fight from the corner of his eyes with the others.

"Ah, hello Kili," Bilbo said quietly. "How's Tauriel?"

"She's sleeping," Kili answered absentmindedly as Sigrid took a dangerous step towards his brother. "What's going on here?"

"Well, Bard and Thorin decided defense tactics needed to be discussed," Bilbo explained. "I think the warg attack set them on edge. Anyway, he left the girls here and I believe Sigrid made a comment about protecting her family, which Fili replied wouldn't be necessary. That then led to-."

"Am I expected to sit around and let the men do the saving, then?" Sigrid practically screamed. Kili was impressed. Fili didn't even flinch. "Because I'm a woman, I'm not allowed to protect those I care about?"

"Yes!" Fili growled, to which Sigrid's mouth dropped angrily. "I'm so glad you understand!"

"I see," Kili whispered. "Well, I'm just going to-."

Before he could raise himself from his seat and return to his room with a sleeping elf, Sigrid raised a hand and jabbed finger his direction.

"Kili didn't yell at Tauriel and she defended me and my sister while pregnant!"

"Um, I don't want to be apart-."

"That's different!" Fili shot a look to his brother as he spoke. "Tauriel is capable of defending herself. You, on the other hand, are not. You'd just get yourself hurt if you tried anything. People would be worried about you and unable to fight properly."

Kili froze, unsure if he was allowed to leave or not, watching the heated exchange between the two. It'd been a long time since he'd seen Fili lose his temper so easily and he was a little in awe at Sigrid's determination. Not to mention her bravery at practically shouting in the Prince of Erebor's face.

"Then teach me!" Sigrid angrily wiped tendrils of hair from in front of her face. "I don't want to be useless! I don't want to be a liability! Help me fight!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" She stalked past Fili, heatedly reaching out and grasping Tilda's forearm. "C'mon, Tilda. Let's find Da." The hall was quiet except for their departing steps and no one, not even Fili, missed the glare she shot to him over her shoulder as they departed.

No one spoke for what felt like several minutes. Fili finally stopped glaring at where the sisters disappeared and turned to face the table, his brow knitted in confusion. "I'm not exactly sure what just happened."

Kili moved from the table, coming to stand with his brother. "I think you agreed to give her fighting lessons." Fili made a noise like a growl, angrily running hand through his hair as he stalked away from the group. Kili quickly caught up with him, keeping along with his heated walk. "Is that a bad thing?"

"If I teach her to fight, she'll want to fight."

"I don't want Tauriel fighting, not while she's with child," Kili confessed. "But when the baby's born, you and she are the only ones I'd want watching my back during a good battle. Sigrid could become a pretty good warrior. She definitely has the temper for it."

"It's not that I don't think she can," Fili groaned as they rounded a hallway. He was headed for the training hall. "I don't want her to. She doesn't need to be fighting."

"Sigrid obviously thinks differently."

"I think today really bothered her." Fili glanced at his brother as he spoke. "That's what brought all of this on."

Kili snorted. "She was nearly attacked by wargs. I'd be concerned if she wasn't bothered by that."

"Not that," his brother argued, shaking his head. "She didn't like Tauriel seeing her as helpless, sending her off with a child. I think she felt guilty."

"You could try talking with her," Kili suggested. "You know, asking if she's alright instead of yelling at her."

Entering the separate hall, Fili said nothing as he grabbed a pair of swords from a long rack. He pitched one to his brother, who caught it with ease and tossed the weapon between his hands. Kili, who was only wearing a tunic on top, waited as his brother shrugged out of his coat.

"I'm taking it you're done with talking about woman?" Kili laughed as Fili twirled the sword.

"For a lifetime."

"You know, I was planning on going back to-."

"Think about the wargs," Fili interrupted him, watching Kili's smile falter. "That one got pretty close to your she-elf, didn't it? She had to slice it open with an arrow. Too bad you weren't there to do anything about it."

Fili laughed, raising his sword to defend the heavy blow of Kili's weapon.

Gosh. Fili and Kili are just the cutest things ever. Poor Sigrid. All she wants to do is kick some booty like her elf bff.