Authoress Note: So, I hoped you laughed until your sides hurt at the last chapter. Are you ready for more?

Enjoy!

"Hurry up. I'm cold."

"Oh, you're cold?" Bilbo asks, mocked seriousness.

After the incident in the kitchen Dwalin had ushered them out and into the bathing room; but the grumpy Dwarf only bothered to fill one tub. So while Bilbo sank into the soothing water, Kili stands over by the fire, trying to not freeze in the cold room that has yet to warm up.

"Yes, I am. So hurry up." Kili bites back.

But Bilbo ignores him as he submerges himself into the water, trying to scrub the dried cake mixture out of his hair. He comes back up and grabs the soap, rubbing it hard into his scalp.

"It was fun though." Kili says, now sitting on a nearby chair close to the fire; not caring (or is it thinking) about the muck he's putting on it, due to the mess of clothes he's wearing. Someone else will clean it up later.

"What was?" Bilbo asks, continuing to wash away the flour.

"A failed attempt at a cake." Kili says, tilting his head back to smile at the Hobbit. "But really, Mr. Boggins, I thought you out of everyone should know that it doesn't go on a head."

"It's less than what you deserve." Bilbo mutters, sinking back down into the warmness.

"Less than what I deserve?" Kili hears the softly spoken words and has something to say about it. "I don't think that's fair."

"You started it!" Bilbo accuses.

"No, I didn't!" Kili defends.

"You were the one who dragged me out of bed!"

The room goes silent as Kili just rolls his eyes and sinks deeper into the armchair. There comes a loud knock at the door and Bilbo looks expectantly over to the languid figure, contently sitting; staring into the fire. Kili then waves a hand at the Hobbit, leisurely, "Get that, will you?"

Bilbo stares at the Dwarf, disbelievingly; yet used to the attitude. "Kili!" He exclaims.

The Dwarf then rolls his eyes, again, getting up. On his way past he puts a hand on Bilbos' head and shoves him down into the water, in a quick, known and easy movement. The Halfing comes up spluttering and quickly retaliates by throwing an empty mug at the brunettes' back. Kili attempts to move out of the way, but his effort fails at it hits him straight on lower back. He's about to respond when a much more powerful pound is heard at the door and a shout about "Let me in, it's cold!"

Kili frowns, allowing the fight to drop for a moment as he walks over to the door and yanks it open. Ori pushes in, past the taller dwarf and immediately over to the fire. Kili then glances up at the sky, ignoring his wet hair for the moment. He smiles, seeing at any time the clouds are about to give way for a snowy blessing.

"Don't just stand there with the door open!" Bilbo screeches, ducking away into the bathtub.

Kili looks over to him with a dull expression, but willing closes the door after a moment. The truth being he likes the cold. It has a way of freezing everything around him, and making his fingers go numb; nose turning a slight pink matching cheeks and ears; but the warm feelings inside outweigh everything else... but he can agree it's not a so wonderful experience when one has wet hair.

As Kili walks past Bilbo makes sure there's nothing the Dwarf could do to cause anymore inconveniences as he grabs the other cup that's already filled with water, holding it up to indicate he's doesn't want any trouble.

But Kili isn't even paying him a mind as his eyes are focused on Ori as the older Dwarf begins pulling out two bundles of clothes.

"Dori said you'd both be needing new clothes." Ori explains. "What happened anyway?" He asks, looking up at both of them.

"Bilbo threw flour in my face-"

"Kili attacked me-"

They both try to answer, blaming the other for everything. But what comes out is a jumbled mess of syllables and sounds more like, "BilboKiliattackedmyface."

"Right." Ori answers them, believing non of it. "Well if you need anything more, just get it yourselves." Ori says, warming his hands one more time before braving the harsh temperatures outside.

Kili rolls his eyes at this but smiles at the shorter Dwarf as he leaves the room, unintentionally slamming the door behind him from the wind.

Bilbo decides that he's had enough time soaking; the water turning to lukewarm now; and grabs a towel from the short table standing by the tub. As he stands up and wraps the towel around him, he keeps an eye on Kili making sure he isn't going to try something. But the Dwarf is back to calmly sitting on his armchair, legs hanging off one side, drawing on a piece of paper he'd found.

The room remains silent as Bilbo dresses himself quickly and Kili lazily glances at the tub, yet to find the will to disrobe in the cold room. So he decides to go without and sinks deeper into the seat, finishing up the lines on the paper.

"Aren't you going to get in?" Bilbo questions, as he is done dressing and begins to pat his hair with the towel.

"...Na." Kili replies without looking up.

"'Na'? Kili, it's your uncles birthday and I don't think he would appreciate it, if you were to show up to dinner tonight... looking the way you do." Bilbo finishes politely.

Kili just glares at the Hobbit not only for the reasoning but for the fact it means he will have to clean himself up.

"Fine." He growls.

He removes his clothes quickly in the chilly place and practically hops into the tub, only to give Bilbo a disbelieving look.

"What?" Bilbo inquires when he notices the look; as he was taking no heed of the Dwarf when he was getting a drink of ale.

"It's cold!" Kili complains, about ready to get out.

"Oh, know you don't!" The Halfing says, coming over fast to put a hand on the Dwarf's head pushing him down completely into the water, much like Kili had done to him.

Kili comes up spluttering but retaliation is lost for Bilbo has already opened the door and is about to leave, only to call over his shoulder, "Wash yourself up!" and with that the door slams shut.

Authoress Note: Alrights, one more chapter to go. Please tell me what you think.