The next few days had a terrible tension that loomed, mostly it followed Fili and Kili wherever they ventured. Kili was avoiding Fili and Fili was scuttling away to give Kili his space. If it wasn't so vexing Bilbo would have found it endearing. Eventually it was mutually decided that Thorin would take Kili and Ori to a hotel close to Westminster for a week and he would stay with them while Bilbo and Fili remained home. The distance would do them good.

Before they left Fili gave his wrapped package to Thorin and asked him to give it to Kili when he felt the time was right. Thorin agreed, hugged his ward, kissed his husband and left for London.

The first day was the hardest. Fili acted like a lost puppy, left behind as the family went to god knows where. Bilbo managed to calm him by busying the blond with different tasks but always he would look out the window to see if they were coming back. The second day was easier, mostly because Fili finally passed out from exhaustion from being up for over two days straight. And while he slept Bilbo turned on the tele, searching through the channels before finding the news.

i-another threat had been received by the office of the prime minister by the possible terrorist group calling themselves the ORCs, this Organized Resistance Coupe, stated that they are-/i

Bilbo instantly turned off the television. He already knew about them. The media didn't know the half of it. They, as well as the mass of the populace, believed that ORC was after parliament and the house of lords. No, these people were smarter than that. They were focusing on harassing hard working men that tried to advise those stuffed shirt, fat bastard politicians. Hard working men exactly like Thorin. Luckily Bilbo's husband was smart enough to stay one step ahead of them. It kept Bilbo and Fili safe but now with all this with Kili, Bilbo felt a little uneasy. It was a distraction, unattended, but the results would be the same. He would have to pick up the slack, give Thorin some time to rest.

Picking up the phone he dialed an all too familiar number. It rang and rang before the line was dropped, so he dialed again, and two more times before someone finally picked up. The voice was groggy and a little cranky. "What?"

"I need you to come over tomorrow."

"What happened?"

"An other letter was sent to the prime minister's office. We're having... a bit of a rough time and Thorin is busy. I need your eyes and ears, Nori. I have a bad feeling about this."

The man on the other end groaned while the sound of bed sheets shifted. "As in you need to get home now because something happened feeling or Thorin kissed someone else feeling?"

"As in Fili got into a car wreck feeling."

"Shit." Nori sighed. He knew better than to go against the Bilbo Sense, as he and their friends had dubbed it. It was an uncanny, super mommy sense that none of them could get explained. Bilbo knew exactly when to call Nori if he had too much to drink and would tell him to take a taxi home. Bilbo knew when Thorin was depressed while being miles away. Bilbo iknew/i when Fili got into an accident and ended up in the emergency room with a concussion and broken arm. So when Bilbo said he had a feeling, he listened. "I'll be there tomorrow. I'll see what I can gather today."

Bilbo hung up the phone and ran a hand through his kitten soft hair. "Right... time to drag Fili out of bed before the full day is done."

Ori was hopelessly lost. He had been confident that he could have just gone out to find a cafe to work in and come back to the hotel once he was done with the basic sketches of his book. Now that he had finished at the cafe he had found himself quite at a loss as to where to go. Yes he had the credit card Thorin had provided him, he had a cell phone as well but the cell phone was saying something about minutes and he couldn't figure out how to put on minutes mostly because he's never had a cellphone before. That was Kili's department, he would do research and take photos and send them to Ori's email. Ori knew computers, but mobiles still eluded him. It was strange but so was he. Not many men enjoyed needlework, knitting, crochet, and various other domestic activities, at least, not that he has met.

The predicament Ori was currently in had one saving grace, he had an address written on the inside of his pocket with washable ink. It was an odd thing to do but it made it so he could never lose important information. He managed to find someone that was willing to help him find the address, the couple of girls giggled and commented how cute he was as he hugged his rucksack to his chest and blushed. His pocket folded inside out to show the address looking all the part of a lost child. They had given him good directions in which he quickly took only to end up at the Westminster building.

It was a bit intimidating looking at it. People in business suites shuffled in and out of it like a courthouse in New York centric tv shows.

"Excuse me." He tried to gain a man's attention but he just walked by.

"Pardon me." He tried a woman who only kept her nose up.

He proceeded to say those two sentences over and over again until finally someone took pitty on him and came up to his side. He looked to be either a police officer or just a member of the security staff. Ori didn't know, he wasn't used to this country and he was so close to panicking.

"You lost?" The large man asked folding his arms over his chest, his black beard looking scraggaly against his uniform.

"I-I believe I am, yes." Ori blinked several times taking in deep breaths. "I-I just went out to do some work and I can't remember the way back and I can't remember where I was staying and I don't know how to get a hold of my brother."

"Calm down," the man's voice held authority but was gentle. "First, do you have his phone number?"

"On this wretched phone, yes, but I don't know how to get minutes on it." He said desperately shoving a hand into his pocket and pulling the phone out.

"May I?"

"Yes, please," Ori put the phone in the man's offered hand. "I came here because I was told if I got lost to find Thorin Oakenshield here. H-he works here, I don't know in what department but-"

"Thorin?" The man raised a brow. "He told you to come here."

The redhead nodded, still frantic. "Yes. You can ask him yourself, I'm Ori Wells! He'll know me."

"I believe you lad." The officer smiled going through the phone's contacts finding anyone with the similar last name of Wells in it. He pulled out his own phone and dialed the number. As it rung he said rather quietly, "Dwalin."

"Pardon?"

"My name's Dwalin. You sound... a bit canadian, if you don't mind me saying."

"It's okay, but I'm from America." When Dwalin looked like he might have offended Ori quipped in, "I can probably throw a rock out my window and have it land in Canada though. Accents are bound to mix from being that close together."

"Aye- ah, hello. Do you know an Ori Wells?... No, he's fine, a bit lost is all... Westminster... Aye, I'll have him wait with Mr. Oakenshield." He hung up and smiled at Ori handing him back his phone. "Lets take you to Thorin's office shall we? Someone should be coming along to pick you up shortly."

Ori let out a deep breath, his knees actually buckled a little making Dwalin shoot forward and catch Ori by his shoulders. The redhead gave an embarrassed laugh. "I am so sorry. I didn't think I was that riled up."

Dwalin only nodded, making sure to keep hold of the smaller man until he could stand on his own. The little guy had obviously been much more worried about being lost than he had shown, it was rather admirable. When he took Ori into Westminster he kept the boy calm by getting him to talk and the redhead was a chatty little thing especially about something he was passionate about which ended up with Dwalin seated across from Ori as Thorin worked at his desk not even bothering to ask why both of them were in his office.