Fili slept with Kili pulled over his chest like a blanket. He leaned back in a reclining chair that had been moved beside the bed that Bilbo rested in. He kept Kili clutched close, the bloodied inhaler tightly gripped in one hand. The house fully aired out, anything lamb he threw away much to Oin's displeasure. He wasn't going to risk it. After the allergy triggered an asthma attack Fili was not only on edge he felt like he was straddling a razor blade. They were lucky enough that Bilbo survived Oin pulling the bullet out of his back and that the one that hit Kili's leg went all the way through. He wasn't going to squander his blessings, he was going to protect them with everything he had. So when the door suddenly opened he didn't hesitate to reach back, grab the table lamp on the dresser behind him and throw it with deadly velocity at whoever came running inside. His aim was just off by a little but he managed to catch the intruder on the side of the head as the lamp broke against the door frame.

The intruder raised up their arms to shield them from the shattering porcelain and glass as Fili nearly knocked Kili to the floor as he shot up to his feet. Kili stumbled on his feet, sleep blinking away in his eyes as Fili was already swinging a punch.

"Fili, no!"

The punch already landed, blocked by the upraised arms. The blond paused, his heart hammering in his ears. Those arms moved, wound around him and brought him into a crushing hug. His nose was filled with the familiar smell of his uncle. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, clutching onto Thorin as relief washed over him. He was pushed back, hands on either side of his face, stroking his hair.

"Are you alright?" Thorin asked, looking him over in the dark of the room.

Fili nodded, "Yes. Kili and Bilbo though."

"I'm fine." Kili favored his good leg, red already seeping out of his bullet wound and into the white bandage. "We can't risk moving Bilbo though, he lost a lot of blood."

"God." Thorin went to Bilbo's side, he touched his sleeping husband's face. He felt colder than usual but his chest rose and fell with his breathing. Thorin moved then to grab Kili and sit him in the chair. He looked at the bandage that was slowly darkening some more. "I'll get Oin. Just- Just don't put any pressure on your leg." He quickly left the room running his hands through his hair, mumbling, "Christ."

"Well… I have to say that you've got wonderful reflexes." Kili smiled through a wince when he reclined the chair, putting his foot up.

Fili didn't know how to respond. He shifted and paced before asking, "Do you need your inhaler?"

"No, I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Fili."

"I've got it if you need it."

"Fili." Kili said more sternly. He held out a hand. "Come here."

The brit came over, his hand grabbed and he was pulled closer to the side of the chair where Kili pulled him down for a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'm fine."

"And you're sure?" Fili pressed a kiss to the tip of Kili's head.

"I'm sure. Now go and clean up the broken lamp before someone loses a leg to the shards."

Fili hesitated before he left the room to do as he was told, really, the last thing they needed was their only trustworthy doctor having his foot sliced open.

After Oin took care of Kili's wound, checked on Bilbo, and Fili had cleaned up his mess Thorin found himself sitting in Oin's front room, Bofur, Nori, and Fili with him as Oin, Bilbo, and Kili slept. Dawn was lighting the sky outside and everyone was in need of rest, not just the injured and elderly. Thorin hugged Fili to his side not willing to let go of the boy he raised.

"I thought you were supposed to be at Dori's." Fili's voice was low as to not disturb anyone who was sleeping.

"I called Nori when you fellas were not there." Bofur said, his thumb rubbing against the warm side of his coffee mug. "When he said you got shot at me and Thorin came as soon as we could to the only place we knew to be safe for ya."

"How's Ori?"

"He'll be fine after a while. Dwalin is with him as well as Dori." Thorin spoke up, his low voice more like a rumble of thunder than a whisper.

Fili leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "What are we going to do? Lobelia was hunting for us. If Bilbo hadn't gotten us out of the house would it have been worse?" He rubbed his face, tired. He felt sick at the thought of Lobelia. He wanted to run her through, beat her to death, tear into her flesh and watch her die. Anything to get her blood to coat his hands. Fili clutched his hands together, rubbing them in fidgeting motions as he tried to hold in his anger. He hated her so much. No only did she do those horrible things to Bilbo, she tried to outright kill them all. He was not going to let this be buried. It was not going to be forgotten. He was going to make sure she paid, no matter the costs.

"No, Bilbo was right to take you and Kili away from there." Thorin sighed. "It was only a matter of time before they found the house and the longer you stayed there the more they could plan, instead of a public shooting they would have executed us all, swiftly and efficiently."

"Seriously, why are they even after us? You just push paperwork along in Parliament."

"Not… necessarily."

"And what's that supposed to mean? Nori mentioned you do something else but what the hell do you do that will make a fucking terrorist group target you, us?"

The room filled with silence. The only sound being the ticking of the mantle clock. Thorin looked to Fili as if his gaze alone could tell him everything so he would not have to speak it out loud, as if what he did was such a monumental secret that they would be executed if he uttered one syllable of it.

Fili looked back, the dark lines under his eyes making him look older than he was. The pressure of all that has happened making his shoulders sag.

"There is a group of us." Thorin spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Dori was one of our group. We take certain Lords under our guidance, help them with their conduct. We aid them in making laws, and a few of us have advised the monarchy in-"

"You're the fucking government?"

Thorin closed his eyes. "Not quite. We only help those in power towards the right path."

"Stop sugar coating it. You puppeteer politicians and the royal family." Fili gave a dry laugh. "Fuck… they're after the most powerful people in England and winning?"

"Not necessarily." Thorin stood up. "We recently found the name of the leader of ORC, now we need to place a face to it and everything will fall into place for us."

"And what's the name?"

"Azog."