Another Hobbit fic! Yay! I'm a little obsessed with Kili right now... :D This isn't my best work... But I still hope you enjoy it!

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The thirteen dwarves sat around the small fire in an awkward silence, sending careful glances to one another. Bilbo stood behind the two youngest dwarves in the company, Fili and Kili, feeling out of place. It was obvious that the two young dwarves were his closest companions on this journey as he enjoyed their youthful spirits and sense of humour. However, tonight neither of those two personalities was showing.

It was the night after the Troll fight. Things had been tense all day, Thorin not uttering a single word to any of the company. He was angry; anyone with half a brain could see that, now though, they were just waiting for him to burst. The day had been quiet and uneventful, with was a plus in some cases. At least they hadn't been ambushed again. Nevertheless, the silence was putting everyone off.

"Well now laddies, would anyone fancy some tucker?" Bombur spoke up, breaking the hour long silence. He searched through his bag for something to cook as the other dwarves, and the hobbit, quietly answered in the affirmative.

"When do you think he'll burst?" Kili whispered carefully to his big brother, eyes wide.

"I haven't the faintest clue." Fili replied while trying to search his uncle's face for answers.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it?" Kili spoke up trying to hide the small tremor in his voice.

"I'm afraid so." Fili frowned, patting his brother on the leg, "Worry not Brother, when he breaks, he breaks. Until then, forget it. His wrath can't be too terrible, it isn't like we did anything irresponsible."

"I guess you're right, Fili." Kili signed lightly, "I just don't know how we could have over looked a troll stealing two ponies."

"Neither do I Brother, neither do I."

"Some rabbit to satisfy your hunger laddies?" Bombur asked cheerfully, offering Fili some food.

"Greatly appreciated, Bombur." Fili smiled and took the food graciously.

"Worry not young Kili, I'll be back with yours in a minute." The large Dwarf waddled off to grab some more meat and soon returned, offering the food to the youngest member. Before Kili could accept the dish however, a loud voice boomed above the small murmurings amongst the Dwarves.

"No diner for him." Thorin barked, the first words he had spoken in nearly a day.

The company was shocked silent, eyes flicking between their leader and his youngest nephew.

"I beg your pardon?" Kili asked, confused as to why he was not allowed to accept the food he so hungrily craved.

"Must I repeat myself?" Thorin growled, "No diner for you."

Thorin eyed Kili for a moment more before settling his gaze on Bombur. Bombur cowered slightly before giving the food to Bilbo who accepted it hesitantly.

"Sorry." Bombur whispered quietly when his back was to Thorin. Kili gave him a small smile acknowledging that it was not him at fault.

Thorin retreated back into his stony silence, eating his share of rabbit before demanding seconds. There was only one serving left after everyone had their firsts, what was supposed to be Kili's serving.

"Are you sure you would like this serving Thorin?" Bombur asked softly, hoping the King under the Mountain would allow the youngest dwarf some supplement.

"Yes, I am." Thorin grumbled before downing his second serving.

Kili watched on as everyone ate. He stomach was actually hurting he was so hungry. He didn't get to eat last night as his and Fili's bowls were spilt during the battle and through the day they didn't have long enough breaks to eat anything too large. Along with being starving he was extremely tired. Night watch was the worst duty there was. It was long, it was boring and you never got any sleep. Kili was deeply looking forward to resting this night. He wouldn't have another night duty for at least two nights.

His shoulders slumped slightly, down trodden by his uncle's behaviour.

"Are you alright?" Fili asked lightly, looking down at his brother sadly.

"I am fine. Worry not. Look on the bright side; at least he's starting to crack. Soon enough he will break, we will suffer for a little then everything will be good again." Kili did his best to stay positive.

"I know. I'm confused though. Why was I allowed to eat?" Fili scrunched up his face in confusion.

"I... I don't know." Kili signed, he hadn't thought about that. "Maybe you won't be allowed come morrow?"

"Ah, right you may be Brother." Fili looked to his brother, "Would you like me to save some of mine? I can sneak it to you later."

"No need. I would hate for you to get caught, it would just further infuriate Uncle. I'll survive." Kili smiled at his brother's offer, touched his brother cared for him so much.

"I'll be keeping my eye on you." Fili smirked.

"When don't you?" Kili countered before the two fell into a comfortable silence.

When everyone had finished eating, cleaning and setting up for the night, Thorin spoke up.

"Ori you'll be on night shift tonight."

Ori signed lightly, he knew it'd be him tonight. "Will Nori be accompanying me?" He asked, his usual night shift partner looking to Thorin for the verdict.

"No. Nori you may rest tonight." Thorin nodded to Nori who smiled lightly.

"I'll be on my own?" Ori asked, slightly frightened, night shift was always done in pairs.

"Kili will accompany you." Thorin finalized.

"What?" Kili whispered under his breath, eyebrows frowning.

"Uncle, Kili and I did it last night. He needs rest." Fili spoke up, worried for his brother.

"Are you questioning my authority?" Thorin boomed at his eldest nephew.

"Fili don't worry about it. I'll be fine." Kili mumbled to his brother, trying to prevent the fight.

"No you won't!" Fili yelled, "You're going to let him go un-rested and unfed for two nights? How do you expect him to battle in such form?"

"If he can't handle it, he can go home." Thorin raised his chin, all other 13 members shocked.

"What is bringing this on?" Fili yelled, "What has he done to deserve such unfair treatment?"

"He has yet to prove himself of being a warrior. He deserves everything he gets." Thorin growled out, eliciting gasps from multiple Dwarves.

"Uncle." Kili gasped, hurt. "I have stood by your side this journey through thick and thin! If I am not a warrior, what am I?"

"A child." Thorin spat, "A young, irresponsible, good-for-nothing Dwarfling."

"Uncle!" Fili growled, shocked, "What has he done to receive this side of you?"

"Last night, this nuisance put the whole company in danger with his useless, childish behaviour. Such things aren't easily forgiven or forgotten."

"Uncle, I did nothing to receive that result last night. How the Troll's got to the ponies is unknown to both Fili and I. I have feeling that they had possibly been taken before diner or had strayed out of their confinements somehow."

"See boy, I could believe such stories if they came from a greater man, not a lying child. Disappointment can't even begin to describe my feeling toward you."

"Now, now Thorin," Balin tried to came the angry Dwarf but was interrupted by Kili's hurt reply.

"If you feel so little for me, why'd you bring me on this journey?"

"To see if I could make a warrior of you yet. I'm afraid I was deeply mistaken. Instead, my poor misjudgement has put this company in grave danger and left me with a brat on my hands." Thorin yelled.

"You know what?!" Kili burst, standing up and striding over to his uncle, "I care not for what you think anymore! You are blinded! I have proven myself to every other Dwarf here as well as Bilbo and Gandalf! That sir, is enough for me!"

"You'll never be enough." Thorin screamed before smacking his fist harshly into his young nephew's face, forcing a pained yelp of surprise to slip past his lips. Kili fell to the floor and held his cheek which was slowly bleeding. He looked up to Thorin as he loomed over him.

"THORIN!" Balin yelled horrified at what he had just witnessed. Their leader, their King, has just hit his youngest nephew in anger. "You should have left that boy untouched!"

"He deserved it. Punishment is punishment. He was speaking out of turn." Thorin felt no guilt as he stared down at Kili.

"You do not hit your kin! Whatsoever! Definitely not ones so young! You could gravely injure him!"

"You do not speak out of turn to me either!" Thorin yelled at Balin, "Your years upon mine matters not here. I am the King as well as the leader of this company. What I say goes. Any of you speak out of turn to me again and you will see to my fist." Thorin threatened them all.

Dwalin silently made his way to Fili, knowing the boy was about to intervene. He grabbed the boy around the waist and covered his mouth with his other hand. "Do not intervene, Fili. It won't do you, nor your brother, any good." He softly removed his hand from the boys' mouth.

"But he hit him. Hit him! He's going to keep hurting him!" Fili whispered, distressed.

"This is not your fight."

"So you're going to leave him helpless? He's only young!" Fili struggled lightly.

"Aye, we would never do such a thing to one so young. We have called for Gandalf to return. Hopefully he will heed our calls."

Fili nodded slightly, tears in his eyes. He knew Dwalin was right but it was so painful to see his brother hurt.

"You disgust me." Thorin spat at the youngest Dwarf, turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

Kili stood up from the ground, eyeing his Uncle with a hard gaze. "And to think, I worshiped you like a father. To think I believed that you could fill his place." Kili spat back.

Thorin grabbed the boy tightly by his hair, dragging him in close. "How lucky I am not to be your father. You being my kin is disgraceful enough to my name. How I pity your father. He died for you and to think this is how you turned out. If I could rid you of my name, trust me, I would."

Thorin once again connected his fist with his nephew's face; however he did not release his hair, forcing the boy to remain upright.

"So what?" Kili mumbled, defeated, "You're just going to beat me? Somehow beat everything you loathe out of my being?"

"I may as well try. Alas I am inevitably your kin, and in respect to my name, I'll give you a fighting chance." Thorin snarled.

"You aren't giving me a chance. I cannot beat you. At present I am weakened whilst you are not. I stand no chance, thus you are preying on a defenceless victim." Kili shook his head. He had never imagined his Uncle could be as such.

Oin, appalled by the event he is witnessing , summed up the courage to speak out, "The young lad is right, Thorin. With no disgrace to your honour, Kili, Thorin you will be able to pummel the boy without obtaining a scratch. This is neither fair nor orderly. Let's forgo this argument and leave it behind us."

"If Kili believes he is such a warrior, he shouldn't be frightened to fight me." Thoring left it at that as he punched Kili in the jaw again, and again, and again, all the while keeping his grip in the dark locks, preventing escape and any reasonable attack.

Kili moaned in pain, raising his arms in an attempt to defend himself. He wished he had his weapons on him like Thorin did. Now he was even at more disadvantage.

Thorin just punched through the arm's shielding his face, taking sick pleasure in hearing a gruesome crack.

Kili screamed out in pain as his left wrist gave way to one of Thorin's powerful punches. The pain radiating from the broken bone was excruciating and Kili began to feel nauseous.

"Ow... Stop... Please?" Kili whined in agony as Thorin punched him one last time before releasing his hair. Kili dropped like a sack of bricks, yelping when he hit the rough ground.

The other dwarves and Bilbo watched on in anxious silence. They were disgusted at what they saw but new better than to intervene. Thorin was a great warrior, the best, and each knew that he could take them all out if need be. Their only hope was to wait for Galdalf. Fili struggled in Dwalin's grasp, crying freely as his brother was beaten to the ground by his own Uncle.

Kili thought it was over. His face hurt like never before and his arm was in pure agony. What had he done to deserve such harsh treatment and words? It truly wasn't his or his brothers fault that the ponies were taken! Kili groaned in pain again trying to curl into himself.

Thorin watched as his youngest nephew struggled with the pain, squirming on the ground. Letting out a bitter laugh at his weakness, he sent a powerful kick to his midsection eliciting a pained gasp. He repeated this action multiple times, aiming for his torso, back and legs. Kili let out cries of pain and defeat. He couldn't even defend himself! This was unfair!

"Stop, please... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Kili cried, tears pouring down his bloodied cheeks.

Thorin halted in his actions, using his foot to roll Kili onto his back. Unsheathing his dagger, he straddled the little Dwarves' chest, letting his weight pin him down. The rest of the company gasped in horror at the sight of the dagger. Thorin wouldn't kill his own kin would he? Over something so trivial? Kili let out a whimper at the site of the dagger.

"What did you say Kili?" Thorin leered.

"I'm sorry! I-I..." Kili breathed heavily, voice laced with pain and tears.

"Oh, I know you are," Thorin stroked the boys' cheek with the flat side of the knife, "But what for?"

"Everything!" Kili cried, "I'm sorry I'm not good enough! I'm sorry I'm a disgrace! I'm s-sorry that somehow I manage to screw e-everything up! I-I'm s-sorry that y-you can't l-l-love m-me."

"Oh little one, it is not that I can't love you," Thorin grabbed the boys' broken wrist, examining the swollen and bruised flesh while Kili whimpered in pain, "It's just that you're not worth it."

Kili let out a broken cry as Thorin backhanded him unexpectedly.

"Please Uncle!" Kili cried out in desperation, "I said I am sorry! Have mercy!"

"Do not call me Uncle!" He hit the Dwarfling again, "You aren't allowed to call me that anymore. It is King or Master Thorin to you!"

"Please M-M... Master T-Thorin, I beg of you, please stop. P-Please..." Kili couldn't handle this physical and emotional pain, it was just too much.

"Why should I show mercy to scum like you?" Thorin roared twisting Kili's broken wrist sharply.

Kili screamed long and hard, fresh tears mixing with old ones, "B-B-Because... ahh... I-It h-h-hurts... I'm s-sorry!"

Thorin signed, "Oh young Kili, sadly I think it is too late for that."

The other dwarves' eyes widened... was he implying to kill the young Dwarfling?

"Please d-don't! I-I'll do w-whatever you w-wish. Promise. H-h-hurt me as much as y-you want, u-use me however you'd l-like, but p-please... I-I... Father, I cannot die at your hands."

Fili gasped as he heard the last sentence. Had Kili just called Thorin, father?

Kili, delirious with pain, hardly had any knowledge of what was slipping out of his bleeding lips. He just wanted the pain to stop. He didn't want to die. He definitely didn't want to be murdered by the man he had grown up worshiping.

"Father..." Thorin whispered under his breath, eye's lightening for the briefest second before anger took over again.

"You-you!" Thorin could form a coherent sentence, instead he swiped the blade across Kili's left shoulder, listening as the boy beneath him could only muster a small whimper. He raised his dagger above his head readying for the final blow.

"NO!" Fili screamed out, fear-stricken.

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