Erebor

Chapter 1

Kili POV

As the fire burned brightly in the deep darkness of the forest, I looked at my uncle, Thorin. He caught my eye from across the camp and smiled. I waved back at him, chuckling slightly. Uncle Thorin; though he was very composed and a little reserved, I still knew the "motherly" side of him. You know, the one that came out when Fíli and I are hurt, upset or even the least bit scared, he would come over and sit beside us, always comforting.

Suddenly, I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. As I looked around wildly, I noticed it was my brother, Fíli. He stared back at me, grinning ear to ear. That's Fili for you, constantly joking.

"What'cha Thinkin' about?" He asked, still smiling.

"Just… remembering." I replied, looking down.

"Remembering what?" Fíli questioned, skepticism creeping into his voice.

"When we were children, and you used to carry me around on your back and throw your arms out, telling me you would someday be the first ever flying dwarf." I laughed, pushing my brother in the shoulder.

"I remember doing that, and you would laugh your little head off the whole time." Fíli chuckled heartily, draping an arm around my shoulders.

We were both pulled into the memories at the same time…

Fíli dashing through the Blue Mountain town, his arms spread out to the sides like wings, claiming loudly that he would one day fly high above the mountains and reclaim Erebor, of course taking "his AMAZING brother" along as his sidekick.

When they were younger- and sometimes to this day- jumping on their uncle and exclaiming "Uncle Thwowin" in a manner never thought fit for the Royal Line of Durin. He would catch them both and carry them back inside to their mother.

When they began training, their uncle was equally impressed with their skills and soon invited to join him on The Quest for Erobor. The way both brothers cheered, whooped and jumped around as if they'd been appointed king already.

Just earlier this very morning, Fíli trying desperately to wake him up and not really succeeding in that quest. Thorin eventually had to step in, exclaiming "FÍLI!" as loud as he could, causing Kíli to jump and look around wildly, worried about his brother above all else.

"Dinner is served!" Bofur yelled cheerily, clapping both Fíli and I on the shoulders, his hat shifted from a long nights work. We immediately jumped up, scurrying over to get our food before Bombur gobbled it all up.

"Fíli," I inquired. He glanced at me, motioning for me to speak. "Do you think Thorin approves of me?"

I could see his mouth open to make a joke, but then, seeing the expression on my face, he thought otherwise. "Well, I couldn't see why he wouldn't, Kíli. You're a great warrior, a loyal nephew, and most importantly, a great brother." Suddenly, Fíli enveloped me in a hug so tight I thought I would snap in half.

"Thanks Fíli, you are too," I said into his shoulder, "The greatest."

AN:

Thank you for reading, adventure and more Fili/Kili/Thorin awesomeness to come later! For now, I hope you enjoyed my non-brother romance story and PLEASE R&R!

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