A/N: Hello everyone! New story for you all. So before I say anything else about this

**DISCLAIMER!**

**This story has the theme of One's in it. For those who don't know what that is its a dwarfs soul mate, their other half. In this case the story is Fili/Kili HOWEVER there is no explicit content in this. All it is is a bit of kissing but mainly cuddles, you'll see why soon enough if you decide to read it.

If you don't like the Fili/Kili sort of thing this is not for you! This is the only warning I'll be giving in regards to this so please if any reference to Durincest AT ALL makes you uncomfortable then this is not for you.**

Moving on from that once again rather than focusing on Uni work (am in my last week thank GOD!) I thought I'd share with you another story I finished writing last month whilst trying to continue on with In Our Time Apart at some point. I'm excited to see what you all think of this, I know I broke a few hearts last time with Broken Beyond Repair, again my sincerest apologies, so I thought I'd try something that's a little kinder on the soul this time around before I get back to hurting my golden lion as many ways as I can :)

Its my first time writing a Fiki fic! There won't be smut though... sorry guys.

Enjoy!

As much as it breaks my heart I do not own the writings or the characters of The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings, they are the wonderful and exclusive workings of J.R.R Tolkien

"Run Kíli!"

"Come on Fee!"

"I'm right behind you just keep running! Don't look at me! Keep going we need to warn Uncle!"

Kíli whipped his head around and focused on the ground in front of him as his chest heaved painfully from the adrenaline and fear. Seasons in Middle Earth occasionally appeared to have minds of their own and this year winter was no different. Snow had blown in from the East early and took Ered Luin by surprise meaning many homes lacked enough meat to get them through the coming months., and after watching the Dwarves in the town fret over harvesting as many vegetables and herbs as they could before the frosts did their damage he and Fíli had approached their Uncle and informed him they would take the pressure off the others by heading out to gather as much game as they could to be distributed amongst the villagers.

After crushing both boys in a hug and telling them how proud he was of their selflessness Thorin informed them to pack their bags as all three of them would head out at first light, and they soon became four when Dwalin caught wind of their plans. Overnight the snow had hit with a wild fury, the cold powder coming up to their ankles when they left the next morning only strengthened their resolve; hunt what they could before the herds migrated further North and the town was forced to ration what they had.

For four days they left early in the morning only to return well after sundown with their ponies laden with their kills. Unfortunately due to the heavy snow which had blanketed the town and forest, and the frosts which had frozen the lake and several wells, the game that was so plentiful in summer became fewer as they went on.

Thorin had decided that today would be the last day for them to go out; they had returned the night before with only a stag and a handful of rabbits and decided fruitless searching was not worth anyone falling ill over, especially as winter could be a heartless beast when she wished it and Thorin did not want to risk any of them to illness or worse. So whilst neither he nor Fíli had held much hope for a successful hunt that day the last thing they expected to stumble upon was an orc patrol camped in the forest on the outskirts of town. The camp itself was no small thing, and the sprawling supplies suggested there were more than the ten Orcs that they had fallen upon.

Luck was on their side that day, taking the Orcs by surprise had given them enough of an advantage to kill half of the vile creatures before the others fought back. But no matter how hard Fíli and Kíli fought to eliminate their foes quickly they were unable to stop the screeches that were let loose and they both knew that it was only a matter of time before the rest of the patrol turned up. The moment Fíli pulled his blade from the last Orc's ribcage Kíli swept his brother into his arms and pressed a frantic kiss to his lips, briefly allowing his hands to roam his One's torso in search of injury. Before Fíli could even protest that he was fine a howl nearby had them pulling apart and they were off, sprinting towards the area of the forest they knew Thorin and Dwalin would be.

Another howl followed by shrieks tore through the frozen air off to their right, Kíli's head snapping in the direction as though he expected a Warg and its rider to leap out of the bush at any second. The blood was pumping in his ears drowning everything out and his breath swirled like a mist in front of his eyes so not only did he miss his brother yell at him, he also missed the slope in front of him and tumbled down after tripping on a tree root.

Kíli let out a yelp as he felt his body jolt forwards, his arms shooting up to block his face as he tumbled down the small slope painfully and the only thought that crossed his mind was that he hoped his bow wouldn't snap, the bow his One had made him as his first courting gift. As quickly as his rolling had started it was over and Kíli found his cheek pressed against something slick and cold. He shook his head in an attempt to clear the black spots from his eyes and only when the blood roaring noisily in his ears faded somewhat did he hear his brother talking to him urgently.

"…stay where you are Kee ok? Just look at me, look at me… there you go." Fíli coaxed quietly.

"Fee?" Kíli asked in confusion at his brothers' tone. He raised his head to look at his One and found Fíli crouching nearby with a serious expression on his face. Kíli placed his hands down in order to push himself up and it was the biting cold on his palms that made him look down, and it was there where he realised exactly where he had fallen.

The frozen lake.

Kíli looked around wildly in panic, his chest constricting with fear as he knew that the deep water below would be freezing, yet the ice that had formed was only five days old and would unlikely hold his weight for much longer. Taking a deep breath Kíli slowly pushed himself into a standing position, wincing when he heard his brothers' terrified voice.

"Kíli stop moving! Please Kee just listen to me!" Fíli begged him.

It wasn't until the ice beneath his boots gave an ominous crack that Kíli paid heed to his brother.

The pair stared at each other in fear, both breathing heavily from their run and the fear that now coursed through their bodies and their bond. Kíli looked down at the crack that had formed beneath him, taking a tentative step forward before Fíli's frightened words stopped him going any further.

"KÍLI! For the love of Mahal stop moving!"

He locked eyes with Fíli and nodded warily, watching as his brother examined the ice quickly before pulling out his war hammer. For a bizarre second Kíli thought his One was planning on bringing the head of the hammer down onto the ice but sighed quietly in relief when it was extended towards him instead.

When Fíli realised that not only was the length of the hammer slightly too short but that he was in danger of having the heavier end overbalance and go crashing into the ice he shuffled forwards onto it, his eyes never leaving the cracks as they grew bit by bit with his movements.

"Fíli! Kíli!" Both dwarves looked suddenly in the direction their Uncles call had floated from before they focussed on each other once more, praying that Thorin and Dwalin would get there in time to help them.

"Alright Kíli," Fíli said quietly as he inched forward once more, "I need you to grip the end and hold on tight with both hands, then on three I'll pull you to safety. Whatever you do, don't let go."

Thorin's calls for them got closer as Kíli nodded to his brother, shuffling forwards as gently as possible so as not the cause any major jolts that could break the ice. Once his hands were grasping the hammer he gave Fíli a nod.

"Alright then Kee. In 3… 2… 1!"

Fíli hauled with all his might, swinging the hammer to the left and throwing his brother onto bank. What he hadn't counted on was the fact that his boots were not designed to provide solid footing on ice and he spun, his feet slipping out from under him and sending him sliding. He got to his feet gingerly when he realised where exactly he had landed, looking at his brothers sprawled form with a mixture of relief and alarm.

"Fíli!"

"FÍLI!"

The blond dwarf barely had time to see his uncle appear at the top of the slope before his brothers' horrified scream of his name grabbed his attention once more. The pair stared at one another, one on the bank and the other in the middle of the frozen lake.

"Kee" was all Fíli could whisper in terror before the ice beneath his feet gave an almighty crack, plunging him into the freezing waters below.