(A/N) Well, I promised myself I wasn't gonna start posting this until I'd gotten a little further on Shield and Sword, but I guess I feel good after posting a new chapter. I just really wanted to see what my fellow fans thought of this little plot warg. The title was inspired by the Gaelic lullaby "Tha Mo Ghaol Air Àird A' Chuain", which if you haven't listened to, you should, cuz it's lovely, and it will feature in here.

Warnings: Miscarriage, first and foremost, along with mpreg, incest, and some exhibitionism.

My Love Is On the High Seas

Chapter 1: In the Arms Of Your Angel

No one was more surprised than Kili himself when he learned he was pregnant with Fili's child.

It was a fact of their culture that dwarves loved only once in their lives, and when Fili and Kili found that love in each other, no one had batted an eyelash. Even though they were accepted as a couple among their own people, they had never expected to be permitted to marry under dwarven law. They were of the line of Durin, and if it happened that their uncle could produce no heir of his own, it would fall to them to continue the line. One of them must father a child and it was unlikely they would be able to do so together. They were accepted as lovers…but never could be as husbands, for the chance was very slim either one of them would become pregnant. No male dwarf had borne a child since the fall of Erebor, so rare was the happy accident of blood that allowed a male to conceive.

However, when the young prince had gone to Oin, complaining of stomach pain, the older dwarf had examined him and consulted several ancient tomes before finally informing Kili that he would bear a child in the winter. Kili had first been shocked, then delirious with joy. He'd immediately run to his brother, who was on shift with Thorin in the forges, to tell him the good news. Fili had picked him up and spun him around the work area, nearly upending a stack of swords waiting to be worked on. Then, right there in the forge, in front of everyone, Fili had dropped to his knees before Kili.

"Kili…my brother, my love…I know I haven't the proper gifts for you yet, nor properly prepared a suit…but I had not dared to dream this day would ever come…and now you are to bear my child. Kili…in the sight of our forebears, I ask you…will you accept my hand in marriage?"

Feeling his eyes burn, as if he could burst into tears, Kili delivered a light punch to his brother's shoulder before bending down to kiss him.

"Brother…I would take you whether you were the heir of Durin or the lowliest peddler. Yes, I will accept." Then he also moved to his knees before his brother, pressing his lips to his ear to whisper to him, "I love you, you fool. It's my honor to marry you…and to bear your child."

Thorin had called an early end to the workday then and there and an impromptu celebration had broken out among the dwarves of Ered Luin, hailing the announcement that the line of Durin was to grow.

Kili was five months pregnant on the night of their wedding, and Thorin gave them as lavish a ceremony as he was able. The two princes exchanged rings of gold they'd forged for each other, and Fili gave to Kili a ruby ring of the house of Durin, an ancient treasure he'd been instructed to give to the one who would bear his heirs. Kili had always admired that ring, had fantasized about what it would look like on his finger…but had never dared to hope he might be the one to actually wear it.

It was a lovely ceremony, and the feasting and celebrating lasted well into the night, but Fili and Kili retired early in order to enjoy their first night as newlyweds. It wasn't until much later in the night, so late as too almost be early, that Kili woke in Fili's arms, his stomach on fire.

Fili had called for Oin, Thorin, and their mother in a panic, pleading with Oin to help Kili. While he and Dis set to work, Thorin had had to drag Fili from their chamber, in such a state was he.

A sickness had settled in the young prince's belly, and though Oin and Dis struggled to contain it, it was a losing battle. All the while, Kili lay in pain and on fire, praying…praying as he'd never prayed before.

Please…Mahal…please! Please don't take my baby. Don't take Fili's baby away from me!

The struggle was long, lasting well into the next night…and it was ultimately futile. Kili didn't need them to tell him; he already knew. He didn't even look up when Oin went to inform the others…couldn't bear to imagine the look of hope on his brother's face…

Indeed, Fili did feel a brief flickering of hope when Oin emerged from their chamber, but it was soon destroyed when the older dwarf shook his head, lowering it in grief.

"We could not prevent the miscarriage. He lost the child."

"Kili!" Fili called out, darting into the chamber once Thorin's grip on him had slackened.

Kili was lying on his side, staring listlessly at the far wall. Their mother had stripped the bed of bloody sheets and covered him with a clean blanket, but he didn't seem fully aware of what was happening around him.

"Kili?" Fili called softly as he sat down beside him on their bed. He knew better than to ask if his new husband was all right.

"Our child…is with Father," Kili whispered, unshed tears shining brightly in his dark eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Fili asked as he lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around him. "You haven't done anything."

"I lost your child. I lost a royal heir. How can I ever be forgiven for this?"

"Kili, it…it happens. This isn't your fault. We are young yet…maybe even a little young to be parents. We have years for children," he soothed him.

"But what if it happens again?" Kili asked him, fighting hard to keep his tears from falling. "What if I've trapped you in a fruitless marriage? Oh, Mahal, what have I done?!"

"Hush," Fili said softly, rocking him gently. "If it happens again…I'd be more worried about you. No dwarf's been known to survive a second miscarriage. Many don't even survive their first. Right now…I'm just thankful you're all right. I couldn't…bear it…if you died just to give me a child. I need you, Nadadith. You cannot die."

"Maybe…maybe you should just…put me aside," Kili suggested, even though it broke his heart to say it.

Fili was shocked to even hear the suggestion. Separation was nearly unheard of among their people, but Fili had the right to ask for it if Kili proved unable to provide him with an heir.

"Don't say that," Fili said fiercely, turning his brother in his embrace. "Not ever. I waited too long to have you to give you up now. You are my husband, Kili, and you will be my consort. Don't despair. Everything will be all right. We will have other children."

"Maybe we will," Kili said, finally losing his battle against the tears, and burying his face in his husband's chest, "but they will not be the one we lost. I loved him, Fili. I loved him…so much…and now he's gone. I failed him…our son…"

This finally caused Fili to break down, as well. Long into the night, the newlyweds just held each other and cried, mourning the child they had never had the chance to know. It would be another year before the two brothers knew each other again, giving Kili the time he needed to heal…and another ten years before Fili's seed again took root in his body.

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Kili gave a victorious shout as Fili kicked open the door to their quarters. Thorin's heir had his young husband slung over his shoulder. The two dwarves had been drinking heavily in honor of being allowed to join Thorin on his upcoming venture…the quest to take back Erebor.

Kili continued to sing nonsensically as Fili laid him out on their bed, chuckling all the while.

"Don't imagine Uncle would approve of his heirs getting so drunk," the blond dwarf said as he started to strip off his many layers of clothing. Kili offered up an appreciative wolf whistle as he watched.

"Well, it's kind of a big deal," Kili said in a singsong voice. "Erebor…my ears are bleeding over talk of the place."

"Oh? But I thought you wanted to go and see the Lonely Mountain," Fili teased, starting to help Kili out of his own clothing.

"It could be Erebor or a ruddy elf outhouse for all I care. I just want to get out and see the world. I am…half-sick of shadows," he said, an odd look coming onto his face. "I want to leave Ered Luin."

"And I will follow you wherever you go," Fili said, leaning down to kiss him. For several minutes, Kili held him down, kissing him hungrily. When they finally separated, Kili was smirking up at him.

"Then we shall have to have ourselves a game of chase…all across Middle-Earth," he said, propping himself up on his elbows and leaning in close to whisper in Fili's ear, "Come and get me, Nadad."

At the feel of his brother's deliciously hot breath against his ear, the last of Fili's control shattered. He tore away the last of Kili's clothing and shoved him back down onto the mattress. He kissed him so hard, it almost seemed he meant to consume him.

"Hngh…yes…Nadad…" Kili groaned as he bucked up against his brother's hard body. "Fuck me…fuck me…so hard."

"Heheh, demanding tonight, aren't we," Fili said, trailing a nail down the inside of Kili's thigh. Kili growled at him, digging his fingers into his shoulders.

"I want you inside me. I want your cock in me. I want every drop of you…until there's nothing left!" the younger dwarf snarled, pulling his brother back to his body. Kili only got like this very occasionally, but Fili would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it when he did. There would be no teasing tonight…just Kili's demanding, needy body, taken hard and fast.

Kili's body had been on fire ever since Fili had slung him over his shoulder to carry him from the great hall. He couldn't remember when he'd ached so fiercely for his brother's touch. His skin burned with need and he felt his heart would burst if Fili didn't take him soon.

Abiding by his wishes, Fili was soon sliding into him, not taking too much time on preparation. Kili shuddered in pleasure at the burn that spread sensation up and down his spine…pooling in his belly…yes…this was what he needed…to be filled…filled with his husband's essence. Hungry for more, he thrust his own hips up against Fili's, urging him deeper.

"Harder," he hissed in his brother's face, pressing a passionate kiss to the juncture of his jaw and neck. Fili cried out when he bit down on the tender flesh, causing him to increase his pace. Everything about Kili was driving him absolutely wild tonight.

"Ah…oh…Ki…Kili…Nada…dith…I'm…I'm going to-"

"Yes!" Kili cried out as their bodies rocked furiously together. "Come…come inside me…fill me…ah…need you…Mahal…fuck me!"

"A- ah!" Fili cried out, the tight coil in his stomach exploding into a wave of bliss as he buried himself deep inside his little brother. Kili held their bodies tightly together, making certain not a single drop of Fili's precious seed escaped. As Fili collapsed on top of him, Kili came between them, his own seed splattering against the older dwarf's stomach. Only then did the younger Durin's lust finally seem to spend itself.

Fili laughed quietly, breathing heavily as he ran his fingers through Kili's sweat-soaked hair. "By Mahal, you're a randy thing, baby brother."

"And you know you like it," Kili teased right back. "We won't be able to do this much once we're on the road, so we'd best get in all the wild, passionate sex we can before we need to leave."

"But it will be a few months yet before we depart," Fili said, throwing him a questioning look. Kili returned it with a knowing smirk.

"Exactly, so rest up, brother mine. I plan to keep you very busy these next few days. We won't be seeing the outside of this chamber."

XxX

Kili was true to his word. He kept his brother very busy. Every spare minute they had was spent pressed up against each other…and some even that weren't spare minutes. Once, during a route planning session with Thorin, Balin, and Dwalin, Kili had felt the desire come upon him again. One glance at the older prince with those intensely burning dark eyes and Fili had been helpless. Kili had seized his collar and pulled him across the table for a deep, demanding kiss. The three older dwarves had just rolled their eyes as Fili pushed Kili down on the table.

"If it's not too much trouble, we are trying to use this," Thorin growled at his rutting nephews.

Barely paying their elders any mind, Fili lifted his husband from the table and carried him to another alcove off the main conference area, the sounds of their passion carrying back to them quite clearly.

The elder dwarves didn't think much of this. Public sex acts were actually quite common among dwarves and Fili and Kili were young, still in the first bloom of their union. To be so lustful at their age was normal, healthy, even. None of them, however, had ever been married, and as such had little experience with the libido of a pregnant dwarf. The only one to be suspicious was Dis. It had been long since she had spread her legs for Vili before a crowded room, but she remembered well the near-unquenchable lust that inflamed her body, the desperate need for her husband's touch that had ridden her senses during the first few months of both her pregnancies. This was the norm of a dwarven pregnancy…at least, for those who were in the direct line of fire…and as she recalled, Kili had behaved much the same way eleven years ago. To the others, it might just seem like the typical lust of youth, but…was it possible? Might it be that the secret longing of her youngest's heart had been granted once again…on the very eve he was to venture out into danger?

Dis said nothing, even as her suspicion grew. Even though her child never voiced his desire, she could see it in his eyes. He longed to leave the place where he'd been born…not just to see the world and to make his mark…but to leave the place where he'd known such sadness…to leave forever the halls where he'd lost his first child. Kili had learned well to mask his pain in the ensuing years, but Dis could still see it, as she knew her first born could. Even though Kili appeared to be a carefree dwarven princeling, he still carried with him the weight of the baby he had lost. It was ever behind his smiling, laughing dark eyes.

Many times, Dis considered talking to her sons about the matter, but kept putting it off, even unto the night they were to depart. After all…what if she was wrong…and kept Kili from the quest for nothing? It would break Kili's young heart…perhaps beyond what he could bear…to have the wish he'd so desperately longed for…only to discover it had only been his mother's suspicions all along. No, she couldn't do that to him. Besides, it hadn't even been any sort of accident that had taken the first child from him. It had been illness, nothing any of them could have controlled. If it was to be, it was to be…and if not…then no one need be the wiser of what she'd suspected.

So, as she was embracing her sons for the last time before they mounted their ponies, she gave Kili one last kiss on his brow, then pressed a hand to his stomach as she'd whispered to him, "Keep each other safe."

Kili looked at her oddly for a moment, but then seemed to shake it off before mounting his pony and riding off with his brother and husband, riding toward whatever fate lay before them.

XxX

Kili didn't think much on his mother's last goodbye, not with so many new things to see…and so many new places to fuck. Every night, whether they stayed in an inn or slept under the stars, the two young husbands found their way into each other's arms. Even on the night they finally arrived in Hobbiton, they found time for a quick lay in some field before venturing to the home of Gandalf's chosen burglar. It wasn't until about halfway through the impromptu dinner that Kili really began to think about his mother's words…her gesture and her last look.

"Since when do you eat radishes?" Fili asked him as he shoveled down several at once. "I thought you hated them."

"I do. I don't eat them," he mumbled through a mouthful, reaching for his ale to help down the normally detestable vegetable. "I just…was really craving them tonight. I saw them and I just couldn't help it," he said, reaching for a bowl of strawberries and inhaling several of those along with the radishes. Fili actually looked disgusted as he watched.

"And that…that tastes good, does it?"

Kili moaned in pleasure at this, drawing the attention of at least half the table. "It's so good."

"Careful, Husband. They'll start to think it's better than I am," Fili teased. Kili smirked right back.

"Right now it just might be. You will have to prove otherwise to our new companions."

"Well, baby brother, if you insist…" Fili started, setting down his ale and disappearing under the table. Almost immediately, the other dwarves began to cheer raucously. Kili couldn't be sure, as he was a bit preoccupied with the feel of his brother undoing his belt and pushing aside his clothing, but the hobbit seemed to look utterly scandalized at the display that was going on right in his dining room.

Kili was already hard by the time Fili's hot, slick mouth closed over him. Determined to make his brother work for it, though, he continued to eat, even while Fili sucked on him.

"Come on, Fili lad, ye can do better," Dwalin jeered. "Yer husband's falling asleep up here."

Even as Fili drove him wild beneath the table, the younger prince continued to shovel food in his mouth, anything he could reach now…even competing with Bombur a little bit. It was the realization that he'd been eating an awful lot recently, combined with the way he couldn't quite stop his hips rocking up against Fili's mouth, that finally made him understand what his mother had been trying to convey to him.

Kili's eyes flew wide open just as a searing bolt of pleasure claimed his body and he cried out, a wordless sound of bliss as he spent himself inside his brother. His writhing jarred the table as the other dwarves cheered. Then Fili's head suddenly popped up from beneath the table, a line of thick, white fluid trailing from his mouth.

"Mm…much better than anything at this table. Want a taste?"

Kili nodded, still dazed from the orgasm and from his sudden revelation. He leaned down and pressed his lips to his brother's, tasting his own salty essence on them. Then, as Fili wiggled his way back into his own seat, Kili found his thoughts drifting far away from the party, his hands venturing to his flat belly. Was it possible…that his recent libido, his eating habits…that it meant…

Could it…be?

Kili played along for the rest of the evening, played the part of the happy-go-lucky princeling, but his heart wasn't really in it. Fili seemed to realize it, but he said nothing in the presence of the others. By turns, he was ecstatic and horrified. If it was true, then…then it meant he had another chance to bear Fili's child…but still…if true, it also meant he was taking the child into danger. What if he lost this one, too? He didn't think he could bear it. Would he even survive a second miscarriage? There were too many ifs.

Calm down. Calm down. There's no use in panicking. You don't even know if you're pregnant. There's no sense in alarming anyone…no sense in stalling the quest any further.

He couldn't tell anyone, though. If it turned out he was again with child, Thorin and Fili might force him to return home, or to wait here, and he was not going back to Ered Luin under any circumstances. Certainly he would do just about anything to be able to have Fili's child, but right now, he was just too afraid to let himself believe it might happen. After all, he was a healthy, active, growing dwarf. Was it so unusual for him to eat a lot? And he was young and in love. Was it so strange to want to be with his husband? Nothing was certain, so he couldn't pin his frail hope on the slender possibility. He would say nothing to the others…nothing to Thorin…and especially not to Fili…not unless he knew for sure.

"Are you all right?" Fili asked him later in the night, after the others had gone to sleep. Bilbo had set them up in a room with Bifur and Bofur, all of them laid out on their bedrolls.

"Yes…I'm just tired," he said quietly, leaning into the warm embrace his brother offered. Fili chuckled softly, the gentle rumble of it moving through Kili's body.

"When will you learn you can't lie to me, Nadadith?"

"I wasn't lying; I just…I was thinking about him tonight." More or less true. "I was thinking about all the little hobbit children we passed on the way here…all those babes, and I just…I couldn't help it."

"Shh," Fili soothed him, gently kissing his neck. "Don't think of that now. Tonight is a night for joy. Once we reach Erebor, we'll set all of that to rights."

"Yes," Kili said, silently praying that would be the case, that he and his mother were wrong in their suspicions. For a long while, he just lay in Fili's arms, soothed by the feel of his body against his…but then he began to feel the heat of desire pooling in his belly…felt himself go stiff in his trousers. He wanted Fili to take him, but not hard as they'd been doing the last few months. He wanted gentle…adoring and loving.

"Fili?" he called softly as he looked up at the other.

"Hmm?"

"Could…could you make love to me?"

Fili looked down at him for a moment before offering him a tender smile. "So much for being tired."

"It doesn't have to be anything rough, you randy orc. I just…I just want to feel you. Let me feel you," he pleaded quietly, beginning to undo the straps and ties of his husband's clothing.

Fili yielded to his wish easily enough, stripping Kili just as quickly and quietly as he did him. They ended up with Fili on his knees while Kili straddled his hips, riding him gently. All the while, their fingers tangled in hair and rubbed tenderly at heated flesh while they whispered words of love to each other. They went until neither had anymore to give, and they fell asleep like that, tangled up in each other.

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(A/N) So…this at all interesting or should I just crawl back into my messed up little author's cave?