Please don't hurt me? I KNOW IT'S BEEN FOREVER AND I SAID A MONTH.

And I can't even blame my beta cuz when I sent her the chappy to be checked... 2 months ago... she sent me an email RIGHT after saying roughly ''POST THE FU****G CHAPTER ALREADY'' annnnd I forgot. Then I got distracted. Then I was just too lazy.

SO YOU MAY BOO ME ALL YOU WANT, I SHALL NOT HOLD IT AGAINST YOU.

***CHAPTER 17 WILL BE ON HOLD UNTIL SEPTEMBER CUZ MY SUMMER IS CRAZY FULL AND I JUST DON'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE RIGHT NOW.***

But no worries, this fic WILL be completed! I shall not leave it to rot.

happy reading~

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Chapter 16: Recovery

"Thorin, I swear if I have to tell you one more time to lay back down I'll get Oin to mix a sleeping draught in your medicine!" Bilbo sighed exasperatedly for the hundredth time.

The hobbit had a slight déjà vu of a similar argument they had after the Battle of the Five Armies: the king had been stuck in bed to heal his wounds and his temper had grown worse every day until Thorin had his leave from Oin. Exactly like now.

"I am well enough to attend to my people!" Thorin insisted, though the ex-burglar didn't miss the pained look on his husband's face when the dwarven king tried to sit up.

"Straining your injuries will not help anyone, your ribs still need to heal and so does that nasty cut on your leg! All this moving about will only slow your healing, but if you insist on working I spied a nice pile of reports and paperwork that still needs to be tended on your desk." snapped Bilbo.

"Hm, perhaps you are right and rest is needed.'' Grumbled Thorin begrudgingly lowering himself back under the covers, knowing full well his hobbit had him there.

''Good, now stay here while I go get more herbs for your pain and don't deny it Thorin Oakenshield I can see through you as if you were glass and be assured that if I come back to find you moving about I'll make certain to inform your sister: as I recall it the last time I called for her help she mentioned something about chains and straps if she had to come up here once more.'' Warned Bilbo, giving his husband one last stern look before closing their bedroom door behind him.

The faint brooding mutters coming through said door made the hobbit smile fondly at his husband's childish streak, Thorin wasn't always easy to manage; Bilbo learned a long time ago that Thorin had a lot of bark, but didn't bite. Well... he did bite sometimes, but in those situations let's just say Bilbo was far from complaining and the hobbit snickered to himself, thinking how utterly scandalized the Baggins of his family would be if they heard him say such vulgar things. How the dwarves changed him greatly! 'Got his stick out of his ass' the Durin princes would sometimes joke.

As Bilbo made his way to Oin's quarters, a hand upon his shoulder startled him from his thoughts.

''How's the lad?'' asked Balin with a smile.

''Restless at best. These past few days Thorin has been gladly reminding me that dwarves are painfully stubborn and proud in nature.''

''Our creators made us strong, resistant and fierce: real born warriors! But I'm afraid they forgot patience and wisdom to deal with the wounds that came with it. We're all glad you're here to take care of our king.'' Smiled the old dwarf.

''And by 'take care of' you mean 'deal with'. '' said Bilbo, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

''Now laddie, don't go twisting my words.'' Reprimanded lightly Balin before patting Bilbo on the shoulder with a smirk ''but yes, it's exactly what I meant''

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Marguerite once again woke in a fright, running to the bathroom to give back her meal from the previous evening. For two weeks now the little hobbit had been plagued by worry and her sleep grew restless with all the horrors of the battle. Mimi's nightmares were always the same: her, walking through the battlefield plastered with bodies painted red or black with blood and every time Marguerite would stumble upon the mutilated bodies of Thorin's company, all of them dead because Marguerite wasn't skilled enough to protect or save them.

She knew the company worried for her, how could they not? Mimi had lost a considerable amount of weight, making her look slightly bony, her skin was pale and heavy bags lay under her eyes. Nori had once proposed she took a walk through the deeper tunnels and scare away the ghosts that supposedly lurked there with her withering looks.

Not that the dwarf was one to talk with his broken shoulder, foot and nose! The whole company looked terrible if Mimi was honest; all beaten yellow and blue. After the rush of adrenaline from the battle and a good, thorough inspection from Oin, they discovered quite a few broken bones and cuts in their companions. They were all more roughed up then they were first willing to admit and if it hadn't been for the elves' medicinal knowledge their recovery would be far more long and painful.

Even though the worst of them all was Fili; he had yet to fully come out from his slumber, his unfocused eyes telling her the prince hadn't been conscious of his surroundings the few times he had woke. The past two weeks Mimi was a constant presence at the prince's bedside, trying to keep his temperature low and making sure no infection settled in his wounds again. So the handful of times Fili would wake in a spasm of pain and fever Mimi was there to push him back against his pillows, hushed soft little nothings of comfort in his ear or make him drink his medicine and each times the sight of Fili so weak tore at the small hobbit's heart.

At night was when Marguerite was most worried since the healers kept rounds instead of a constant watch on the prince and most nights she would come lay down beside Fili with a book to keep watch on the prince. It's not that Mimi didn't trust the healers, but she knew she would spend all night awake and worrying anyways, so might as well stay at the blond's side until her fears calmed enough to let her fall asleep. The dwarves of the company complained such fretting wasn't healthy and they soon kept quiet about it when Bilbo pointed out that at least this way she got some decent sleep, even though not much.

Marguerite remembered with a smile when had once woken up drugged and feverous...

''I know you'' slurred the blond and pointed at Mimi, or more specifically at the space where he probably thought the hobbit to be, which was about a foot to Marguerite's left, making Kili snicker behind his pipe.

''Of course you do it's Marguerite'' replied softly Mimi, smacking Kili for laughing at his brother and frowned at Fili's glassy eyes. ''Are you alright Fili?'' asked the little hobbit worryingly, helping the blond sit up in bed.

'' 'mfine. But you're finer'' mumbled the prince, looking at her with a silly grin.

''Excuse me?'' Mimi blinked, not quite sure if she heard the dwarf correctly, but by the guffaws Kili was making she guessed her hearing was good.

''Kili stop it, something is wrong with him, he's more dopy than usual!'' hissed the little halfling, turning her back to Fili to glare at the younger brother.

''Sorry lil flower, but of all the feverous gibberish he's been spurting out; this is the funniest yet!'' chuckled Kili as he spied his brother reaching an hand to the unsuspecting hobbit.

''Oin must have made his medicine too strong'' groaned Mimi. ''Can you get me some chamomile; it will help tone down the effect of the drug.''

''Sure thing, just promise me not to slap him'' shrugged Kili with a smirk, handing her the small bag containing the leaves.

''Slap him for wha-AAAT!'' Marguerite let out a surprised squeal when she felt a hand grip her bum, jumping away from the offending appendage.

''Soft and round.'' babbled Fili with a dreamy sigh.

Opening and closing her mouth, Marguerite could do nothing but give the blond dwarf a scandalized look. Many emotions went through her as her face turned purple: embarrassment, confusion, anger... Mimi took a deep breath, willing herself patience and understanding while swatting Fili's insistent hand away once she came back to his side. Kili was having a stroke of laughter, nearly choking on his pipe.

''Why don't you keep your hands... hand to yourself and I won't have to hit you, alright? Here eat this'' tightly smiled Mimi through gritted teeth, giving Fili some leaves to chew while reminding herself that the dwarven prince was sick and drugged: it wasn't his fault... not entirely anyways.

Marguerite didn't had the time to finish thinking it that a squeak escaped her lips when Fili pulled her on the bed to nuzzle her neck.

''Darn it you pig of a dwarf, keep your dirty paws off me!'' screeched indignantly Mimi, swatting at the blond dwarf. Never did she imagine Fili had gained back enough strength over the last week to trap her and keep her at his side, dwarven physical endurance indeed.

''Darling better watch what you say, I could have you chained up for that.'' purred Fili against her skin, voice husky from unused and his teasing hand making circles along her hip. Mimi's heart gave a jump, her whole body suddenly feeling a little too warm.

''Well, I'll leave you two at it then: privacy and all'' teased Kili with a wink to a very red Marguerite before running out of the room at the fierce glare he got from the hobbit, his laughter echoing in the corridors.

''Kili! Kili come back!'' shouted Mimi looking desperately at the door, the situation slipping far too quickly out of hand. A distant bark of laughter was her only answer, indicating no help would come from the brunette.

''You won't leave me cuz you love me, right?'' murmured Fili, pouting when Mimi managed to untangle herself from his grip, but she froze before she could get off the bed.

''Hum... well... y-you can't just say things like that... it's not... hum... proper'' stuttered the small hobbit, taken by surprise.

'' 'tis okay, cause I do. I love you 'enuff for the both of us. 'N one day I'll getcha to marry me, I don't know how yet, but I will.'' stated Fili, some words muffled by a pudgy mouth, but his eyes firm and determined although slightly unfocused.

Clearing her throat, Marguerite made Fili lay back down and made sure he was comfortable, the *insert name of magical plant of amazing here* leaves making their effect on the prince as his eyes fought to stay open. Kili silently stepped back into the room, walking silently back to his seat near his brother.

''Stop it.'' snapped Mimi.

''I didn't do anything'' answered Kili evenly.

''You're thinking too loud then'' grumbled the hobbit

''It's was a legitimate question.''

''You heard?''

''Didn't go far, just enough to make you panic a little''

''You know the answer''

''I think I know the answer, you never said it out loud though''

''Kind of pointless at the moment don't you think?''

''Why? I once heard someone say it pointless to say I love you to a grave and yet when Tauriel died that didn't stop me.''

''Kili... that's not what I meant, I didn't... it's just.''

''Just don't wait until it's too late is all I'm saying'' cut Kili with a grim face.

Marguerite sighed, nodding numbly and earning herself a small smile from the younger prince, a comfortable silence falling between them. After a moment Mimi started walking towards the bathroom with a small basin to refill it with cool water.

''Why are you leaving?'' mumbled Fili sleepily after a moment, opening his eyes to give Mimi the puppy look.

''I'm not going anywhere'' reassured the halfling, pushing a few hair strands from Fili's sweaty forehead and turning to glare at Kili when he gave a pointed cough.

''I'm cold''

''Fili you're sweating and you already have quite a few blankets, how can you be cold?'' frowned the small hobbit, putting the basin back on the table to feel the prince's skin, finding it warmer than it should be, but normal with his occasional fevers.

''Because I don't have you by my side to warm my heart''

''By Aulë, his pick-up lines are horrible!'' snickered Kili.

''They're not pick-up lines, he's just delirious and he probably doesn't know what he's saying'' reminded Mimi.

'' Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite.''

Marguerite nearly choked on her own spit while Kili was nearly rolling off his chair, holding his sides and wheezing in laughter.

''He's sick... he's drugged... he's not master of his own mind right now...'' Mimi rubbed her temples, trying to calm the burst of red that rose to her face, a phenomenon happening way too often when the prince was concerned, but it was not meant to be as she was pulled once again onto the bed by Fili. This was getting old.

''Fili unhand me this instant! You're hurt and delirious but I swear I'll hit you if you don't cease putting your dirty fingers all over my person'' shrieked Mimi as Fili snuggled his face into her bosoms, his arm and a half curled around her waist to prevent any new escape. At least this time Kili didn't ran off and helped free her from his brother; which took longer than necessary because the younger prince was too busy laughing his bum off to properly help. Fili's health had definitely improved in the last week by how persistent he was at keeping Mimi his hostage.

''D-déjà vu anyo-one?'' managed to choke out Kili once his chuckles toned down, only getting a punch on the arm and a very red hobbit stomping out of the room while cursing dwarves and princes.

Marguerite hadn't dared check on Fili for nearly two days after that. The hobbit tried to convince herself it was because she felt a bit humiliated by it all, but the truth was she hadn't quite exactly been insensible by the prince's advances, no matter how vulgar or drug-induced they had been. What had shocked her was how her treacherous hormones had reacted to the prince's groping: Mimi couldn't deny the shivers his touch had caused, the way his strong hand had caressed her hip so intimately... Oh by Yavannah! What was wrong with her? Fili was injured, feverous and delirious.

Mimi felt like such an immoral pervert and between the two of them FILI was suppose to be the perverted one, not her! Mimi was the proper one, the respectable one! Stupid Fili. Couldn't he just get better already so they could make this whole mess right?

It took her a few tries before Marguerite finally turned her feet in the right direction towards the Durin brothers' room and check on her prince. When Mimi reached Fili's door she made her way in silently, looking around: no one but the injured. Kili was on watch until noon so he must have gone to get some supplies then. The little hobbit made her way to the bed and put a small hand on Fili's forehead.

''Normal temperature. Goodness did the fever break at last?!'' Mimi whispered to herself, a small smile etching its way on her lips. A groan from the prince's lips made her jump and the slight flutter of his eyes nearly sent her running.

''M-Mimi?'' mumbled Fili, eyes struggling to open and at the same time Marguerite heard the deep 'thump, thump' of boots coming towards the room and a jolly whistling the hobbit recognized as Kili's.

Oh crap.

In a panic, Mimi hid in the first thing her eyes land on: the open closet. Once the small door closed on her, Marguerite heard a 'click'. Oh no. No, no and NO. Mimi tried to push the door open but it wouldn't budge. Brilliant, real smart, thrice bravo!

Marguerite Baggins must be the dumbest hobbit in Middle-Earth and she felt like banging her head on the door in despair, but refrained. Mimi couldn't possibly call for help, the sheer humiliation of her stupidity would kill her. Meanwhile the voices of Kili and Fili were softly going back and forth and after a moment Mimi realized Fili's voice didn't sound foggy, unfocused or blabberish.

He's awake... Well, more like conscious and aware! The fever really broke!

Marguerite felt like bursting in joy, but then she caught on the conversation between the brothers:

"There was none around at the time. . . we didn't have a choice Fili, it was spreading too fast and even after giving you the medicine it had already done its damage . . . I'm sorry brother, the poison infected the wound and the flesh around it started to rot... we had to do it."

A tensed silence followed Kili's words during which Mimi could hear Fili's breathing becoming uneven and quick.

''Brother? Please calm yourself! You're fine now, we'll figure something out!''

Mimi felt her heart sank and as silly as it sounded, she had forgotten that Fili was unaware of his... 'Condition'. In two weeks Marguerite was now something akin to familiar with Fili's missing limb and seeing the prince move it about in his moments of delirium had given her the false impression he would just know once his mind cleared. Mimi felt like crying and on the other side of her door the silence was stretching.

''FINE!? Kili, please elaborate how half my lower arm missing is fine!?'' snapped Fili, holding his head in his hands... hand: not plural anymore, from now on it's his hand and stub; never again will it be hands. Fili duly noted how it was the same injury his uncle gave Azog -same spot and about the same length of missing flesh- oh the irony. The pale orc must be laughing in his grave!

Noticing his brother's silence, Fili lifted his eyes and felt a pang of guilt at the crest fallen look his sibling sported. How could Fili be so stupid: If the blond thought getting gravely injured was upsetting, how bad must Kili feel? They had swore to protect each other's backs and his little brother must have beaten himself senseless for letting his guard down so soon. With a sigh Fili patted the spot next to him on the bed.

''C'mere you big baby. You're right, of course it could have been much worse.'' Fili smiled as his brother came to nestle himself to his side, reminding the older prince when they were kids small Kili would sneak in his bed for comfort and protection after a bad nightmare.

''I really thought we were going to lose you Fili, again''

''I'm not going anywhere brother, it would doom the kingdom to have you as heir to the throne''

Kili snorted at that, punching Fili lightly.

''Don't say things like that''

''Made you laugh though''

''Not the point''

Both brothers rested their heads on the pillow, staring pensively at the ceiling.

''How long was I out?''

''Two weeks if you don't count the few times you woke in delirium'' smirked Kili, barely holding in a snicker.

''Two weeks means nothing; my injuries were grave''

''Two full weeks of lying in bed like a damsel waiting to be kissed awake...''

''First warning Kili; just because I've been injured doesn't mean I can't give you a good kicking''

''...Propped on soft pillows, hair sprawled like a golden halo and rosy lips pouted in wait to be touched by true love''

''That's it, you're going down brother!'' growled playfully Fili before capturing his sibling's head in an arm lock. Fili was laughing at his brother's angry hissing when an odd sound caught his attention. ''Did you hear that?'' asked the prince, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Mimi had both hands covering her mouth, body still as stone; she had been content listening to the brothers talk and laugh, tears of joy and relief had gathered at the corner of the little hobbit's eyes and as she heard the brothers banter as they used too she hadn't been able to contain her happiness as a choked sob escaped her lips.

Fool, you're going to get caught!

''Don't be a sore loser brother!''

''No, I'm serious and it came from around the closet''

''It's the boogeyman coming for your toes!''

''Shut up'' laughed Fili, giving Kili's shoulder a shove ''Now go get me something to eat I'm starving!''

''I'm not your slave!''

''No, but you're my caretaker and that's close enough''

Kili rolled his eyes and got off the bed, smacking his brothers leg as he went off.

''You owe me!'' shouted Kili before disappearing in the corridor.

Mimi let out a silent sigh of relief as Kili left, her pride was saved! Thank goodness! She was now left with two options:

Call upon Fili to open the closet, but the thought of facing the prince after everything -their fight, the battle, the delirious fevers- brought out a whole new set of awkward in her.

Or stay in the closet until everyone is gone and Fili is back asleep with a dose of sleeping draught and try to bust out.

Meanwhile Fili sat up and swung his legs out of bed, taking his time to stand up with a grunt as his unused, sore muscles stretched for the first time in weeks. The golden prince carefully made a few wobbly steps to make sure he wouldn't fall flat on his face with his legs feeling like they were made of cotton. It took Fili a few minutes of shaking the tingles and in comfort out of his limbs, but he quickly got his muscles to cooperate again to make his way to the closet. Spotting a familiar fabric -green with golden vines embroidery on it- poking out from his closet doors and with an amused smile, the Durin heir softly knocked on the door.

Fili chuckled when a small gasp was heard from behind the closed doors. ''Anyone home?'' mocked Fili, barely stifling a laugh at the muffled curses. ''Well then, if nobody is in there, I have no need to open the door'' sing song the prince.

''Don't you dare Fili Durin! Let me out!'' cried out Marguerite, her heart beating faster than ever as she heard the click of the doors opening to reveal the prince.

''No 'please'? And I thought hobbits were the polite ones'' teased Fili, eyes becoming worried when all his hobbit did was stare at him with her pretty emerald eyes. Just as he was about to reach for Mimi in concern, his answer came in the form on a *3'4'' hobbit launching herself at him: thin arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him tightly to her petite form while Marguerite's face was buried in his mane.

''Hey... I was just joking lil flower...''

That's when Fili noticed his hobbit was shaking like a leaf, a small hiccup escaping her lips as she could do no more than hold him tighter.

''Love, what's wrong?''

''N-nothing... just k-keep talking, please.'' came the muffled plea.

''Keep... talking? Mimi, you're not making much sense... are you ill?'' Fili frowned as he took the time to inspect what little he could of his flower in their position: was it him or did Marguerite seemed to be even smaller and bonier than he remembered?

''If you keep t-talking than it means you-you're finally fine'' choked out Mimi as understanding crossed the prince's features. Of course, how dumb of him, he would need to prepare himself for a lot of similar reactions for the next few days: to him the attack was barely a few moments ago, but for everyone else it has been weeks of waiting for him to heal.

''It would take more than some poison to kill me my love as I did get some endurance training from my mother's cooking.'' Fili smiled when the sniffles turned into wet giggles.

''Don't let her hear you say that'', murmured Marguerite while detaching herself from the dwarf with a sad smile. ''... and it did take something from you all the same.''

Fili sighed, bringing the stub to his eye level and looking at the thick scars marking his flesh where the skin was sewed together.

''It... could have been worse...'' said Fili, turning to give his flower a reassuring smile.

Mimi smiled back ''Well, everything will be fine now at least, no more trouble! Now off to bed with you, you shouldn't be straining yourself so soon!'' reprimanded Mimi, gently but firmly pulling the prince along.

''I doubt taking a ten feet walk could be called straining'' snorted Fili, letting his little hobbit tuck him back under his covers and against his pillows.

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''-a disgrace! To even mention such a thing when the boy just woke!'' shouted Thorin entering his study room, head turned sideways to glare at Dain walking in after him, looking just as ticked off.

Dis, Bilbo, Bofur, Balin and Kili were following the kings' steps with Dwalin blocking the entrance to the room, pushing back some of Dain's men and a few council members until they could close the doors, thus preventing the room to be more crowded than it already was.

''It was agreed! Our stay has already been extensive, we cannot wait forever!'' growled Dain, looking tensely at Thorin.

''We will not stand for this foolishness!'' growled Dis, giving Dain the stink eye.

''Cousin, we came here with an agreement that I wish to see fulfilled before we are to leave and leave we must soon! The Iron hills cannot stay leaderless for much longer!'' pestered Dain.

''That agreement was made in a far more favorable, peaceful situation and thus its annulment cannot be held against me, the lad is in no state for this obsession of yours!'' raged Thorin.

''It is no obsession but a necessity considering how close we have been at loosing the Durin line thrice now! First Smaug, then the battle of the five armies and now this! To be king under this mountain is a great honor, but I do not wish to inherit the throne over yours and your nephews' dead bodies!''

''We wish to thank you for your concern, but as you can see it is no longer a necessity as we are all alive and well, your worry now being void!'' thundered Thorin.

''You still have many years of rule cousin, but what if you lose yourself in another battle? Then your nephew will be on the throne with no wives nor heir!''

''He will have me!'' snapped Kili, clearly offended at being so carelessly set aside.

''Indeed, but what good are you in the long run? If he goes to battle you'll likely die for him as he would for you! It is only reasonable to demand that the boy should choose a bride!'' exclaimed Dain.

''Fili already has chosen!'' cut in Bofur.

''Oh yes I have heard, a small hobbit who cares not for this mountain or its heir!'' laughed humorlessly the Iron lord.

''The lass may not care for the mountain but she does for its people!'' intervened Balin, looking Dain straight in the eyes. ''And in the end its all that matters.''

''Is it though? What does the dwarven folk think about this? We're talking about a whole different species, not just a foreigner!''

Bilbo frowned at that, feeling a bit offended. ''Now hold on there! You speak as if we had feathers or scales instead of skin and hair like everyone here! Hobbits and dwarves aren't that different; true we're a bit smaller and hairier in different places but then what? So Dis' grand-daughter may never grow a beard or her grandson may never grow muscles the size of his head, but they'll have courage and smarts among other things!''

''A beardless dwarf! Most ridiculous thing I've heard so far, why not add your pointy ears in the mix too? Oh yes, that ought to please the dwarven folk, a real pride it would be!''

''Watch your tongue Dain and be careful to remember who you're speaking of!'' hissed Thorin, hands already closing into fists.

Dain had the decency to look bashful and grumbled an apology ''Aye, I apologize your majesties, but the point remains! They are not of dwarven blood!'' barked Dain.

''The people of Erebor have accepted Bilbo perfectly and love him dearly, same goes for the little lass. As we said before hobbits are intelligent, creative and seem to be immune to the gold sickness: great gifts to the future kings and queens if you ask me.'' growled Dis.

''Not only that, but in battle they're quick, agile and clever. There be greatness in the lil' folk.'' added Dwalin.

''Remains that I've been informed the lass refused more than once the advances of the prince, the sentiment doesn't seem to be mutual. I'll give you one chance, let there be a departing celebration by the end of the week and the lass will have until the twelfth ring of midnight to make her choice and if she cannot come to a decision or if she refuses, then the prince will have 24 hours to choose one of the suitors.''

A chorus of protestation rose until Thorin let out a roar demanding silence.

''We cannot force this upon my nephew; he is better but still recovering nonetheless. I cannot allow it!''

''Make it by the end of the month then! I will not back down on this Thorin, you gave me your word or do you no longer honor your own promises?''

Thorin pursed his lips and turned to his companions, his family. All were sporting looks of bitter resignation and gave small nods.

''Very well, we shall host an evening for your departure and Fili shall have a betrothed on the twelfth ring of the clock.'' snarled Dis, eyes throwing daggers at her dear cousin.

''It is decided then'' finalized Thorin, stomping out of the room with Balin in tow and Dain soon followed.

''I have to bring Fili his food...so yah. '' said Kili hesitantly.

''I'll come with you, Dis would you like to come along? We could give the news to Fili all together'' offered tiredly Bilbo.

''No it is fine, you two go ahead. Just tell him I'll be at his side soon, right now I need to blow off some steam.'' growled the dwarven princess, stomping out of the room much like her brother did.

''We'll be on our way, can't spend all day chattin' away'' mumbled Dwalin, pulling Bofur along.

Bilbo sighed ''Well better get this over with, it's going to be a very awkward and uncomfortable conversation to have...''

''Tell me about it! 'Hello brother, just saying you have two weeks to convince Marguerite to marry you or you're going to be stuck with one of the turkeys from the ball for eternity!' I can see that going smoothly!'' huffed Kili.

''Fili'll need a miracle'' joked Bilbo

''May Yavannah and Aulë combine forces and help us'' laughed the brunette.

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** Fun fact: Hobbits are said to be between 3-4 feet tall, the tallest hobbit to note being 4'5'' while dwarves are more around 4-5 feet tall, Thorin being said tall for a dwarf at 5'2''.

I asked you my dear readers to send me ideas/pairings/words and this chappy proves I DO listen to them. Those were the prompts:

If you say so: how bout kili and Mimi have a talk. A weird awkward one. Then fili gets a strange feeling and gets possessed and sexually harasses Mimi. (I tried, hope you like it!)

Ashwood's Flame: How about you injure Fili and have him and Mimi admit their feelings before he passes out from slight blood loss? (sort of made it?)

500 ways to die: I think that it would be funny if Mimi got stuck in fili's closet and since she couldn't open the door she just sat there and then fili comes to save her! (That one made me giggle, I had to stick it somewhere)