Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own the hobbit. This is dedicated to ILOVEJESSENGLAND who said that she didn't trust me the other day, this is what happens when you don't trust someone :P (Well not exactly but you know my point). We came to conclusion that we are like Fíli and Kíli because I'm younger and more immature and she sometimes doesn't go along with stuff that I do and looks on with equal despair and amusement as I tie string all down our housemates corridor.

Magnetic

"C'mon Fíli, don't you trust me?" asked Kíli, looking up at his older brother. The blonde dwarf looked at his younger, darker haired, sibling,

"Well, it is always you that gets us into these situations brother". Kíli feigned hurt, crocodile tears flooding his big brown eyes, one hand moving to grip his heart dramatically.

"It is not I that gets us caught brother" Fíli snorted, "What about the time we put mother's food colouring on Thorin's soap?" replied the older brother. "You were the one who snorted when he walked in with a red streaked beard"

"The time we replaced Dwalin's hammer with an exact replica made of painted parchment?" "You spilt the water on it and it crumbled to pieces",

"Erm… the time… the time, you were injured when we snuck out to watch the stars" "You pushed me down the hill! It was your fault I was injured!" Fíli, unable to come up with a retort, looked away from Kíli trying to remember a time that it actually was Kíli that had gotten them caught.

The brothers were currently trapped on a thin ledge some 15 feet below the path they had been riding on. Their ponies were still neighing and prancing in fear, somewhere above them, and once again it was all Kíli's fault. The two of them were on their way to Hobbiton to meet up with the rest of their company and their newest member, Dwalin and Balin had been travelling with them but the two had elected to travel ahead in order to have a break from the two young dwarves and their almost constant pranks. In order to keep them entertained on their now rather lonesome journey Kíli had started a game of impersonations. Several hours had passed before Fíli's impression of Thorin had Kíli laughing so badly that he couldn't breathe.

Worried, Fíli had stopped his horse, and swatted Kíli hard on the back, knocking his unsuspecting brother right off his horse. Kíli had reacted like any warrior who had just been surprised would and immediately drew and arrow from his quiver and had notched it into his bow. Jumping to his feet, chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. Fíli had been laughing both at his brother falling off the horse and his reaction, as he dismounted his own horse. Watching as what had happened dawned on Kíli. The glare his younger brother directed at him was almost enough to stop him laughing. Almost. It had been when Fíli was in striking distance of Kíli that the dwarf had exacted his revenge. Leaping right onto his brother and knocking them both down to the floor. Unfortunately it was at this moment that a tree snake fell out of the canopy of gnarled branches above the road.

The horses saw it before the dwarves rolling around at the edge of the path did, and with a sudden whinny of terror Kíli's horse lashed out. Rearing up before bringing his hooves down right on the edge of the path. Crumbling the entire edge of it and sending both brothers falling into their current predicament.

However his trip down memory lane was disrupted by the ledge the two young dwarves were on began to shake slightly again. It was clearly fragile and not meant to hold the weight of two armour clad dwarves. They both pressed their backs further into the wall, feet sliding on the crumbling stone. Fíli looked up again eyes gauging the distance up to the path from which they had fallen, before looking down at the fast flowing river twenty feet below them. When the trembling had stopped he looked over towards his brother.

Kíli was staring down at the small pieces of rock that were splashing into the river far below, eyes wide. Before determination sparked life back into his gaze. "Fíli if our places were reversed you know that I would trust you and your plans, for once will you listen to mine?" Fíli looked at his brother in shock, it was true that when it came to situations like this he was the one that often pulled them out of the fire, he was the older brother. It was his responsibility to keep them both safe, and it was true that he often didn't trust Kíli's ideas, vetoing them with his own ones, and Kíli had never once questioned them. Therefore it was Fíli's job to get them out of this. it wasn't that he didn't trust his brother, there was no one else that he would want at his back in a fight but when it came to planning, Kíli was only good at pranks, not situations where lives depended on him.

"Don't panic Kíli, I'll think of something, just give me a minute"

"I'm not panicking, if you would just listen for once!" this time the hurt on his face was real and it Fíli almost considered going along with Kíli's hare brained scheme. But there must be a better way. Kíli saw it in his brothers face, the moment that he completely dismissed his idea. It would work. All it would take is one arrow with a rope tied securely to it, one shot and the arrow would embed itself into the canopy of branches that could still be seen over the edge of the wall they were backed up against. Deciding that he would go through with his plan anyway, he shifted his arm retrieving and arrow from his quiver and began tying some rope to it.

Fíli mind was still turning itself over trying to come up with a plan. Why was it that his brother was a trouble magnet? It seemed like everything dangerous was drawn by some invisible force to his younger brother, or maybe it was his brother that was drawn to them? He was unsure.

But then the two of them were like magnets as well. Complete opposites in appearance, his light hair and bearded face contrasted darkly against his brothers dark hair and stubble. But in personality the two were one and the same. Pulled towards each other like magnets, so he supposed he couldn't blame Kíli for all of this.

Whilst he was lost in his wonderings, Kíli had been very busy and had tied the rope to his brother's belt as well as his arrow. Before notching the arrow and firing it. Fíli turned around at the sound of the arrow firing in time to see the rope fly upwards. "Kíli! I told you to let me handle it!" "We don't have enough time to wait for you to come up with a better idea! Just trust me! Climb up the rope and then lower it back down for me."

As he stepped towards his younger brother the ledge they were standing on gave way completely. Fíli, tied to the rope fell only a few feet before the rope became taught and caught him leaving him suspended above the river, watching as Kíli disappeared into the roaring river below with a startled yell.