After leaving Gandalf at Rivendell, the band of brothers began their journey again towards the Lonely Mountain. Without ponies to ease their adventure, their feet grew tired fast, especially Bilbo's. Winter weather came fast and without warning, making their passage even more troublesome.

They walked for 2 days straight, through biting wind and cold snow until the hobbit collapsed from exhaustion. Thorin caught the young hobbit before he hit the ground, noticing his face red due to the snow hitting his soft skin. They hadn't even started crossing the Misty Mountains, yet the knowledge of their hardship was already showing.
He looked back towards his company, firstly to his nephews and noticed that they all were fighting against their bodies to keep walking and follow their leader. He heart felt heavy with guilt; he had been so oblivious to his companion's pain that he forgot that they needed rest.

Thorin looked around, seeing the mountainous range in front of them. He could tell them to harden up and continue on as they are so close. But he knew his nephews wouldn't be able to handle another step without some sort of rest, even Bifur looked more confused and tired than usual.

"There!" he called loudly over the wind, back to his company, pointing at a stone cave, "We shall rest there tonight. Tomorrow at first light we will continue on."

Relief washed over Kíli's face as he tightened his grip on his coat, pulling on his strap that held his quiver close to his back. The past few days walk with the cold weather bombarding his already shaking frame had been torture; he had been fighting against himself to stop his body automatically shutting down and begin shaking and struggled to hide it when Fíli checked on him every now and then. He had convinced himself that he was over feeling the cold but since starting this deathly journey, his curse has arisen quite fast again.

The 13 dwarves and hobbit, carried by Thorin, quickly jogged over towards the cave, creeping deep inside to shield themselves from the horrible weather that seemed to worsen once they were in the mountain range. Dwalin quickly made sure to check the cave to see of any entrances where trolls or other vile being could come through while Dori decided to get a fire started fast, hoping the warmth would help the weak hobbit feel somewhat better. Bofur started on a small broth.

"Here." Thorin gently placed the hobbit onto the ground, leaning his body against the wall of the cave whilst removing his frosted coat, gently laying it over the hobbit's weak body while Bofur joined Thorin at his side and placed a bowl of broth into his hands. Bilbo smiled back to Thorin and Bofur, finding his lips too cold to even open and focused on the broth in his hands.

Thorin quickly moved away and told Ori and Bombur to keep watch tonight.

"Eat up young one." Bofur smiled, eyes scanning over Bilbo's body and walked back to the fire to shoo away Bombur.

Whilst the others were settling in, Fíli and Kíli set up their thin mats on the cold ground further down in the cave. Fíli placed his next to the cave wall, wanting something to lean next to whilst sleeping. He expected Kíli to set camp near him and was disappointed when he didn't. The younger dwarf set up camp on the opposite side of the cave.
He watched his brother set up close to the fire, alive and warm. Even though he was covered in thick layers of clothing, there was no hiding the small tremors from his back making the arrows in his quiver bump into each other.

Fíli quickly became concerned but did not want to pester his brother like he did when he was only a small one. He was cold, everyone was cold, but Kíli more so.

"Kíli…" He started, standing up, about to walk over towards the younger but stopped when Kíli tensed up, still kneeling down while preparing his sleeping area.

"I'm fine." He turned around, looking at his brothers concerned expression and smiled weakly, "just a little hungry."

Fíli nodded cautiously, knowing that his brother was lying but didn't push it. He smiled back and walked over to Bofur who handed him a bowl full of hot broth. He clapped Bofur on the back as a thanks, sitting down next to Dwalin and joined in with small conversation.

Soon the company was at rest and asleep, the winds and Nori's snoring the only noise echoing throughout the cave. The fire was now only embers crackling away at the wood, giving off only small flickers of heat every now and then.

Fíli, feeling sleep tug at his eyes, left Bombur and Ori to start their watch over their camp and dragged his tired frame to his cold bed, sliding into it fast, wanting sleep to consume him just as fast.

He threw his boots next to his swords, shedding unnecessary clothing that will make his sleep uncomfortable and sighed, thanking Bilbo for his lapse in consciousness. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come, already feeling it near and moved closer to the cave wall, his nose nearly touching it.

But yet, it didn't come. He tossed and turned, fidgeting to find a position to help let his body relax but nothing helped.

He felt something is wrong. But could not think of anything; Bombur and Ori are on watch, Dwalin had checked the cave for orcs or trolls and entrances, everyone is sleep and safe.

So what was nagging at the back of his mind that is keeping his slumber at bay?

He turned around, his back against the wall and opened his eyes. They focused on the body opposite his and saw an image he has not viewed since they were both young.
Across from him, Kíli's brows knotted tight, his face normally a pleasant warm tone but now pale and deathly. His body reverberated, teeth biting into his lower lip. He was curled into a ball, gripping onto the blanket so tight that Fíli could feel the bones vibrating with the force of the grip.

Then Kíli opened his eyes, the small light coming from the fire highlighting the dull, tired pain in his brown eyes. They both tense a little, their eyes locking with the others across the cave. They stare and stay still in the silent moment, not sure if one should turn away or quirk a small smile.

But Fíli can read his brother so easily; he knows that Kíli is hurting both physically and emotionally. He had been seeing his brother hurt since they left home with Thorin. But had been unsure why, always not sure how to approach his brother.

Kíli finally moves a little, silently asking with his eyes and looked deep into his brothers deep blue ones. Fíli understood the silent plea quickly and stiffened again, not sure if it would be appropriate to do that kind of thing. Especially with Thorin so close, would be object if he were to find out?

Fíli thought about it for a little, watching the expression change on Kíli's face. After thinking for what seemed like years and weighed up the odds, his eyes finally softened and smirks over to his brother, winking in approval, his dimples catching the small light from the fire that has near burnt out.

Not even hesitating, Kíli jumped out and quietly made his way over to the opposite side of the save, bringing his blanket with him. Fíli smiled as it reminds him of when they were younger; the blanket never leaving Kíli's shoulders

"Move over." Kíli whispered harshly, nudging his brother away from the wall as he climbed over the body and laid down between Fíli and the cave wall, staring up at the roof, avoiding the staring eyes he can feel on his cheek.

After many moments, Fíli sighed and edges a little close to Kíli, and asks, "Why didn't you tell me brother?"

Fíli waits for an answer but gains no insight from his brother. So he nudged his ribs, like he used to do when they were little when Kíli was hiding a secret from him, "Come on Kíli, please tell me."

"Fíli…" Kíli started, still not looking at his brother even though he wants to see those blonde locks frame his face and curl his finger around one of them so badly.

"I didn't want you to think of me still as a young dwarf who still is impaired by the cold," Kíli whispered, letting the words roll out of his mouth as they form in his mind, "I wanted to prove to myself that I could defeat this… curse by myself. I wanted to prove to Thorin that I was worthy for this journey. I wanted to know- ow!"

He doesn't finish his explanation as Fíli punched him straight into his upper arm, making the younger frown and gape, looking at his older brother with confusion in his eyes.

"You're finally looking at me." Fíli says softly, smirking a little as he watched the brunette roll his eyes, "Kíli, you can be so daft at times."

"Well you can be…" Kíli began, looking sternly over at his brother, eyes flickering over the blonde's soft yet striking facial features, trying to find a comeback but faltered, giving up and sighed, already annoyed.

After some quiet moments passing between them, Kíli felt Fíli move away from him. His heart began to beat fast, in fear he had annoyed him. He didn't want the moment to end, he didn't want to go back to his place across the cave. Worry began to fill his mind as he watched his brother crawl over to where his boots here and grab something.

"Fíli…" He started, already forming an apology in his mind.

"Stop Kíli and wait." Fíli says sternly, his tone soft and crawled back next to Kíli, draping something heavy over their bodies.

"Your coat..?"

"I know it isn't fathers, but mine will have to do for tonight." Fíli starts, propping himself up on his forearm and looks over Kíli's face, watching the recognition wash over the younger dwarfs face, "You will always be my younger blood Kíli. I will always be here to stop the cold biting at your bones and chasing away your smile that I love to see on your lips."

Kíli gasped a little, looking over the fur coat that was already making him warm, and then looked up at Fíli, who is smiling down at him.

Their eyes flickered over the other's face, both reading each other. Slowly Fíli leaned down, his face hesitantly stopping just above Kíli's, his braids from his moustache touching Kíli's cheeks, before taking the last step and brings their lips together, softly touching the others.

Kíli stiffened fast, his eyes wide and frantic as they searched for an answer in Fíli's. Fíli smiled into the kiss, closing his eyes and pressed more into the kiss, waiting for Kíli's response.

Then he heard it, a small moan laced with desire coming from Kíli's throat. He takes the moment to lick a little at the soft lips underneath his own but doesn't need long before he slips his tongue into the others mouth, ripping another moan from his brother. He felt a strong hand thread into his hair, cupping the back of his head. Their tongues touched as Fíli deepens the kiss, wanting to remember this moment forever, moaning into Kíli's mouth as he licked into the open wanting mouth. They tasted each other, only parting for half a second before diving back into the kiss, wanting more and more from each other. It was like they were making up for lost time. Neither wanted the moment to end.

Soon, even though the whine from Kíli's mouth made him want to swallow it up, they separated from the kiss. Fíli looked down at the panting younger dwarf, lips full and pink, eyes heavy with lust.

"Look," Fíli started, running his thumb over Kíli's bottom lip, "you've stopped shaking, my one."

Kíli's lips slowly curled into a smile as he playfully bites at the thumb on his lip, looking up at his brother before leaning up and kissed his brother's lips once more before pulling back, blushing a little.

Fíli leaned back, the strain on his arm finally getting to him, but curled onto his side, Kíli following until they were in each other's space, looking at each other.

Kíli slowly nudged closer to the warmer body, ducking his head under the blondes and slid a leg between the shorter dwarves', wanting to feel every part of his warm body. Fíli wrapped a protective arm around his younger brother waist, drawing him in as close as he could get.

Finally they both closed their eyes, breathing in each other's scent and warmth, letting sleep finally devour their weary bodies.

Before letting sleep took him from his conscious state, Fíli felt a cold hand slide up his shirt, leaving his skin cold in its wake until it moved over his ribs and settles on the small of Fíli's back.

"Cold…" Fíli murmurs, smirking a little.

"Quiet you." Kíli replied, voice rough with sleep and kissed his throat, both quickly falling asleep soon after in each other's arms.

Fin~