Jounetsu [Hobbit] - Fanfics
Hobbit - fanfic yaoi - chapitre 3
After berries, Bilbo didn’t eat much anymore. I was just pecking. Thorin almost forced him to eat because he was afraid that Bilbo collapse while they were walking. Even if food was rare, Bombur developed his cleverness to vary luch as much as possible. He even believed that the burglar had a problem with his cooking. But we had to add at this painful event the fact that Bilbo missed Bag End and his confort. The hobbit didn’t talk about that because dwarfs aren’t able to understand « They are warriors, minors, smiths… They can’t miss the unknown » he was thinking.
His eyes went to Thorin who was walking ahead, near by him. What about him ? Will the dwarf miss the hobbit when the quest will be complete ? Now, he knew his dwarf, his heart, his body and he didn’t want to leave him, even if what they have done in the cave few days ago didn’t happen again. What will happen when the dwarf have taken back their mountain ? All of them will stay at Erebor, with their similar, rebuilt their palace under the ground which is a witness of their power and their richness, and they will be proud to celebrated the killing of one of the most powerful dragon on the middle earth. Revenge took, Durin’s line ‘s honor and nobleness would be returned. At last, Thorin will be « the King Under the Mountain ». But him, the one and only hobbit in the company, will have to get back to the Shire... get back home by his own… without the Dwarfs… without Thorin… Nevermind the gold mentioned in the contract, stories to tell which Gandalf promised to him. Bilbo didn’t want that end. His heart squeezed up. Bilbo’s steps slowed down, he saw Thorin and the other dwarfs go away from him. Dori turned around and saw that the Hobbit had stop walking with a worried face, looking away.
« Is something wrong Mister Baggins ? »
Thorin’s attention was caught almost imedialtly. He stopped the whole company
« Ahum… I… Ye… Yes… I’ll be fine… Don’t worry !.... » mumbled the halfling.
Durin’s heir looked darkly at his two nephew who shock their head to show they have nothing to do with this business. For once,it wasn’t their fault and they done nothing ! Balin started talking :
« Thorin, we’re near by the Old Forest Road. If I can remember, there is a small village of storekeeper a little further. We could spend night here… »
Thorin’s eyes go around, looked at all his friends’ tired faces because of those long days of walk. Endurance wasn’t the specialty of dwarfs. He looked at his lover who avoid his gaze before telling to his advisable :
« Guide us. »
Balin nodded with a little smile which make his personality and went on the head of the group. Latest sunlight died out when they behold first men’s houses. They were old, the wood which make the roof was decorated but painting were withered damaged engravings reflected the wealth of the old place to this day almost depopulated. Some loggers and rare artisans appear to remain, and the company still found an inn. It was wrenched but some smog goes of the chemine and they have to deal with it. Gandalf entered before the company. Some men were on a table near the fire and silently turned around when they feared the door opened up. One of them stand up and walk on. He was almost tall as Gandalf imposing, broad-shouldered.
« Well Well! It’s been a long time that we haven’t this sort of visitors here ! »
« We wish to spend the night here if it’s possible indeed. » said the magician
« Have you got something to pay with ? » asked the innkeeper, look toward the usual troupe.
With a fierce but without a word, Dwalin shaking his bourse. With a slight smile, the bartender parted, inviting visitors to enter and settle wherever they appear. without more coaxing, dwarves took possession of the premises in a joyous hubbub, sprawling on some benches and stools.
« And what can we drink here in the East of the Misty Mountains ? » Gloin asked, loudly
To answer his question, he placed a mug of cold beer under the nose of Lord dwarf. The latter appreciated the aroma and flavors before speaking again :
« Well then ! You don’t have many clients but you know how to do with dwarfs ! » he joked before his friends ordered the same thing as him.
Seeing that the magician and the smaller creature didn’t order anything, the innkeeper offer them elves ‘wine of Mirkwood to make them waiting. He will need time to make enough food to all those stomach. Happy to spend a night inside, good moon of dwarfs contaminated all the people around, pleased by this show. There was a lot of beer and the mood was more festive when Bofur start singing a dwarf song while his companions beat time by tapping the table with their tankard.
« There was supposedly some Mithril...If there was some...Don’t know were it was ! »
They were joking almost like they were drinking and the expedition’s chief was in a serious business, look after all his companion to prevent leaking of any information’s of their quest. Bilbo was relieved about spending finally a night in a real bed, with a plainest pillow and a good blanket. He was a bit melancholic and didn’t take care of the conversation. The hobbit goes to a table near the fire place and sit. While he was watching the fire blows out, something huge was placed in front of him. A pint. Detailing the great quantity of beer under his nose, Bilbo open up his questioned eyes and look at the barman
« From the young dwarf lord, over there » he said, showing Kili with his chin.
The Hobbit glanced at him suspiciously with his eyebrows frowning. The blond on the counter was waiting for another pint, put his hands up :
« I swear that there is nothing strange in it, I didn’t touch it, I just paid it ! »
Thorin’s nephew tried serenely to make peace by offer him this. Of course like the other hobbits, Bilbo liked wine, cider, beer.. but is his stomach strong enough to welcome this great quantity of beer, including the fact that few days ago he was sick like a dog ? After all, he wasn’t spiteful. This is a present, he have to accepted it by being polite. He have to enjoy it and maybe drunkenness will make him forgot his melancholy. He grab the big glass with his hands, he dipped his lips on the beer and drank a bit of it.
« It’s not good as the one they served at the Green Dragon » he thought and take another sip. « By the way, it will be better with a slice of meat pie with some potatoes... and carrots »
Near the counter, Kili joined his elder brother to take another beer. He noticed that Fili was watched fixedly the dreamy hobbit, his nose in is mug.
« He ordered a pint ? » the younger wondered
« No, I did. I ordered a pint for him» the blond corrected «It’s the best we can do after all that we done to him »
« Yeah… But I will never forget that he takes our uncle away from us! » the younger grumbled «Since we left,Thorin never stop being gentle with him and glare at us when his fiancé’s got a dizziness ! It’s alright now ! He’s no longer sick ! »
« Kili ! Don’t start again with that! You’ve got me, Isn’t that enough for you ? »
« It’s not what I want to say…. Thorin is ours ! »
If the elder was ready to leave is uncle done what he wanted to do but it was not the same case for the younger. Fili couldn’t help find that sulky face really sweet. He was looking at his little brother, Fili’s eyes stopped on his lips. He remembered that night when Thorin punished the two of them for half killed the Hobbit, that night when he found out that he loved and desired Kili more than anyone else. I saw again those same lips, busy under the inflated member of their uncle. He wish to make them his propriety once again, feels Kili’s tongue played with his own . If he wasn’t able to control himself, he will kissed him passionately, here, now. But in full light and in front of the others wasn’t very correct… But he wanted… He wanted it bad… His brother abruptly pulls his dream :
« What’s so special with him ? » Kili grumbled again
« Kili… » the blond sighed
« But look at him ! He’s small and clumsy, useless, insignificant… »
« Kili… » his brother tried again, without success or motivation either
Taking advantage of the absence of the innkeeper, Kili jumped behind the counter and taking out a bottle of peer liquor
« I’m going to make him talk by my way ! »
« Kili ! Stop ! I make the promise to stop bothering Bilbo ! »
The younger one didn’t listening and went sit in front of the Hobbit, who had finish his glass of beer. Kili put a small glass over Bilbo and full it with liquid. The Hobbit was leery, he didn’t move, retailer the glass then bottle and the dwarf in front of him.
« Don’t you like the peer liquor ? »
« Yes… »
« For Durin sake ! »
The young dwarf took the glass and drank it in one go. He put it on the table and fill out it again.
« It’s alright ! I’m not going to poisoned you ! I’m here to apologies ! »
Bilbo stood for a moment questioning. But he accepted the beer of Fili, he couldn’t refuse this glass without hunt the pride of the dwarf and risk to a holy mess in the company. The dwarves have to defend their honor and they will not budge. He grabbed the glass with a trembling hand and gulped before the rest of the table. Kili smiled. He poured a 3rd time the liquor in the glass before drinking it and give it full to Bilbo. This quickly understood in what wanted to get the young dwarf itself was pretty good at that game. After all, that he may change ideas.
The glasses were scrolling and bottle emptying gradually left both competitors win by intoxication and sometimes ranted incomprehensible sentences between sips.
« No it’s the beer from Bywater which is the best ! »Bilbo jointed
« So me, I said that nothing in this Middle Earth is better than the beer which we drink in Grey Mountains ! »
« You dwarfs… Nothing is more important than your mountains ! Nothing else count for you ! Expecting gold or diamonds maybe... »
Hearing that, Kili felt is heart squeezing. No, there isn’t just gold and diamonds:
« You are counting for my uncle »
« Why do you say that ? Because he’s been kind one time with me ? He is King after all, he’s thinking about his kingdom and his people… But me… Me… After the end of this adventure, I must go home and he will forgive me... No dwarfs needs a buglarhobbit »
The alcohol vapors were undoubtedly enough lucidity started the semi-man emptied it without thinking. Kili, meanwhile, still thinking clearly and could not believe what he was hearing. Bilbo then launched into an endless monologue.
« When I’ll finish my mission, I will be useless… And if I fail, what would append, can you tell me ? I’m not a minor, nether a smith… I’m not a dwarf… I’m not good at something in particular.. I’m a buglar who never stolen in his whole life… Even if Thorin said the contrary… What have I stolen ?… So ?... What have I stolen ?... His heart ?… It surprised me ! It isn’t my heart that he wants! It’s the mountain’s one !... The Arkenstone.. The Mountain… There is nothing else then that in his heart and in his head ! »
The young dwarf was shared between happiness and deception to see the lack of trust that the Hobbit had toward his uncle, toward his King, and the affection that he gives to him. Jugging that the alcohol make him said rubbish (or that Bilbo kept his card close to the chest). The dwarf jugging that it was time for his companion to go sleeping. He called his brother who left his glass on the counter which was too high for him and joined them.
«It does not take alcohol, there's nothing to learn as much sleep do... »
The blond sighed and helped Bilbo to stand up. Kili caught flying glass that just missed the burglar to break down. His movements were so uncoordinated that Fili was hold by his jacket like a puppet to avoid that also goes to meet the heavy stone slabs.
On the other side of the hall, Thorin looked up from his plate and saw his two nephews take nowhere her lover as a disjointed puppet. By the beard of Durin, what dirty trick still preparing these two ? Then he rose from his stool and was preparing to leave when a client of the hostel begin to spoke :
« So tell me, little lords, what did you do here in Miekwood ? We never seen such company like yours until… Wow ! Not in my time I supposed ! »
Ori who was drunk, tented to make a sentence which was perfectly understandable before that Thorin or another dwarf can lied about the origins and the goal of this expedition. An old man sober as little as the youngest dwarves was believed that he understood something :
« Gold ?! But there is some, far away, in the mountains, on the other side of the forest! »
Hearing this, Thorin lose track of what he planned to do and be careful to understand as much as possible what the old drunkard was saying :
« Large rooms made of jewelry, full of gold! I went there long time ago »
« Stop saying nonsense ! » cut the neighbor table by giving him an elbow, laughing
« But his is true ! I saw it ! Gold everywhere ! »
« And you don’t packed some with you ? » the other making fun of him
Meanwhile, Fili and Kili were busy to prepare Bilbo going to sleep. Not that the hobbit is particularly difficult to master but he moved like a child who doesn’t want to sleep. He jabbered incessantly sentences more or less coherent and the two brothers listened with half an ear. Suddenly he grabbed with both hands Fili’s shirt and looked him straight in the eyes with a look of despair :
« You. I’m sure you can tell me how to please a dwarf ? »
« Why are you asking this ? You want to take away my brother too ? » Fili screamed, felling that the wrath and tears was coming. His brother didn’t know what to say. « What do I have to do to please Thorin ? » The burglar added still innocently
« Don’t you see that he did already ? Where’s the Hobbit ? Be careful to the Hobbit ! Protect the Hobbit ! The hobbit here, The Hobbit there… It’s like the others are blind ! And Gandalf ! It’s clear that he knows everything ! but he must make fun at us under his big hat, for sure ! »
« To please a dwarf » The blond says « Don’t let him talk »
While his younger brother was busy poured out his anger on Bilbo who was not listening, Fili caught him by his hair and kissed him passionately without letting him the chance to go or argue about that. He took the lead, almost imposing his tongue under Kili’s one until breathless. When their lips separated and that Fili released his taking in the hair of young dwarf, Kili looks becoming suddenly mute blushing with blighting lips :
« Like that » the blond concluded
« Oooooooooooh ! Like that !... » nodded Bilbo without a move, eyes and mouth open up « And then ? »
« Then ?... Look carefully... »
Fili undid his brother’s belt without difficulty and throw quickly Kili’s clothes away
« Hey ! Not in fro- »
Kili didn’t have the pleasure to finish his answer, his brother taken his lips again and cladded him on a wall. The blond had passed a hand under his shirt, moving up on his chest. Stroking and twisting a knob of flesh, Kili felt that his brother refrained to groan. So he opened his own shirt and skipped it on his elbows to make sure that he can’t move . The elder began to mark Kili’s neck and shoulders, leaving red marks. The youngest was biting his lips, trying to hold back her sighs and moans. Suddenly, while observing carefully, head tilted to the side, Bilbo interrupted them:
« Does that really works ?... »
Fili sighed. Clearly, this hobbit too talkative beginning to annoy. It was the time to make him quite. He left his younger brother, breathing hardly and a little bit lost, to sit up the hobbit on the bed too high for them. Without wondered, he dropped his suspenders and unbuttoned his shorts. Half surprising, He discovered the lib which was already inflated, alcohol obviously did not affect the effect of the spectacle which he had been entitled. Fili took it by one hand and began a slow vertical movement, alternating pressure and slackening’s. Bilbo felt his breathing goes quickly and his heart beating faster and faster. The elder king’s nephew bent down and brushed his tongue against the hobbit’s virility. He could not restrain a sigh of pleasure:
« You know it works when he started to moan like you done just now » Fili said with a lower voice
The blonde threw a glance at his brother : Kili didn’t moved an inch. He watched the scene, imagining him instead of Bilbo. The young dwarf knew better than anyone how his brother was good with his hands in those moments. His body remembered it as if his fingers traveled currently him. Pretending not to notice, Fili knelt and resumed his activity. He slid his mouth on the lib of the hobbit, beginning a back and forth movement more and more pressing. Bilbo had tipped his head back and could no longer keep her moans to be unheard. Under such treatment, his whole body tensed, his hands clenched on the fur bed. Soon he felt his manhood swell and he freed himself from the lips of the dwarf. Bilbo dropped back on the bed, foggy mind. Fili then stood up and looked at his brother who looked away, blushing to the ears feel so cramped in his pants. Undoing his own belt and getting rid of his breastplate and his shirt, blond beckoned him with a smirk. The youngest was executed without thinking and sat on the edge of the bed. Fili relieved him of his pants and laid gently on the fur bedspread, legs in the air and positioned himself between her thighs.
« I’m going to show you why I don’t want our uncle anymore now » He whispered and his ear
With all the kindness and the love he had for his little brother, he placed burning kisses of passion on the torso under him and stroking it. With one arm, the eldest raised one knee of Kili, while his other hand sought the entry of privacy. He prepared as his uncle had told him: first one finger, then a second, not to hurt him. When he felt the muscles were finally relaxed, he withdrew his fingers. His younger brother could not suppress a groan of frustration. Burning of desire, Fili stood quickly to this entry there and drove a shot hip too abrupt, tearing at Kili a cry of surprise and pain involved. The older of the two dwarves waited a few moments her lover become accustomed to its presence in him before beginning a slow movement with his hips. The blond felt increasingly fevered see Kili surrender to him, moaning and arching his hands against his body. He lusted him, he wanted him, his little brother, and he wanted for himself only and nobody else, not even Thorin. His uncle would only settle for Bilbo, it did not matter since he had Kili. And just at this moment, he had all to himself. This idea was enough to make him forget the presence of the intruder on the other side of the bed. Nothing else mattered as Kili. It did not take long for the two nephews of King release almost simultaneously with a cry of pleasure barely stifled.
They took the time to find a regular breathing before getting roughly their business and go to bed against one another in the next bed. Bilbo, meanwhile, did not seem to be able to make conversation, whatever the subject. He was sleeping off and dozing, dreaming aloud same time, scruffy, feet on the pillows.