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GatheringFiKi - Events Calendar 2024
By popular demand, we present to you our best laid plans for the upcoming months!
10th of February 2024 - Kink + H/C Bingos - Announcement
17th of February 2024 - Kink + H/C Bingos - Cards posted, Collections open
17th of Feb - 17th of Mar 2024 - Kink + H/C Bingos - Stories/art posted
30th of March 2024 - AUpocalypse - Announcement
30th of March - 28th of April 2024 - AUpocalypse - Stories/art posted
18th of May 2024 - FiKi Week - Announcement (Themes/Prompts)
22nd - 28th of June 2024 - FiKi Week - Stories/art posted
27th of July 2024 - Drabble Challenge 8 - Announcement
3rd - 4th of August 2024 - Drabble Challenge 8
24th of August 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Announcement (min. 10 people sign up, otherwise it won't run)
24th - 31st of August 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Sign-ups
31st of August 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Pairs announced
3rd of October 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Works are due
12th of October 2024 - Trick or Treat - Announcement
19th - 31st of October 2024 - Trick or Treat - Prompts available
16th of November 2024 - 12 Days of Christmas - Announcement, Photosets available
13th - 24th of December 2024 - 12 Days of Christmas - Photosets/stories/art posted
A few comments, to give context to the calendar above:
There will be fewer events in 2024 than in our peak periods, but more than we thought there would be! We've gone by the Survey, to ensure all the top-scoring ones make an appearance in 2024.
However, next year we will try to mix it up and re-visit some of the events that didn't make it this year, or some new ones. Except 12 Days of Christmas and the FiKi Week - those are a given.
If you are into Britchell/Mitchers, please be aware that there is also the Britchell Tumblr organising events related to that pairing. Go, check them out. We've tried to make sure that the events don't clash - which is why we have some gaps.
Our sidebar on GatheringFiKi has been updated accordingly with links to this calendar and latest events. ;)
Hope this helps! Stay tuned for further details in due course :)
~gatheringfiki
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These were the photosets I did for the Gatheringfiki holiday event. Thanks to @linane-art for welcoming my contributions and thanks to the writers that made stories to go with the images: @miaulady @marigoldvance @lazysaturdayonthebeach @bradner
Pretty colors, pretty boys, pretty stories. What's not to like?
Thank you, thank you everyone! Glad everyone liked them and were inspired to write for them--happy to help!
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Gathering Fiki Trick or Treat 2023 10/22 prompt submission
Trick prompt for 22/10: The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice God of Harvest desires.
Content Warning: Durincest,sibling incest, Smut, Dub Con (but not really, just situationally not ideal), ritual sex, harvest rituals (but the sexy kind), evil entities, At-Least-He's-Pretty levels of intelligence from Thorin
Author's note: Not edited or beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks @gatheringfiki and @linane-art for organizing this!
Read under the cut or check it out on Ao3!
What The God of Harvest Wants
Dwalin didn’t like the idea of bringing the lads along this time. If Thorin was so hellbent on taking back their kingdom one day, he didn’t see the necessity of it. His lord and cousin reasoned that if it had to be done (which Dwalin still was not at all convinced that it did) it was better to ease his heirs into understanding this pivotal observance over a long period of time, rather than shock them with it all at once. They were reasonably intelligent boys; give them long enough and perhaps they would put two and two together and spare them the trouble of having to explain too much outright.
The uncle of said youths also happened to loathe difficult conversations with his nephews, and left as much of it as he could to Balin, their mother, or even more troublingly, Dwalin. Unlike his brother, Dwalin wasn’t exactly known for being chatty . When the terrors had been younger, it had been easy enough to explain it away as a yearly hunting trip. The boys were needed in Ered Luin with their mother, and were too unskilled to traverse the dangerous lands that were ideal for hunting in the autumn. In truth, it was up to the Ri brothers to do the actual hunting in the usual places while Dwalin and Thorin saw to the venerated ritual.
The dwarrow of Erebor did not historically acknowledge a God of Harvest. Unfortunately for their people, they had left Erebor long ago, driven from their homeland by a fire-wyrm. Along the arduous journey of many years across Middle Earth, there had been endless hidden rules to learn about the upper world and its surface-dwelling peoples; some that could be learned by listening and observing and other, far more bitter lessons that could only be learned the hard way. Immigrating a large group of non-indigenous dwarrow to a place once known as Belegost - a mountain kingdom that was half crumbling into the sea and the echoes of ages past still haunted the very stone - had not come without its lessons. Whether they had ever in the past acknowledged a God of Harvest didn’t matter, for the land they dwelled in commanded it now.
Dwarrow also were not historically known for assimilating, but desperate times called for desperate measures. They’d been warned in no uncertain terms when they arrived in the area of how the land demanded a tribute in the fallow season, but for the first several years had been too stubborn to listen. Thorin especially brushed it off as human superstition, halfling nonsense, and elvish lies. Eventually, when their settlement in Ered Luin began to require more of their food in trade than was sustainable to afford for their people, and likewise the surrounding communities were running out of food to sell to them , Thorin finally agreed to look into the matter.
Town by town the story varied - how the tradition had begun, or what entity it was even for, and why. In dark days, some said, it required a higher price to be paid, but thankfully there was no one alive with any living memory of those times. Now it seemed satisfied - if not fiercely insistent - that any community with more than a half dozen families perform the rite during the season of gwivashazdînmerag , within a fortnight of Durin’s Day. Dwalin and Thorin typically timed it so that they returned within two or three days of the sacred holiday and could celebrate their arrival with a traditional feast in the company of their kin.
It had been the two of them from the very beginning. Thorin could not bear to dole out the responsibility to anyone but himself and his closest companion. It was less of a violation this way, since they were already frequent visitors to each other’s beds. Having a shag on top of an eerie altar in front of a shadowy figure that only appeared when they went looking for it during that particular season in that particular wood wasn’t bad as far as “sacrifices” went, in Dwalin’s opinion. Though it seemed more like the kind of thing done in spring, but who was Dwalin to question the will of… whatever peeping-tom, immortal wraith needed the yearly humping display?
If he were being honest, he looked forward to this now. They never had a bad time, at any rate. Less so this year he could only presume. The boys, though both of age (Kili just a couple years ago), were company that tested his patience even on his best days. They would be full of endless questions as to why they weren’t hunting. They weren’t likely to stay where instructed or do as they were told, and the only reason Dwalin hadn’t outright refused this idiotic idea was because, somehow, he and Thorin had never been interrupted during the act.
There must have been some mystical force field (probably all that fog that would suddenly surround them when they stumbled upon the right place) or magic that kept others away while he and Thorin were otherwise occupied. They never saw anyone else there, either, though presumably other settlements sent pairs to settle their accounts. Once the deed was done, the fog would gradually disappear, and they would find their way once more, and reunite with their companions who stood guard to wait for them. (Balin and Nori had been keen to test all the factors they could think of when investigating the rite. It wouldn’t do for the common people to find out what their prince got up to in the name of a mysterious, un-dwarrow power.)
(It would look to their people precisely like what Dwalin suspected it actually was, given the history of their place of habitation. Dark magic. Dark magic that was better off being appeased than opposed.)
There was practically no chance they would be found out, but there was every chance of the lads getting into some stupid trouble while he and their uncle’s backs were turned.
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The sun had set hours ago, and Fili didn’t think he could hold Kili back any longer. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His brother was wearing down the grass where he paced in worry. Something was wrong, and his priority wasn’t convincing Kili the opposite was true anymore. It was finding out what had happened to their uncle and Dwalin.
He hated admitting it but his brother was right. Something hadn’t been normal about this from the start. Thorin and Dwalin had been downright shifty about this trip - telling them to pack less than they usually would for a hunt, and then there had been the intense but nearly silent fight between their mother and uncle before they left. Dwalin wasn’t exactly verbose but even his grimace was grimmer than usual. They’d been instructed to make camp by an outcrop of stones a quarter league or so away from the treeline. Before they watched their elders disappeare into the forest, Thorin had said to expect them shortly after sundown. Midnight had come and gone, and there had been no sign of them.
“So?” Kili pressed, eyeing the small fire they had lit then squinting into the darkness toward the forest.
“Alright. But swear to me,” Fili growled as his little brother immediately started breaking down the camp, “that you will not leave my sight, nor let me leave yours. Should-to-shoulder the whole time, am I clear?”
“Yes, uncle ,” Kili hissed irritably and kicked dirt into the fire.
Fili sighed and rolled his eyes, and tried not to dwell on how alluring Kili looked as his little brother shouldered his bow and silently made his way forward with all the skills and sudden focus of a seasoned tracker. Frowning, scowling, and seething (not to mention the occasional, unexpected bout of competence ) brought out an attractiveness in his naddith that Fili couldn’t quite explain. Thankfully he could hardly give himself away by provoking his brother’s temper, and Kili never seemed to suspect his elder brother wasn’t just doing it to get a rise out of him.
Such thoughts were unworthy of him as a crown prince and older brother. These facts had never stopped the thoughts, unfortunately. Appropriateness of time and place seemed to have little influence over him, either. Now, for instance, when he should have been focused on finding his uncle and Dwalin, he was far more distracted by the moonlight shining down through the trees and alighting Kili’s chestnut hair in a mesmerizing dapple. The glinting silver braid-bead Fili had made and gifted Kili for his latest name day glittered as his brother moved fluidly over the hard ground. Feigning ignorance when his mother asked him why it looked so much like a courting bead was also below him, but he’d done it nonetheless. It was probably because, he had assured her carefully, his very favorite bead ever crafted was worn in her hair, and had been crafted by none other than his belated father. He must have been unconsciously thinking of that.
His mother wasn’t a sentimental dwarrowdam, except in some cases. It had worked to throw her off. When Bofur had joked at Kili’s name day celebration about it, Fili simply told everyone he knew it was the only one Kili would ever get, and Fili was just doing his naddith a favor.
The ensuing fight had been enough to turn everyone’s attention from it. He’d apologized to Kili that night. Knowing his little brother was still sulking under his covers, he’d slipped into bed beside him instead of going to his own, and admitted that he’d been embarrassed by the coincidence and shouldn’t have used Kili to side-step his own humiliation. He didn’t really believe Kili would never receive a courting bead. Seeing how easy it was for Kili to get along with others, he’d probably receive one far sooner than Fili ever would.
He sighed and shook his head to chase away the memory, then realized suddenly he had no idea where they were. The clear skies and moonlight were gone. They were surrounded by thin, gnarled trees on all sides. When had they entered the forest? Where was the path? Where had all this fog come from?
Kili had gone deadly still, likely realizing their predicament at the same time as Fili. He turned slowly to his brother, eyes wide with confusion.
Did you see how we got here? Fil hastily signed.
Kili shook his head frantically.
Stay calm, Fili tried to remind him.
Fili! It must be wights!
Fili shook his head sternly. Stop. Not helping. Torch.
Kili immediately scrambled to retrieve the wood and cloth from his pack, only to turn around and find it suddenly gone. Fili reached for his dagger and realized that he, too, had been relieved of his gear and weapons. Fog began to thicken and swirl around them and they quickly drew closer to one another, back to back as they tried to see through the thick clouds.
“Fili —”
“Don’t let go of me!” Fili shouted, and they linked hands. As soon as it began, it was over. Suddenly the fog fell - as if it were suddenly pulled down to the ground - and swirled lazily at their feet. They were in a clearing now, the looming trees now further away, and they both laid eyes at the raised structure in the middle of the area at the same time.
“What is that ?” Kili whispered loudly, but made no move to go investigate. It looked to Fili like an altar or large throne of some sort. There was no other way to explain it but that the stone it was made of looked… wrong. Foul. A sheenless black rock, it was marbled with a brown, almost red mineral that he didn’t recognize, and great, thick, thorned, black vines grew around it almost like a grotesque frame. Odd as it was to notice, there was a small bowl perched on a raised part of the stone - where one might consider the arm of a chair to be.
Graced am I by the youngest of Durin’s sons.
A voice felt at first like it might split their eardrums and carried pain and terror throbbed around them, and immediately they both fell to their knees and covered their ears. It did nothing, since the voice was inside them as well.
The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice the God of Harvest desires. The would-be king and his loyal dog have come as they have each year before, yet it is now the golden king of years-to-come and his beloved who will satisfy me. Do as I command, and not only will your people prosper through another winter, but I will make a way that you may follow home .
Fili and Kili looked at each other, fear written in their eyes, but also the resignation that there was nothing they could do but face the creature. Slowly looked up to see a shroud of darkness before them. Like the blackest, putrid smoke bleeding outward from a void, just hovering there menacingly.
“What…” Fili swallowed and almost choked with how parched he had become, “what have you done… with our kin?”
They seek me, but they will not find me. Never again. You will bear the responsibility. You will lead, and be followed. Hear me, Fili, son of Vili, crown prince of Erebor. Do as I command and you will be reunited. They do not have what I require, but you and Kili do.
Kili flinched at the mention of his name. Whatever was going on, it seemed like it had no interest in Dwalin and Thorin, and was only keeping them separated until it had what it wanted. Whatever that was.
“What is it you want?” he said more resolutely this time, and dared to stand while his brother followed unsteadily after him.
It is good, is it not, when interests align? What is it you want, oh prince? Show me. Take your brother to my altar and show me what you want, and I will be satisfied. As your elders have done and returned faithfully year after year, do as I command now and you will never need to return here again. As promised, a path will be laid for you and your kin to the solitary mountain.
“As our elders have done?” Kili managed to inquire shakily. “What have they done? What path? What do you want?”
“Kili —” Fili tried to stop him.
A splitting, white-hot pain flashed in their skulls and visions passed behind their eyes. They saw a vast land beyond the Blue Mountains, where the sea should have been. Mighty kingdoms were built and crumbled in seconds and the lands changed rapidly before them. A malevolent presence lingered out of sight as the ages came and went, and suddenly they were back in the clearing, eyes open and pain gone. Faded shadows of people of all sorts passed before them like echos. Always two at a time, walking swiftly to the altar and falling atop each other in a rush of lust and passion. An elf and a woman, two humans, two halflings, a halfling and an elf - the combinations were varied and endless, until finally they found themselves watching in growing alarm as the shadowy figures of Dwalin and their uncle approached the altar.
“Alright, alright! Enough! We get the point!” Fili panicked as the two reached the bottom of the stone and turned toward one another.
“You… you want us to have sex for you?” Kili recoiled. “What kind of load is —”
“Kili shut up!” Fili snarled.
You cannot comprehend my reasoning, young mortal? Tell me, littlest prince of the Longbeards, what do my reasons amount to, to you? When it doesn’t even matter what they are, for you will take any reason, whether nonsensical or otherwise?
“Stop talking to it,” the elder prince warned.
Who is to say you didn’t pray for this again and again at night, Kili, while you laid so innocently next to your elder brother and tried to think of good reasons not to touch yourself. Or more importantly, reasons not to touch him —
“Stop it!” Kili shouted.
“Kili look at me,” Fili insisted and grabbed his brother by his shoulders. “We can’t let this thing get into our heads —”
Far too late for that, dear lion. What things would your little brother see in your noble head, should I show him?
Fili quickly averted his eyes from Kili’s gaze and released his shoulders.
Of course, there is always another path. It is the one where you do not do as I command. In consequence, not just your people will suffer my wrath for this insult. I will ensure the line of Durin cannot endure from your branch, and your legacy will wither, and a Fell winter will spread across the land for generations. Make your choice, princes.
“Kili… I can’t make you do this,” Fili ground out, still refusing to meet his brother’s gaze. “If we run —”
“Run?” Kili spat, nearly hysterically. “To where? To tell uncle we refused this thing? That a Fell Winter and the end of your line is coming? We cannot bring this ruin upon an entire region! Maybe… maybe Thorin didn’t stumble upon this with the last person he wanted to even look at the way you’ve had to, but it couldn’t have been easy for them either. Let’s… let's just get it done as they have. Just… close your eyes and think of some lass and then we can leave .”
Fili’s eyes snapped up and he stared at his brother with a horrified expression.
“Kili you can’t be serious! I’m not going to force you —”
“You’re not forcing me! Hello! Look at me! I’m agreeing to do this and get on with it! So quit feeling sorry for yourself and —”
“I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I’m feeling sorry for you ! I know… I know you never planned your first to be with… with me. I’m your brother, you wouldn’t, you don’t —”
“And I’m so sure you’re just bursting with excitement to have to share a hump with your pathetic little brother who has no beard and is a spare and is just exactly your idea of who you’d like to take to some haunted sex ritual.”
It was then, Fili believed but couldn’t be sure, that the black-void-entity still hovering next to them sighed impatiently.
“Don’t say that,” Fili muttered awkwardly. “You know I hate that. You’re not a spare . Not to me.”
“Well then… stop torturing yourself over what you think you’re doing to me. We’re here, looks like we’re the chosen ones… let’s just… do it.”
They shared a hesitant moment before Kili warily stepped around the mass of floating black to approach the altar.
“Ugh, this looks like the least comfortable place for a fuck,” he grumbled, and Fili shook his head at the audacity on display in his brother that he should still have the gall to complain.
“Ew, what is this…? For Durin’s sake,” his brother scowled as he dipped a finger into the bowl Fili had previously noticed and rubbed his fingers together to inspect the substance.
To ease your joining, young one. Now proceed, for I have indulged your cowardly hesitation long enough.
The smoke faded into nothing, but neither of the princes was foolish enough to believe the thing had actually left . They could still feel the heavy, unpleasant presence whether or not it was visible.
Fili rubbed the back of his neck, nerves like he had never known before kept him rooted to the spot while his brother continued to inspect the profane structure.
“Well, I don’t suppose it’s, uh, I mean, you’re the elder and um… the future king. I suppose… I should…”
“Should what?” Fili blurted.
“Take… the um… su-su, hm,” he cleared his throat as a blush rose high on his cheeks. “The submissive… position. Right?”
“I don’t —”
“Yeah, okay. That should work. I’ll just… should I get all the way undressed, or —”
FIli couldn’t take this anymore one way or another, and since there was no getting out of it, he needed to take action. He couldn’t leave his brother to shoulder this responsibility entirely.
“Sit,” Fili said firmly, though he didn’t feel an ounce of the confidence that his voice feigned. Kili immediately sat atop the “seat” and looked up at his brother with wide, trusting eyes. “Just follow my instructions.”
Fili knelt before his brother and placed his hands on his knees and gently pulled them apart, keeping his eyes on Kili’s face for any sign of distress. He inhaled shapely when Fili slowly slid his hands up his thighs and unclasped the buckle of his trousers.
“Okay?” FIli asked.
Kili swallowed hard and nodded. He ran his tongue across his lips and Fili was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to do the same. Slowly, very slowly, he leaned forward and pointedly looked at Kili’s lips before looking back up at his warm, brown eyes for permission. The slightest nod of affirmation, and Fili closed the distance between them at the same time he cupped his brother’s length.
His brother’s very hard length. Fili didn’t have time to think about that as Kili gasped against his mouth and he took the opportunity to taste him, finally . His naddith groaned and gave as good as he got, reaching up to grip Fili’s mane and pull him closer, caressing his tongue with his own with enthusiasm and more skill than Fili couldn’t account for. He stroked his brother firmly but slowly, gathering precum at the tip of his cock to smear along the length. He wanted to look at him, see him hard and weeping and even better yet, swallow him down, but he couldn’t. Whatever mind tricks Kili had played on himself to get his body to play along wouldn’t pass for tricks from Fili if he let his guard down. It would be obvious he wanted Kili.
That thing had all but revealed his secret, but his brother had obviously been too panicked to understand what it was saying.
This was the thing he’d wanted more than anything - more than his uncle’s approval or even his mother’s love, and yes, even more than Erebor. To be able to have it, but not … to taste it but not be allowed to swallow, to have his brother under him but only by the force of their circumstances, never to happen again… it was torture.
“S-stop, stop, Fili —” Kili suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back and Fili recoiled as if he’d been burned. This was it, Fili had crossed the line, Kili couldn’t bear it —
“Don’t make me come before you. But please,” Kili panted, “don’t stop.”
Fili swallowed and furrowed his brow but nodded, dumbfounded. What were they doing ? Had this creature done something to make Kili want it?
Burning with internal heat, Fili tore off his leathers while Kili did the same. Fili helped him pull off his boots and tried not to feel like a creep for looking at his brother the way he was. With just their linen tunics between them now, Kili slowly reclined fully against the stone, while Fili hovered above him.
“I-I need,” Fili fumbled to say, “the uh… I need to… stretch you, so it won’t… so I don’t…”
Kili nodded and looked away as he spread his legs apart. A wave of dizziness almost threatened to overwhelm him as Fili tried with all his might not to see his beloved brother, hard and panting, spread out underneath him. He was there, right there, he couldn’t not see him, but he wasn’t allowed. This wasn’t allowed .
Trembling, he reached up to the bowl and drenched three fingers in the slippery fluid. He eased himself between his brother’s thighs, spreading him even further before Fili than before and took as steadying breath as he placed a finger at the furl of his entrance.
“Try to relax and push against my finger. It might sting and when it does, try to breathe and relax every muscle as much as possible. Don’t try to be brave, tell me if I hurt you immediately. Do you understand?”
“ Yes uncle ,” Kili snarked and the comment worked to break some of the tension between them. Fili rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss his silly naddith on the forehead before returning to his lips. Kili again gasped against his mouth when Fili began circling the tight bud with more intention, and he distracted him with more deep, lingering kisses for several long minutes as he eased the first finger in. By the gods he wished he could tell Kili how beautiful he was when he threw his head back and whined, but he settled instead for drawing more noises of pleasure from him by kissing and licking and nibbling along the pale flesh offered. The second finger required even more distraction, and Fili trailed his hungry mouth down his brother’s sternum and teased and sucked his nipples until he was loose enough to accommodate Fili thrusting and stretching his digits inside his tight clench. Fili only wrapped his hand around his hard length again when he finally slid in a third finger, and Kili simultaneously begged for him to wait, please wait, but don’t ever stop, please more.
Kili held his own legs up and apart for his brother as Fili lined his neglected cock up with his brother’s wet, spasming hole. With a sense of dismay, Fili realized he would think about this moment every time he took someone to bed for the rest of his life.
“Please, Fili,” Kili pleaded, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. What he was begging for Fili couldn’t really know, or refused to believe. He took another breath and pressed forward into his brother’s virgin entrance and tried not to lose himself entirely to the tight, hot, embrace of his baby brother’s body. Kili went utterly still beneath him, eyes fixed on Fili’s in what looked like wonder. The sound of his breath leaving him as Fili bottomed out was exquisite, and suddenly Kili was pulling at him, clawing at his shirt and trying to wrap his legs around his older brother’s thick trunk unsuccessfully. Fili steadied Kili’s hips, mindful not to hurt him while Kili strained against him in a rush to seek whatever he was seeking.
“Kili, what are you —”
“Ungh, oh gods, please, please, move naddith, please —”
“Shh, shh, stay still. I’ll give it to you, I promise, just lay still.” If he continued to squirm like that, Fili was going to come, and fast. No matter what Kili said, there was no way Fili was letting himself come first. Kili trembled beneath him but stopped his frantic movements, and Fili slowly pulled out, then slowly thrust back in. Kili groaned and dropped his head back against the stone again, and Fili took the opportunity to bury himself in his brother’s neck, nearly bending the younger in half. Kili didn’t complain and only rolled his hips in time to meet Fili’s next slow thrust, and he cried out brokenly and squeezed his thighs against Fili’s sides as a result of the coordination.
“Fuck, Fili, oh fuck, fuck —”
“Kili, oh gods, naddith, oh fuck —”
“Feels good, Fee, fuck it feels so good. More, more, fuck me harder Fili, please —”
“Ah!” Fili said in surprise, both at what his little brother had just said, but also at how his hips kicked forward of their own volition to deliver a much rougher thrust than he’d yet given.
“Yes! Fuck yes please! Please Fili, please —”
Fili couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed himself up on his hands and delivered several hard thrusts that sent his brother’s voice into the trees and sky. “Fili! Oh gods, I’m gonna come, fuck, please, please Fili just come inside of me, please come inside of me, please —”
Fili was falling before he could stop himself and he leaned over and sank his teeth into Kili’s shoulder, delivering thrusts that sent Kili sliding up the stone so that his head hung over the other side, licking the bright red marks in apology.
“Yes Kili fuck yes ah ah AH KILI —”
Fili relished the feeling of hot, wet seed and his brother’s nails tearing the flesh down his back as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before in his life. As his brother had demanded, he spilled himself inside his naddith, growling and groaning against the abused flesh of his little brother’s shoulder as the pleasure of his orgasm was ripped from his loins, and the evidence of it flooded Kili’s passage.
Almost immediately the atmosphere changed. Rays of dawn light broke through the clouds and the air felt warmer, and less malevolent. Kili blinked and shared his awareness, paying more attention now to their changing surroundings than the fact that Fili was still inside of him.
Carefully and with far more gentleness than he’d ever let Kili witness him showing, Fili pulled out and dutifully helped his little brother wipe himself clean. They both dressed in silence, not bothering to address the situation or ask where the thing had gone. They turned their backs to the altar to rearrange their clothing, and once they turned back around, it was gone. The trees were close again, and there was a clear path back to the edge of the forest.
Stranger still than all these happenings was that Dwalin and Thorin were waiting for them by their campsite when they returned, a deer, a boar, and two bags full of quail between them. They welcome Kili and Fili back as if nothing at all was amiss.
When Fili tried to question them about what had happened, and had begun to tell the tale of what they had been through (just up to the point of encountering the entity , and no further), Thorin and Dwalin looked at them both with so much concern that Fili and Kili eventually dropped it, and played it off as a bad joke. Fili could never really be sure, because perhaps this was how his uncle had meant it to happen. Or, perhaps, the entity had removed Thorin and Dwalin’s memory of the rite entirely. It had said that the rite would no longer be required if Fili did as it asked.
As for him and Kili, they eventually sorted it out. Any closer inspection of the event on either of their sides made clear that the longing had never been one sided. Despite it all amounting to having a shag on an eerie alter in front of a shadowy figure, they hadn’t had a bad time, really. As for the path it had set them on, sitting on the throne many years later with his beloved brother by his side as consort, Fili could only be strangely grateful for it all.
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Bloody harvest
GatheringFiKi Trick or Treat 2023
Trick: "The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice God of Harvest desires."
Pairing: Fili x Kili (AU)
Words: 624
Content Waring: Blood, Character death, rated Teen.
It had been a lean year, with the last harvest being as poor as it had been. But they had managed. They were a tight-knit community, and everyone had helped out. Fili and Kili might be kin to the magistrate but they had not been eating any better than anyone else in the village. Almost men they were, and if they could not eat properly, at least they could sate other hungers.
With this year's harvest moon soon upon them, and the crops once again failing to grow, the atmosphere was a solemn one. Their storehouses were empty – they could not survive another year like this one.
In the gathering dusk, it was with heavy hearts the Elders decreed that a sacrifice had to be made. Not of corn and fruit, nor of gold and gems, not even of cow and goat, but of human life and blood.
And who better to appease the harvest god than the one among them with hair flowing as if spun by golden wheat, they said. Fit of body, in the prime of their life; the gods would not be satisfied with anything less, they said. A small, collective gasp went through the gathered crowd then, from fear and relief alike. Not a word raised in protest.
Kili would have spoken. Kili would have screamed – if not for the hand that was squeezing his own with a deadly grip, soundlessly asking him not to interfere. Fili was staring straight ahead, his golden head held high. Kili could sense the fear radiating from him, but also his resolve. Fili had already accepted his fate.
With a shaking voice, Kili begged for the knife then. If this was to be done, it should be done by him and no one else - by him who loved Fili the most. There could be no argument made against that, and the intricately carved knife hilt was solemnly pressed into his outstretched palm.
They walked away in the growing darkness. The silent eyes of their kindred watching them leave. Into the wheat field they went. Hand in hand – shoulder to shoulder. The stars and the waning moon giving them light to go by.
In the middle of the barren field they sank to their knees, facing each other, foreheads touching, their breathing forever in sync with the other’s. The fingers of Kili’s right hand were curled around the knife whose sharp blade gleamed and mirrored the sliver of the moon above them. The fingers of his left hand were intertwined with Fili’s, their grip unbroken since the reveal of their fates.
“I will follow you,” Kili told him.
“You should not,” Fili said in a barely audible whisper. But the grasp of his hand did not waver.
“I will.”
In low voices they addressed the God of Harvest, asking him to accept this gift of life in exchange for growing fields, plentiful harvests and the continued lives of their people. The words were carried off on the wind into the darkness, and when it returned it held the scent of fertile soil, growing grass and sweet, delicious nectar.
Their friends and families would eat. They would be together. That was enough.
As their lips brushed against each other’s, Kili sank the knife first into the heart of his lover, and then into his own – though they were the one and the same.
Pain and darkness enveloped him, but the only thought in Kili’s head was to not let go, that as long as he could hold on to Fili’s hand they would find each other again, in the next life, and the next.
The life-bringing blood seeped into the soil, coloring the earth red, and the God of Harvest was well pleased. For now.
#GF’s Trick or Treat 2023#fiki#fanfic#fili x kili#spooky season#silvermoon writes#gatheringfiki#blood
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GatheringFiKi Trick or Treat event 2023
Treat Prompt: They're running a Haunted Hotel together.
Pairing: Anders/Mitchell
Rating: T
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"I would never." Anders said decidedly, while simultaneously trying to stay awake. He did not really want to listen to Mitchell describing the insane dream he had a few nights ago, but Mitchell's naked body was plastered to his own, his head on Anders' shoulder, so Anders went along with it.
"That's not the point." Mitchell replied, clearly feeling put out by Anders' less than enthousiastic response. "I hardly ever dream of fun stuff. It's always- you know-". He did not say blood and screaming people, but Anders heard it nonetheless.
"How is dreaming of us running a haunted hotel together fun?"
"What's not to like? Meeting new people, talking to the ghosts, maybe even helping them solve their unsolved business."
"First of all, so much work, 24/7, always. Running a small business is a lot, could you imagine something as big as a hotel? No thank you."
Mitchell huffed, mumbling something about hiring people.
"That makes it even worse. Bragi would be working overtime to keep everybody happy and working. Managing Dawn is already a fulltime job."
"You're an asshole."
"My point exactly. It would not be fun to run a hotel with me. Also, ghosts creep me the fuck out."
"How are ghosts worse than a vampire?"
"You can't fuck a ghost."
"You're impossible." Mitchell complained, but hugging him tighter anyway.
"- to run a hotel with."
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GatheringFiKi Trick or Treat event 2023
Trick: Last Halloween one of them got his heart broken. This Halloween he's going to put it past him. Or is he…?
relationship: Mitchell/Anders
warning: blood, character death
Thanks @linane-art and @gatheringfiki and apologise for my terrible English.
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In Anders' dictionary, the word "Halloween" had never existed. He had no interest in picking up a pumpkin from the supermarket, nor did he fancy sporting a pair of silly bat wings on his back. Above all, he had no desire to open his door and find a group of kids draped in bed sheets, grinning foolishly and asking, "Trick or treat?"
No Trick. No treat.
Luckily, he lived in an apartment, and the security measures saves him from those chattering children.
Wait, not so lucky after all.
As Anders pulled out a bottle of beer and closed the fridge door, he found his boyfriend stooding by the sofa, holding a devilish headband and looking at him expectantly.
AND NO PUPPY EYES!
"If you dare to put that thing on my head, I promise you won't be allowed through my door from tomorrow," the god furrowed the brow.
"Fine, I'll wear it myself," Mitchell shrugged and placed the glowing red headband on his own head.
Anders arched an eyebrow, "Have a good night." Haunted houses and festive nights held no appeal for him.
"Hey! It's us going together!" The vampire seized the blonde attempting to slip away, lowered his head to nuzzle their foreheads, and drew them into a deep kiss.
With no need for breath, the vampire turned the kiss into a one-sided dominance. Anders gradually felt lightheaded due to the lack of oxygen. In his daze, he didn't realize when Mitchell removed his hands from Anders' waist, but he did notice that something had become entangled in his hair.
Mitchell restored his boyfriend's breath, saying, "Alright, let's go."
The disgruntled little god blinked and, after catching his breath, reached up to touch the item that had been placed on his head – a circlet.
"Since you're a 'god.'"
"Northman god," Anders rolled his eyes. "Bragi is not a flying baby without pants."
"That's not the point. Let's go."
Despite having Mitchell by his side, Anders remained uninterested in Halloween. The place was swarming with visitors dressed up as all sorts of vampires and ghosts, creating such a racket that he had to tug on the real vampire's collar each time just to lower his head enough to hear what he was saying. Oh, and they had to watch out for those agile "little ghosts" darting through the crowd.
Anders' gaze wandered aimlessly between the street's pumpkin lanterns and fluorescent skeleton costumes, finally settling on a candy-laden vendor cart by the roadside. "Maybe we can get some candy," Anders said, turning to look at the vampire. But Mitchell's attention was still elsewhere, as if he were searching for something.
"Mitchell? Mitchell!" Anders raised his voice.
"What?" the brunette turned his head around.
"I said we could get some candy," Anders' tone carried a hint of annoyance. "Just in case you feel like giving some to a little ghost who might bump into us."
He remembered Mitchell mentioning that when in England, they used to prepare a whole cookie tin full of candies for Halloween and wait for the doorbell to ring.
However, Mitchell's reaction took him completely by surprise. The vampire seemed to react as if stressed, his expression suddenly turning serious, almost angrily. He declined the suggestion and pulled him away from the candy cart.
?
Anders' dissatisfaction flared up as well. He had agreed to come to this Halloween market, which he didn't particularly like, with the idea of "accompanying Mitchell" tonight. But now, this fucking vampire was throwing a fit just because he suggested buying candy? But the only reason he wanted to buy candy is because giving out candy was Mitchell's tradition!
After being pulled along by Mitchell for a while, Anders realized that he seemed to have a specific destination in mind.
"Where are we going?" the god asked impatiently.
"To get some makeup."
"I beg you pardon?!"
"Makeup," Mitchell turned to look at him, "People do it for Halloween."
Anders immediately pulled his hand away. "If you like smearing all those colorful paints on your face, go ahead and turn your face into a graffiti wall. I don't like it."
"Happy?" Anders glared angrily at Mitchell. He had been given an exaggerated makeover, nearly unrecognizable.
The big puppy, also with a new face, nodded. He looked obedient, guilty, and remorseful, but with his makeup, it’s a bit comical.
The blonde fought the urge to pat this big puppy and sighed with a furrowed brow, "I'm hungry." He hadn't even had dinner to make it on time according to Mitchell's schedule.
The vampire, who had just settled down, became alert again upon hearing Anders' words. Unaware of his boyfriend's transformation, Anders pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked it, "There seems to be a restaurant not far ahead having a dinner party..."
"No!" Mitchell suddenly interrupted in a loud voice.
Startled, the little god hesitated for a few seconds, then ripped off the headband and flung it right at the vampire's chest.
"John Mitchell, I've had enough of you," Anders stared at him with a serious expression, his beautiful blue eyes reflecting the warm orange glow of the lights. If it weren't for the current atmosphere, Mitchell would have wanted to kiss them.
He rarely saw Anders genuinely angry, or rather, this was the only time.
But regardless, he wouldn't agree to Anders going to that restaurant.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but tonight, you haven't respected my opinions for a single second. Now I'm not interested in continuing to be your servant." He roughly ruffled his hair and muttered to himself, "Why the hell did I waste an entire evening on this?"
"Anders, I..."
"Ahh, SHUT UP." Anders interrupted Mitchell just as the vampire had interrupted him earlier. "That's it. I'm going home, and you can stay for your Halloween revelry."
Going home.
The words hit the vampire like a pin bursting a balloon, making him suddenly realize something.
Home.
Small, enclosed, controllable, home.
Why had he never thought that he could lock Anders in their room tonight? They didn't need any makeup or masks to hide themselves. As long as Anders didn't see anyone besides him, he would be safe, of course!
No, Anders didn't even need to see him! To avoid any moment when he couldn't control his vampire nature.
Mitchell was thrilled with his newfound idea, but when he came to his senses, the angry god had already disappeared into the bustling crowd.
"Anders? ANDERS!!!"
The surrounding noise and laughter seemed to announce his failure once again.
Mitchell moved against the flow of the crowd, simultaneously trying to detect the familiar scent of his lover in the air.
He was no longer in a hurry because no matter when he found Anders, there was only one outcome waiting for him. A ten-minute time difference wouldn't change anything.
However, he still had chances.
The first time, they decided to spend Halloween at home. But when Anders heard a knock at the door and went to answer it, a sharpened wooden stake drove into his carotid artery.
The second time, he chose to take Anders out. While walking down the street, a few trick-or-treat kids approached them, bouncing around. Anders urged him to buy some candy quickly to get rid of these annoying little imps. But when he returned with candy and saw Anders again, his lover was lying in a pool of blood, with a few kids wiping the blood from their mouths standing nearby.
The third time, they picked a less crowded street and stayed close to his little god. But an arrow pierced through Anders' chest from behind.
The fourth time, he took Anders to a restaurant with a performance. However, in the few seconds he looked down to twirl his pasta with his fork, a gun was pressed against Anders' head.
The fifth time, when he finally found the familiar scent in a dark alley, Anders was barely clinging to life, curled up in a corner. The paint on his face had smeared with blood, looking dirty and comical.
And he was almost becoming numb to it.
He didn't even rush to the blonde immediately, despite Anders' eyes widening at the sight of him. The neck wound left him speechless. Anders was surprised and in pain at his almost indifferent composure, struggling on the brink of life and death, desperately needing his lover.
Mitchell knelt by Anders' side, carefully cradling him in his arms and leaned down to kiss his blood-smeared lips.
Tears streamed down the little god cheeks.
"I promise, baby, I promise, there won't be anyone hurting you next time."
Because he suddenly thought of a better way. Instead of hiding from other vampires' hunts with Anders, he would do it himself.
Next Halloween, he would bring his young vampire with him, joining tonight's revelry.
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Treasure Planet AU - DarkHawk
#treasure planet au#Darkhawk#gatheringfiki#gf aupocalypse 2022#bb writes#photoset#bb photoset#w 3 -#snippet coming soon
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Welcome to the aideans blog! We exist to support and encourage the fandoms of the various Aidan and Dean character pairs. There is no rpf here.
Currently, we know of the following active blogs:
Britchell
DeanoBingo
FililovesKili
GatheringFiKi
HMS Darkhawk
Ioluke
theotheraideans (rare pairs)
Know another? Send us the info and we’ll update our list.
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Event Info
We only hold one event per year, an ongoing twelve part story or collection from January to December. Jump in any time! You can start at the month we're on, or backfill the older prompts. We encourage double-dipping your fills for other events too. More content, not more pressure! Look for a new batch of prompts on or about the first of each month. Try to submit by the 28th.
January Plot Prompt List
Crossover where Sheriff Griff and ?? solves a crime with Officer Anders and Mitchell
You have to tell me why we’re committing a felony before we do it. It won’t stop me, but I’ll have all the facts.
A has amnesia and believes B, who was their nemesis, to be their soulmate / best friend.
One gets bitten by a werewolf
Arranged marriage
He runs. He leaves everything but his most precious items. They all fit in one small bag.
A finds B unconscious behind a dumpster in the alley behind his business.
Found Footage AU
Road Trip
Treasure Hunters
Both have magic but hide it because they don’t want the other to be frightened of them
Fairy Tale
Zombies
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OMG you wanna try writing a fanfic for gatheringfiki?? That's so awesome! I'm wishing you the best of luck with your writing! You got this pinkie!! ♡♡
(Oh and please don't feel pressured, it's totally okay if you don't go through with it in the end. But yeah just saying that I agree with that anon; If you do write something and find the courage to post it, I'd be very happy & excited to read it! ☺️)
Oh my goodness you're so sweet! Thank you for the encouragement; I'm searching for a muse...sooo...... I'm still not sure....☺️
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Public Service Announcement
As many of you will be aware by now, I am about to leave the luscious shores of my adoptive country (UK) and ship myself diagonally half way across the world, to New Zealand, in hopes of surviving there on my own wits, for 9 months (followed by another 3 months in South-East Asia).
So with that in mind, a couple of things:
I'm flying out on the 18th of September 2022 and I envisage coming back around 17th of September 2023.
@linane-art is queued, all the way until I come back, with the usual content bordering on shameless self-promotion, so it's not like this tumblr will suddenly go dead.
I may however be a bit slow responding to messages and do fewer reblogs - sorry.
@gatheringfiki has been handed over to @marigoldvance for at least the upcoming year
If you wish to follow my hapless mis-adventures, any updates will be going through one of 2 channels: @lillys-adventures (which is my side-blog, but I make no promises that I will post regularly) or via my Instagram: NestingTendencies (you will get exposed to some crochet and food posts too, if you follow)
And finally: is any of you actually based in, or travelling through New Zealand and would fancy a meet up or could even put me up somewhere for a few nights? If so, please don't be shy, give me a shout - I'd love to connect!
Don't do anything I wouldn't do while I'm away, kids, and just keep being the awesome people I know and love until my return (and beyond).
Missing you already,
Linane
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Across Time
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/f4Deygl
by BlairSanne
Fili, the prince of Erebor, encounters a stranger who thinks he knows him, but calls him by the wrong name.
When Fili eventually gains the power to travel through time, a fated encounter with Kili leads to a double life across time.
Can Fili save Kili from the fatal events of the winter festival?
(Fili and Kili are not related in this fic.)
Written for the GatheringFiKi 12 Days of Christmas 2022.
Words: 3873, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien)
Relationships: Fíli/Kíli (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Time Travel
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/f4Deygl
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PSA: GatheringFiKi is back!
Hello, my favourite people!
If you've been with us for some time, following the mis-adventures of this little, but mighty fandom, or perhaps even taking part in them from time to time, you'll be delighted to hear that we are now in a position to resume normal service.
If you're joining us just now and wondering what on earth is going on - welcome! We are a small community focussed around the Fili/Kili pairing (and other fictional pairings fortrayed by Dean and Aidan), which has always traditionally ran frequent events to generate new content and encourage fan interactions.
Our activity was kinda suspended a year ago when our admin, @linane-art scampered off to travel the world for a year.
I have no idea why I'm writing this in 3rd person. Ahem, anyway - I'm back. And here's what I'd like to do with GatheringFiKi:
Firstly, I'd like to figure out how many content creators we actually have at the moment, since these folks are my audience. So if you are currently actively writing / creating artwork or edits in the Fili/Kili fandom, or plan on doing so in the near future, please REPLY TO THIS POST. Please also feel free to forward it to anyone who might want to respond.
Whatever else happens, there will be a 12 Days of Christmas event happening in 2023! I have no idea how many photosets I will actually be able to make before mid-November, but I'm aiming for at least a couple. It's such a highlight of every Christmas for me, I can't wait!
There may or may not also be some little prompts posted for Halloween this year. This would be about a week before the 31st, a very informal little event.
Whatever else happens, from now on, I would like to see GF becaome an amplifier for any and all new Fili/Kili content. Updates to your existing fics, new fics, artwork, edits, photosets, and not just the things 'worthy of recs'. ANY new Fili/Kili content - please submit or send us a link and we will re-blog, so it reaches more folks.
If we still have a decent number of creators, we will go back to running events. The plan would be to run a survery before the end of 2023 for you to pick your favourite events and run 3-4 of those accross 2024.
If we don't have creators, I will focus on delivering only the 12 Days of Christmas event annually and promoting any new FiKi content as above, based on the assumption that we're all reverting to focussing on our own works and posting them unprompted.
If you have any ideas, comments, or concerns about how this community could/should be ran - please let us know!
It's lovely to be back!
~linane-art
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Hey there! I can't message you directly because you've got it blocked from tumblrs you don't follow. I'm here about the photoset? Thank you so much for offering - I really appreciate it. That's a definite 'maybe' - my only concern is that they need to be consistent with the rest in terms of the layout/style and they need to have some sort of prompt in them, something to explain. With that in mind, could I please take a look at it before I say yay or nay?
Thanks again for taking the time to do this for our little fandom, especially when I'm so much under pressure <3
Hi, sure. I can send it tonight. I also followed your gatheringfiki account. Only question is how do I send it? It exists as a jpeg on my desktop; it has no URL like on your submission page. I could email it to you, or post it on my feed and tag you.
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Gathering Fiki Trick or Treat 2023 10/23 prompt submission
"Something in the Depths"
Content Warnings: Dark, Rape (non-graphic-ish), Durincest, Sibling Incest, Non-Con, Disassociation, Mind Break, Dragon Sickness trope, short fic (sorry if I missed anything, feel free to let me know)
Author's note: Not edited or beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks @gatheringfiki and @linane-art for organizing this! Sorry for my last submission, it was a very poorly formatted post lol.
Please pay attention to the tags, stay safe and well! Happy spooks!
Read under the cut or check it out on Ao3!
Something In The Depths
Kili stared at the gold.
He stared, unblinkingly, at the gold.
He watched it, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of it.
Not even now, as his closest and most trusted friend and brother disrobed him carelessly with greedy hands and gleaming eyes that rolled over him with covetousness and something worse.
Madness.
But Kili couldn’t stop staring at the gold. Not as his brother and future king fell to his knees before him and took him in his mouth, not as Fili tugged him down to the cold pile of it beneath them, and not as his brother took, and took, and took, and took from him and — there! At last!
There it was. Just as Fili was finding his satisfaction, Kili’s roaming, unfocused gaze spotted it. Movement.
In the gold. Just beneath the surface, like a great serpent that skimmed just below the water. He’d known all along it was there - he could feel it watching them from underneath and he couldn’t understand why no one else had noticed. There, under the mounds of treasure, lay a great, terrible, monstrous beast intent on devouring them all.
The dragon hadn’t been the only monster awaiting them in the end.
#GF’sTrickorTreat2023#gatheringfiki#fili/kili#durincest#sibling incest#dead dove do not eat#event submission#non con#rape#dark fic#read the tags#short fic
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The Mummy - staring Mitchell and Anders
Consider this as fanart for @lazysaturdayonthebeach fanfic with loads of more familiar faces! 💛
For @deanobingo and @gatheringfiki's AUpocalypse
Bonus freeloading brother Ty under the cut
#deanobingo2024#GF AUpocalypse 2024#mitchers#britchell#the mummy (1999)#silvermoon art#john mitchell#anders johnson#ty johnson#the almighty johnsons
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GatheringFiKi Trick or Treat event 2023
Trick Prompt: Something in de the Depths
Pairing: Fíli/Kíli
Rating: T
I spontaneously wrote a short prequel to my nearly (!!) finished story called ‘Ripped apart’.
I’ve also posted it on AO3 here. You can read Ripped apart here.
Fíli had seen them looking. They were staring and pointing when Kíli was close to him, when he and Kíli were together, just talking and holding hands. The councilmembers tried to be discreet, but Fíli noticed their scrutiny anyway.
Thorin's new council had formed within weeks of the great battle at their doorstep. The necessity of a council in Erebor had become painfully clear in the weeks directly following the battle. Balin had been run ragged to keep up-to-date on all the rebuilding, trades, cleanup, payments and new citizens, but it was just too much for him and Thorin to manage.
The council had a specific function. Thorin needed them to be his eyes and ears to keep up with everything happening within and around the mountain. They were tasked with researching and advising Thorin on all matters deemed important by them.
Most of the councilmembers were old, some had even served Fíli’s great-grandfather Thrór.
Most of them were set in their ways, steadfast in their beliefs.
Most of them had rumors of corruption surrounding them, but none of these accusations had ever been proven.
All of them had too much power.
Their staring continued over the weeks that followed. Their whispers stopped when Fíli got too close. Their long documents were quickly hidden away when he walked past them. Something was wrong.
He confided in Kíli first. "They're just old and can't handle the sight of so much love and beauty when they look at us." Kíli joked. Fíli laughed along, but in the back of his mind warning bells were going off. He needed to keep Kíli away from them.
He confided in his mother. She was thoughtful, promising to look into it.
He did not tell Thorin until he had overheard a councilmember mention Kíli by name while scowling and gesturing wildly. Kíli was no longer safe.
Thorin was busy, he always was, but he generally made time for his nephew. “Come in.” Thorin invited after the knock, putting down a folder of papers on top of a wobbly stack of other files.
Fíli thanked both his uncle and the member of staff who provided them with a cup of tea.
"It was a long day." Fíli sighed after they had both taken their first sip.
"And many such days will follow this one. It is the burden of ruling." Thorin agreed.
"I did not expect to be talking and sitting quite as much as I have been." Fíli confessed.
Thorin laughed. "It is different from our lives in the Blue Mountains and our life on the road." Thorin agreed. "But we can accomplish much more from our seats now than we ever could with our swords."
"It depends on what we want to accomplish." Fíli countered. "A band of orcs can hardly be thwarted from behind a desk."
"Touché."
The fire in the hearth provided a welcome noise during Fíli’s silence. Thorin looked at him expectantly. Everybody knew Fíli rarely visited for purely social reasons. There was always a purpose.
"I wanted to speak to you about the council." Fíli started after a particularly loud pop in the fireplace.
Thorin’s fingers tightened around his cup.
"What about them?"
"Perhaps I've read the situation wrong, but they seem preoccupied. By me and Kíli.”
Thorin frowned, pausing before saying “It seems only natural the council would take an interest in the heir to the throne of Erebor.”
Fíli felt his heart hammer in his ears. Thorin must have said it deliberately. The singular heir. Him and Kíli had always been the heirs, especially since their bond as Ones was publically acknowledged by Thorin.
“So they are interested in me specifically?” Fíli asked, careful of his phrasing. He gripped his mug to keep his hands from shaking.
“In Kíli as well of course, but you especially. You are the most important Dwarf in the mountain after all. After me of course.” Thorin’s smile was strained. He put his cup down and folded his hands tightly together. “I am afraid our time is up. I want to finish this before I head to bed.”
Fíli nodded as he got up. He tried to smile, but his face felt numb. His suspicions had been confirmed. Something was brewing.
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Want to know what happens next? Read it here.
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