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Title: Untitled
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Fili/Kili
Warnings: Incest
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: There's nothing wrong with the princes braiding each other's hair, apart from when they make it utterly indecent.
AN: Written for this prompt on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hobbit_kink.
It’s not that they’re braiding each other’s hair that makes Dori shift awkwardly and silence the protest that forms on his tongue. They are brothers, and the braiding of a Dwarf’s hair and beard is a task shared by family – especially after traumatic events, such as their capture by trolls and arrival in Rivendell. Indeed, Dori’s own fingers are busy twisting the hairs of Nori’s eyebrows back into their customary braids.
It’s not the braiding. It’s the position – Prince Kili sitting in Prince Fili’s lap with his legs wrapped round his brother’s hips and his head bent close in order to see what he’s doing. They’re nearly kissing; worse, if they’d forgone their breeches they’d be doing something entirely not fit for an audience. He watches as Prince Kili shifts to get more comfortable and in doing so tugs on the braid he’s putting into Prince Fili’s moustache. Prince Fili makes a noise that’s halfway between a gasp and a sigh and that’s entirely too erotic for comfort. Dori looks away, and as he does, he sees he’s not the only one put out by the brothers’ display.
Dwalin has his arms folded across his broad chest and is focussing very intently on Ori – the poor lamb’s blushing and stammering, Dori can tell, though whether that’s from Dwalin or the princes he doesn’t know – so as not to notice the royal spectacle by the fire. Oin has lowered his ear trumpet so he doesn’t have to listen, and for one moment, Dori is insanely jealous of his deafness. (A soft murmur of “Kee” reaches his ears and the jealous doesn’t seem so insane after all.) He can feel the slight tugging at the braid in his hands as Nori frowns, and he hears his brother mutter “just get on with it” under his breath.
That sentiment is shared more loudly by Gloin – never one for subtlety, that one – who calls out “kiss him already!” across the camp. Bofur’s laughter is cut short, and Dori glances up in time to see the princes doing exactly that. They’re hesitant at first, but soon melt into each other; Prince Kili’s hands dropping from his brother’s moustache to rest on his shoulders. He looks away again when he sees the kiss deepen and a flash of pink tongue, and as one of them moans softly he thinks that this might not be an improvement.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Fili/Kili
Warnings: Incest
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: There's nothing wrong with the princes braiding each other's hair, apart from when they make it utterly indecent.
AN: Written for this prompt on
hobbit_kink.It’s not that they’re braiding each other’s hair that makes Dori shift awkwardly and silence the protest that forms on his tongue. They are brothers, and the braiding of a Dwarf’s hair and beard is a task shared by family – especially after traumatic events, such as their capture by trolls and arrival in Rivendell. Indeed, Dori’s own fingers are busy twisting the hairs of Nori’s eyebrows back into their customary braids.
It’s not the braiding. It’s the position – Prince Kili sitting in Prince Fili’s lap with his legs wrapped round his brother’s hips and his head bent close in order to see what he’s doing. They’re nearly kissing; worse, if they’d forgone their breeches they’d be doing something entirely not fit for an audience. He watches as Prince Kili shifts to get more comfortable and in doing so tugs on the braid he’s putting into Prince Fili’s moustache. Prince Fili makes a noise that’s halfway between a gasp and a sigh and that’s entirely too erotic for comfort. Dori looks away, and as he does, he sees he’s not the only one put out by the brothers’ display.
Dwalin has his arms folded across his broad chest and is focussing very intently on Ori – the poor lamb’s blushing and stammering, Dori can tell, though whether that’s from Dwalin or the princes he doesn’t know – so as not to notice the royal spectacle by the fire. Oin has lowered his ear trumpet so he doesn’t have to listen, and for one moment, Dori is insanely jealous of his deafness. (A soft murmur of “Kee” reaches his ears and the jealous doesn’t seem so insane after all.) He can feel the slight tugging at the braid in his hands as Nori frowns, and he hears his brother mutter “just get on with it” under his breath.
That sentiment is shared more loudly by Gloin – never one for subtlety, that one – who calls out “kiss him already!” across the camp. Bofur’s laughter is cut short, and Dori glances up in time to see the princes doing exactly that. They’re hesitant at first, but soon melt into each other; Prince Kili’s hands dropping from his brother’s moustache to rest on his shoulders. He looks away again when he sees the kiss deepen and a flash of pink tongue, and as one of them moans softly he thinks that this might not be an improvement.
