To Erebor

                                    

                                          
The next morning, Firiel awoke to knocking. She opened her eyes to be greeted by the sight of Fíli's chest hair, soft and warm. It hadn't been a dream. He was really there. It was also still dark, and Firiel was not impressed. She groaned and tried to tuck herself into Fíli even more, but the knocking persisted. A rumble ran through Fíli's chest, and Firiel knew then that he was awake.
"Fíli!" she heard Kíli whisper harshly through the door, "Fíli! Are you there?"
Fíli growled and tucked Firiel further under his chin. He had no intention of getting out of bed. Kíli could wait a few minutes for him to lie there with her.
"Go away," he muttered sleepily.
"Get up! Come on! Thorin'll be up any minute!"
At the mention of Thorin, Fíli and Firiel were both wide awake. What trouble they would be in if Thorin caught them curled up in bed together, naked as the day they had been born. They removed themselves from one another and scrambled out of bed, running off to get dressed. Firiel's clothes had been placed over a small wooden chair in the room, so she didn't have to run around in search of them like Fíli did. She also didn't wear shoes, so that was a time saver. She quickly pulled on her undergarment and ran off to help Fíli find his clothing. His tunic had been thrown down by the window, and his boots were there as well. But where were his pants? Firiel finally spotted them, kicked off near the door, and ran to grab them for him. She threw them at him with great force, and he caught them with ease, pulling them on quickly. Firiel ran back to her chair and was dressed even faster than Fíli. She took off to the door to let Kíli in just as Fíli finished doing up his belt.
"Moring, Firiel, my darling," Kíli grinned knowingly as he strode in, "You look absolutely ravishing today. Fancied a night of passion before facing the fire-breathing dragon, did you?"
"Do not," Fíli snapped, now fully dressed and taking off out the door past his brother, "Or an arrow wound will be the least of your pains. Where's my dagger?"
"Sitting on the chair," Kíli laughed at his back, following him to the door, "You two are lucky Thorin's on the other side of the inn. I could hear it all last night."
"And you would do well to forget every sound," Fíli quipped before disappearing into their room.
Kíli snickered at his brother. Fíli used to have the upper hand when teasing, but not anymore. He was going to be so much fun to mess with. Firiel giggled at the two of them, before she finally took a good look at Kíli. He looked as if he hadn't slept.
"You look awful," she told him, going back to the table for her leather armor, "Are you sure you're up for this?"
"Of course I am," Kíli brushed off her concern, "I've been waiting my whole life for this, and I'm not about to miss it."
"That's not what I-."
"I'm glad to see you've found everything, brother," Kíli cut her off as Fíli returned to them, dagger on his belt and ready to go.
"I'm glad to see you haven't lost your impeccable sense of timing," Fíli gave him a withering look, and then turned his eyes to her, "You ready?"
Firiel looked back and forth between the two, and went right back to lacing up her leather vest. Shoving all her articles into their pouches, she slung the pack on to her shoulders. She turned to see that Kíli had gone on ahead. Fíli stood leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a smile that made her heart flutter.
"Can I help you?" she asked him, strapping on her shin guards.
"Not unless you can somehow give us a few extra hours before we have to go," he told her, "We never did get that bath in."