#dwarvish

Rebuilding Erebor was no easy feat, not by any means. Between restoring the kingdom and getting everyone back in Ered Luin over the Misty Mountains, it took nearly two full years to get things going smoothly. Thorin, now over his gold sickness proved to be the wonderful king everyone knew he would make.

Under him, Fili was able to properly begin taking on his lessons to become the next king under the mountain. Everyone else too had been able to resume their trades as they had in the Blue Mountains. This included Ori, who after finishing his apprenticeship, became the royal scribe.

Fili also, when given the time, was able to pursue is trade of being a jeweler much like his mother. So, the pair got to spend little time together, save for the occasional meeting in which they both attended. Even then, they scarcely sat together due to their positions, and were only able to meet through stole glances made by yearning eyes. The courtship between them had started somewhere during their time together in Thorin's company. Fili was close brinking madness. All this time apart would be the end of him.

Living in separate halls didn't help either. After yet another long day of separation, Fili stormed into his workshop, huffy as his uncle Bilbo. What could be done? There was still too much to be restored in the mountain for their marriage to be made, and to live in the same halls before hand was unsavory. Drat! He could just go show up to Ori's office, but that was never a good idea.

Ori was very busy with documents and didn't like to be interrupted very much. It stressed him out. He could make something for Ori. In true Dwarven fashion, the prince was very fiercely loyal, especially to his One. His workshop was already full of all sorts of things made for Ori. Hair beads, clasps, rings, and necklaces alike.

Gifts that needed to be given. But that was apart of the courtship. Though none of it seemed to resignate well enough to rise to the occasion: longing. It needed to be something more interpersonal with deeper meaning. To be loved is to be seen, and he'd been set a fine example of that by his two uncles. Thorin was constantly making little Hobbity things for Bilbo, even going as far as to plant him a garden on the side of the mountain. And vise versa of course. Bilbo fussed over and took very good care of Thorin.

He could make Ori a new quill. Or an inkwell. Or both. Encrusted in all kinds of beautiful gems and jewels, of course. Yes, that was perfect. He was going to do that. For the next few days, Fili worked tirelessly in his shop to make Ori the most glorious set of pens and ink he'd yet receive.

He chose to use silver, as it retained the least amount of ink damage opposed to gold or copper. To add a bit more flare, he too decided that they would be fountain pens as well. He'd make three. One with grey ink, and one with purple for his family colors. And the final? That pen's ink would be Durin blue. There was no better gift than acceptance, and this would be a clear show of it.

Each pen adorned a glorious feather, fluffy and trimmed excellently. The jewels of white diamond, emerald, and sapphire cascaded along the silver barrel in intricate swirls. The three matching inkwells were matched in all the same jewels. To keep the pens and inkwells in, he made a velvet lined wooden box. That took the most time, as he carved and polished the wood himself. On the lid, he engraved the word Âzyungelê: love of all loves. When he finished it all, his nerves pricked and spasmed. What if Ori didn't like the set?

He was a scribe, he certainly already had a hoard of pens and ink. Maybe this was an insensitive gift after all. No, Ori would love this. He had to. Gah! Blast all this doubt! Gathering his courage, Fili scooped up the box and marched across the mountain to Ori's office.

He paused outside the door with a nervous fist raised in the air. Knocking was unnecessary, Ori was his one. He could see him whenever he pleased. The pushed open with a long, low groan of age and weight. Inside there were bookshelves as high as the ceiling full to the brim along every winding wall of the room. The floor haphazardly full of tall stacks of paper made the walkway narrow and difficult to maneuver about.

"Ori?" called Fili aloud. It was impossible to see anything in this cluttered room!

"Back here!" replied a adenoidal voice.

Fili craned his neck in attempt to locate where it came from. Shuffling about, he finally reached the back of the hallway like room where Ori sat at his equally cluttered desk, head down and feverishly writing away at a long scroll. Fili let out a small huff of relief. Seeing his love was a relief. A small smile pulled at the blonde's lips.

"Hello, Hulwulê."

Ori's head snapped up instantly. The wide look of surprised on his face quickly morphed into one of joy. He stood, fumbling to round his desk to his princely partner. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. What else?"

"Oh!" Ori gushed, throwing his arms around the shorter Dwarrow. Fili returned the hug with one arm. Thank Mahal he wasn't mad. Ori pulled back, his hands remaining on Fili's shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak, but caught the box on the blonde's hip out of the corner of his eye.

"What's this?"

"Ah, this. It uhm," Fili presented it with both hands and a suddenly flushed face, "It's for you, actually. Surprise?"

Ori's jaw slacked. His mittened hands came up, gently taking the wooden box in awe. He ran his fingers along the engraving slowly, feeling each dip and grove with reverence. His eyes flicked up to Fili hurriedly. "Truly?"

"Yes. Open it" Fili nods.

Ori lifted the lid slowly. The moment its contents met his gaze a gasp ripped from the deepest hollow of his lungs. His eyes flashed between the silver pens and a now very nervous Fili. "No!" He quickly set the box down on his desk before lunging at Fili in a fierce embrace. Fili made a noise of surprise and staggered back, but was quick to catch the scribe. He let out a fond chuckle, rubbing Ori's back gently.

"I'm glad you like them"

"Like them? Fili they're the best pens I've ever gotten! Did you make them?"

"I did. I spent a fair time on them too"

Ori, for a lack of better words, pressed an excited, crushing kiss to Fili's lips. Fili grunted in surprise, but quickly melted with lazy hearts in his eyes. Ori pulled away, and Fili followed with pushed lips. That was far too short to savor.

"They're incredible, thank you"

"Of course"

"Awh, but I've nothing to return the favor!" Ori huffed, turning around to rifle about this things.

"Ah- No. No favor," He caught Ori by the elbow, pulling him back. "A gift. A show of love. I need nothing in return"

Ori looked a bit guilty for a moment before relenting. "Oh, very well. Still, I wish I had a better way to thank you"

"Come to my halls tonight" Fili suddenly blurted without thought.

"What?" squeaked Ori, now thoroughly red in the face. Fili panicked. Where had that even come from?

"No! I mean- Mahal above what's the matter with me?"

Fili hid his shameful face in his hands. Ori felt fluster from his head to his toes. He tugged gently on Fili's sleeves, pulling his hands from his face.

"Okay,"

"What?! Ori, no, no. I seriously did not-"

"No. I want to, and. And you won't stop me"

Fili stared at Ori in gaping shock. Ori, although slightly nervous and fidgety, looked incredibly determined. The most Fili had seen him be in a while. Reeling, he wet his lips with his tongue.

"I.. Okay. Come at high moon, alright?"

"Right." Ori, nodded firmly and pressed a peck to Fili's cheek. They said their goodbyes and the prince stumbled about the mountain. This couldn't possibly be real. The hours passed by in a blur, and night grew late. Finally, there was a soft knock on the outer walls of his halls. He shot out of his chair in the sitting room like a launched bow. He practically flew to the door and shuddered as he grabbed the handle. This was it.

He drew in a breath. Okay. Time to be calm. He had to be steady, for Ori's sake. Slowly, he crept open the door. There stood a very nervous looking Ori. Fili quickly pulled the brunette inside and silently rushed him back into his room. There, hidden behind a thick wooden door and dense stone wall they wouldn't be heard.

"You came," Fili breathed, kissing Ori.

"Yes," murmured Ori again Fili's lips. The blonde clutched at Ori's hips as he tilted his head, pressing soft kisses to the scribe's mouth. Ori trembled, his own fingers curling into Fili's furs. Slowly, Fili backed the trembling Dwarrow up to the bed. The backs of his knees hit the edge with a stifled gasp before Fili pushed him back on to it. This was fine, the prince thought. He had no reason to be as anxious as he had been, they were both experienced.

With Fili on top, Ori felt heat tinge in his stomach. Fili swiped his tongue along Ori's lips, gentle but demanding. Ori's lips parted, and Fili's tongue slipped inside. The prince groaned softly. Their tongues danced languidly, sliding and exploring. When they broke away, Fili was quick to re-occupied his lips on Ori's neck.

The brunette tilted his head back, gripping tightly at the sleeves of Fili's top. He must have been tugging, as in a beat Fili was pulling the thing off. Fili's hands got as busy as his lips, plucking open the buttons of Ori's cardigan. Fili's tongue swiped along the side of Ori's throat before finding a spot to suckle.

The scribe let out an embarrassing whimper in turn. That noise went straight to Fili's core, fueling the burning fire in his lower belly.

"Fili wait-" croaked Ori, nervous as a all hell. Fili pulled back, looking mildly concerned.

"What is it? Too fast?"

"No it's not that- Or, it kinda is I just-"

"Hey hey," Fili caught Ori's hand in his own and pressed his thumb into the scribe's warm palm, "breathe."

Ori nodded and took a breath.

"Now, what's the matter?"

"I'm- I want to do this, I do. I just.. I'm not sure how"

Fili paused. He thought that Ori.. Oh no.

"Ori, if you're not ready then we-"

"No!" He interrupted sharper than he intended. "I'm ready. We've been together long enough. I'm nervous is all. I've never taken.."

"There's other ways to do stuff without going all the way, Ori. I don't care, as long as you're comfortable?"

"There is?"

Fili let out a bark of laughter, throwing his head back. "Yes, yes there is. Would you prefer we do something less intimidating?"

"Please"

Fili nods. Piece by piece, cloth by cloth, they grew unclad before each other. Both were breathless, drinking in the sight of the other's body. Ori's hand came up to Fili's chest, his thumb brushing over one of his pierced nipples. Fili let out a shuddering breath at that. Ori, taking the initiative, let his mouth replace his digit. The prince let out a low breath, allowing Ori to do as he pleased.

"Keep.. Keep doing that,"

Ori listened, laving his tongue over the nipple. After a few moments, Fili grabbed Ori's face and crashed their lips together in a heated kiss.

Fili placed his hands on Ori's bare hips, laying him back on the bed as he hovered over him. Ori's legs fell open as Fili got between them, thought they didn't touch. Rather ached, their bodies anticipating any little brush of skin. Fili pulled back, sitting on his heels while his hand slid from Ori's hip to his v-line. His gaze was heavy, fixed on the proud stature inches from his hand.

Then, he took it in his hand, earning a gasp from Ori. In a slow movement, he pumped his hand. A trembling whimper bubbled from Ori's throat, and he threw an arm over his eyes.

"I-I never-" he choked, shuddering as Fili's hand continued to slide up and down.

"Never? Then I'll have to take extra good care of you" replied Fili in a low, hushed and sultry tone. His hand continued it slow pace, every few strokes switched for firm tug. Ori wriggled and writhed underneath him, breathing in sort labored gasps.

"Fili please! More!" cried the brunette. Fili, with no objection moved in, pressing their bodies together. He gave his hips a single, smooth roll. Ori shuddered, his needy expression turning into a silent, open-mouthed cry. Fili felt a warm, tingly rush fly through his body. That was an expression he could get used to seeing.

Again and again he rolled his hips, pressing and rubbing their lengths snuggly together. Ori whined and writhed underneath Fili, his arms and legs wrapped desperately around Fili's thick body. The pace remained languid until Ori couldn't take it anymore and pleaded for more. Fili sped up his hips, tucking his face into Ori's neck. Ori whined, clinging tighter while Fili's hips moved in that same new tempo.

The throb between his legs was starting to grew unbearable, and his own hips twitched and jerked messily. The muscles in his stomach and thighs grew taut, coiling up tight like a bow string ready to snap. He keened, a sound so delicious to Fili's ears his tempo fluttered.

"Hush, Ghivashel.. They'll be able to hear you through the walls" grunted Fili.

Ori's eyes were wild, tears of pleasure brimming in them. It was good enough to nearly be painful. "Please! Fili- Please I-"

"I have you" gasped Fili in return, thrusting harder. Ori's fingers gripped desperately at Fili's hair and shoulders. His muscles grew tighter and tighter and his body arched without his permission. He was close to sobbing, cries of pleasure pouring out of his mouth like running water. The throbbing got worse, and his stomach felt like it was burning a fire hot enough to make the forges green with envy.

Ori trembled like a leaf before suddenly going stiff with a long, high wail. Fili felt light headed, drowning in the feeling. His hips didn't stop, rutting relentlessly. Hot sticky wetness oozed like honey between them. Fili whined, slowing his hips and grinding them down against Ori to prolong the feeling. Both of them went limp, panting and weak. Ori felt dizzy, nearly in a haze.

Fili quivered lightly, his legs twitching. It was silent between them for a few moments before Fili finally found his voice.

"..You okay Ori?"

"Yes. Tired.." replied a small, shaky voice. Fili mustered the strength to roll over on to his back, grasping Ori's hand gently as he could. "Thank you for that"

"No, it was good Fili"

Fili nodded. It took some time for them to gather their bearing after that, Ori especially, but they were able to clean themselves up. No use in sending Ori home, after care was more important. Slumber soon claimed the two Dwarrows, and they'd face the consequences of that in the morning when Kili walked into the room without knocking.