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Prompt #44: Shapeshifter

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Kili's transformation came right on schedule.  He'd made his choice for trainer clear for several years, just in case he was lucky enough to change early as Fili had (of course he wasn't, not that he was bitter or anything, because he wasn't, probably).  And so the moment he woke from a lovely afternoon nap with bizarre vision and too many smells and thumped to the floor in a heap of -why are there so many FEET-, Fili was sent for.

Fili arrived looking cold-nosed and excited.  He said... something, probably teasing, judging by the smile, but Kili couldn't pick up the words.  It was just babble. He did smell woodsmoke-baking bread-sausages-something new as Fili knelt beside him  in the little bedroom Kili had at their parents' house. 

Kili sneezed.  Massively. His entire head moved and he was fairly certain he'd blown himself back a few feet on his teeny tiny too many feet.  Fili grinned. Kili whined angrily back.

This was so much more strange than he'd expected!

— Foxy Dwarves by @dragonquill

This is a gift for @patchworkideas. Thank you for being the awesomest human marshmallow I know!

Also loved doing this sneaky collab with @dragonquill. We are so cunning sometimes ~ :D

MY OTHER EDITS

as a gift for the fiki raffle @gatheringfiki

Already Home

The war was over, they were alive, they were well. Fíli could hardly believe any of it. The last weeks, ever since they set foot into the mountain, Thorin had been acting weird, growing darker and meaner by the day, and when it all came to be, there was a major war in which Fíli was certain none of them were going to survive. They were thirteen, and while the elves and some men were there, he honestly believed the Durin’s line would come to an end.

At the last moment, Dáin and his army arrived to help. Fíli, like his brother and his uncle, was gravely injured, but after being properly healed and taken care of, they pulled through. One by one, they got out of beds and went about their daily obligations. The last to rise was Thorin, and Fíli and Kíli would visit their uncle every day after they got out of their own beds, but he too managed to survive his injuries.

Once life in the mountain began again, Thorin taking his position was the King, Dáin and his army stuck around to help raise Erebor to its former glory. It took them over a year to rebuild the rooms and to start making laws and rules, but once it was all ready, Fíli and Kíli asked their uncle to let them see Middle Earth before they settled down forever in Erebor.

After their journey to the Lonely Mountain, and after seeing so many beautiful places, Fíli and Kíli had talked about how interesting it would be to visit new places, or even some they had already been to, but hadn’t properly enjoyed. It was something they truly wanted – some private time to themselves, since they didn’t have such a thin during the journey, and after becoming Princes Under The Mountain, privacy was rare. They just wanted to enjoy each other’s company and go sightseeing, appreciating what Middle Earth had to offer.

Thorin was against it at first, wishing to have his nephews in the Mountain so they could participate in any royal meetings and bonding with the other Kingdoms, but Bilbo, who had decided to stay a little longer to help around the Mountain as well, convinced Thorin that going on a journey of their own would be good for the boys. Not only because they’d get to experience life own their own for once, but also because they would be able to make alliances on their own as they travelled.

So, after making a travel plan, they set off on their journey, just the two of them.