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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Hobbit_-_All_Media_Types, The_Hobbit_(Jackson_Movies), The_Hobbit_-
      J._R._R._Tolkien
  Relationship:
      Fíli/Thorin_Oakenshield, Kíli/Thorin_Oakenshield, Fíli/Kíli/Thorin
      Oakenshield
  Character:
      Fíli, Kíli, Thorin_Oakenshield, Dwalin, Balin, Ori_-_Character, Dís,
      Frerin, Vili, Thor, Thráin
  Additional Tags:
      Little!Fili, Adorable-Protective-Big-Brother!Fili, fili!whump, Kili-is-
      Thorin's-favourite, Thorin_treats_Fili_like_shit, Underage_Sex, Non-
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Non-Consensual
      Touching, Non-Consensual_Violence, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Non-Consensual
      Voyeurism, Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex, Non-Consensual_Spanking, Non-
      Consensual_Kissing, Non-Consensual_Groping, Underage_Kissing, Underage
      Drug_Use, Underage_Drinking, In_regards_to_Kili:, Consent_at_the_human
      equivalent_age_of_13_is_NOT_TRUE_CONSENT, don't_blame_me_blame_my_muse
      it's_all_his_fault, Thorin_is_a_manipulative, cunning_sadistic_slightly
      insane, sneaky_conniving_bastard, Please_don't_get_attached_to_Thorin,
      I'd_rather_not_have_to_answer_to_enraged_Thorin-lovers, when_they_start
      spamming_me, with_angry_questions_as_to_why_he's_such_a_bastard_(gross
      understatement), THORIN_IS_A_PSYCHO_WITH_TOO_MUCH_POWER, HE_DOES_BAD_BAD
      THINGS_YOU_HAVE_BEEN_WARNED, read_and_comment, or_I_will_send_Thorin
      after_you, with_the_instructions_to_'have_fun'_and_'take_no
      prisoners....'
  Series:
      Part 2 of Darkverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-29 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1004
****** Mountain Glory, Shattered Illusions ******
by Skywolf42
Summary
     When their mother unexpectedly dies, Fili and Kili are taken under
     Thorin's wing and Fili is appointed Heir to the throne of Erebor. At
     first he is intrigued with the prospect of his new role. But in
     Erebor not all is as it seems, and all that glitters is not gold.
     When it is, it corrupts and twists, and turns once-glorious dreams
     into living nightmares.
Notes
     WARNING! PLEASE READ CAREFULLY BEFORE PROCEEDING!
     For those of you who have read Sinful Pleasures, Consuming Darkness,
     you will know that stories in Darkverse tend to contain POTENTIAL
     TRIGGERS for any person who has been traumatised through some form of
     sexual harassment and/or assault. I am fully aware that this is NOT
     acceptable behaviour in real life and I myself most likely would not
     enjoy being put in this situation and I would never wish it on anyone
     else, nor would I condone these kinds of actions toward anyone else
     in real life.
     This is meant to be a work of FICTION ONLY to be read as such. If you
     do not like reading such material, exit this page and go find
     something more to your tastes. There are plenty of fantastic works
     written by authors FAR more talented than I which are well written
     and highly enjoyable to read, without any of the content you will
     find in this story.
     If any person who has experienced some form of sexual harassment and/
     or assault continues with reading this and experiences triggering
     because of it, I humbly apologise, but you were warned.
     I may end up having to move it to Archive Of Our Own. I hope
     Fanfiction gives me time to move it and doesn’t just straight axe me
     lol.
     There will be a TRIGGER WARNING like so at the top of every chapter
     that contains anything which has the potential to trigger someone
     with real life history in this content. (Again I sincerely apologise
     for any bad memories I inadvertently raise in people who read my
     story despite my warning not to).
     If you haven’t read Sinful Pleasures, Consuming Darkness yet, please
     do so, as this story you are in currently contains some spoilers for
     SPCD. Fili is meant to be a largely unreadable, sort-of-mysterious
     character in SPCD and reading this will give you too much insight and
     ruin the effect I am trying to achieve with the unknown factor in
     SPCD lolz.
     Kili-muse has been taunting me with scenes from Fili’s past
     constantly, so I’ve decided to write them and turn into a pre-quel of
     sorts (NOT TO BE READ FIRST THOUGH FOR PREVIOUSLY OUTLINED REASONS
     THOUGH LOLZ) from Fili’s POV. This story will cover a good portion of
     his life with Kili as they grew up together, his kindly uncle Frerin
     who he loses at a young age not long after his mother dies and, of
     course, his relationship with Thorin.
     Dark, slightly insane, cruel uncle Thorin who uses Kili as leverage
     against Fili at every turn and expects so much of the young prince
     beginning from the tender age of about 40 (equivalent of a human 10
     year old) when Thorin officially 'adopts' him as his heir.
     This is Fili’s life from the age of 20 (the equivalent of a human 5
     year old) to 96 (the equivalent of a human 24 year old), right before
     the Battle of the Withered Heath. And those of you who have read SPCD
     first - as you’re meant to - all know what happens after that.
See the end of the work for more notes
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Fili raced through the marble green hallways, navigating the twists and turns
of the upper levels in the mountain fortress with ease. He was only twenty
years old, yet already his sense of direction had developed rapidly. The
dwarves he passed smiled fondly at him; he gave them no time to bow as protocol
demanded toward all members of the royal family, even dwarflings, so they
simply dipped their heads. He didn’t see them. His eyes were set firmly on his
destination. His still bare feet slapped softly on the floor, tapping out a
rapid rhythm in time with the frantic beating of his tiny heart as it was
forced to work harder. His uncle’s footfalls were heavier, thudding quite
loudly against the stone as he followed close behind. Fili hadn’t noticed when
he’d caught up; luckily the older dwarf didn’t try to stop him and simply kept
pace alongside, Fili’s boots swinging madly in one large hand. The huffs and
pants of the physician’s assistant who had brought them the news echoed behind
them.
They came to a sudden stop in front of a tall oak door, the runes engraved in
the aged wood still illegible to Fili, who had only just begun learning how to
read written Khuzdul, though he had it on good authority it said something
along the lines of ‘Royal Physician’. Frerin knocked on the door with his free
hand and an elderly dwarrowdam opened it, giving a low dip of the head – the
only obeisance possible for one of her age – which Frerin and Fili returned in
a show of respect for the esteemed elder. She beckoned them inside with a
smile. The private infirmary was smaller than the larger ones scattered about
the subterranean city in the lower levels. The area they entered was cramped,
tables and tall shelves storing countless dried herbs, containers and other
healing supplies taking up most of the space so that one had to pick one’s way
through rather carefully to avoid bumping into things. At the back a curtained
entrance could be seen, soft light leaking through the cracks all around it.
Soft grunts and pants emanated from within. A few chairs lined the wall beside
the entryway.
Fili pushed ahead, Frerin trying to call him back, but he didn’t listen. He
managed to move around the clutter far easier than the much larger dwarf and
had drawn back the fabric covering the entrance to the room where patients were
treated before his uncle had gotten halfway. He could make out the naked form
of his mother to the left of the entrance, down the far end. Oin, the royal
physician, was with her, talking her through something whilst a younger
dwarrowdam rubbed her back and hands, speaking soothingly to her. Dis was on
all fours, breathing deeply whilst her swollen belly appeared to spasm of its
own accord. She winced and then visibly relaxed again; Oin handed his assistant
a vial and she brought it to Dis’s lips, helping her drink it; Fili’s mother
made a face, but downed the lot quickly.
The grizzled healer moved around to the princess’s rear end where a dark dome
had begun to appear. Fili watched in a mix of fascination, disgust and mild
horror until Frerin’s hand gripped his shoulder and tugged him out of the room.
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When they were finally admitted, Fili now wearing his previously forgotten
boots thanks to Frerin’s insistence, Dis was clothed again and lying on one of
the truckle beds, a squirming, noisy bundle held delicately in her arms. Fili
wasted no time in climbing on the mattress to sit by his mother’s head. Dis
stroked his face gently, her face tired but happy as she pulled him in to place
a kiss on his forehead. The dwarfling stared down at the fussing babe
curiously, eager to see his new little brother. A tuft of ebony hair peaked out
from under the edge of the blanket he’d been swaddled in and when the baby
looked up at him, two of the darkest brown eyes he had ever seen glared – yes,
glared; Fili hadn’t known babies even could glare – back at him. Fili smiled,
nonplussed. Without warning, his brother screwed up his little face and let out
a caterwaul that nearly sent Fili for the door in fright. Dis laughed at her
eldest son’s startled expression and pulled out a breast so the tiny terror
could latch on and feed. At least it shut him up for a while.
“What is his name, Amad?” Fili ventured, watching the infant as he suckled.
“’Kili’, my dear kidhuzel. He is called Kili. Would you like to hold him once
he is done?”
He hesitated. What if Kili cried loudly again and he dropped him? He would
never forgive himself. Dis chuckled and patted his back reassuringly. “It is
alright, my darling. If you stay sitting down with him for now, I am sure you
will both be fine.”
Fili nodded and seated himself carefully on the edge again, waiting patiently
for Kili to finish and detach himself from his mother’s teat. When he finally
did, Dis passed him gingerly to Fili who held his breath as his baby brother
was deposited in his arms for the first time. Kili smacked his lips in the way
of satisfied babies and yawned, displaying a light pink, toothless cavern
morphing into a never-ending blackness below. Dark eyes met blue. Fili tensed
slightly in preparation for another wail, but Kili just stared at him almost
calculatingly for a few moments. Fili stared back, enthralled and unable to
look away. Finally, the youngest Durin fell asleep, snuggled deeply in his big
brother’s arms.
Fili swore silently to himself and to Kili that he would be there for him, in
everything, for the rest of their lives. He would protect Kili with his own
life if he had to. That, even at the tender age of a mere twenty years, Fili
knew for certain.
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End Notes
     So I hoped you enjoyed this little prologue…. I’ll be working on this
     intermittently whilst I finish SPCD (and Uni lolz). And if I get up
     to any bits that are important for you not to know until they’ve
     become common knowledge to readers in SPCD, then I won’t post it
     until SPCD has been updated to include that information, plot device
     etc.
     See you around. Skywolf, over and out.
     Khuzdul Translation:
     Amad – mother
     Kidhuzel – gold of gold (most golden)
     Much gratitude to Dwarrowscholar (not a Fanfiction pen name by the
     way; look them up on the general internet) who spent so much time
     putting together an actual English-Khuzdul DICTIONARY, which is what
     I used here.
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