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Please save me from my brother!	By : Yaoiqueen Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 2359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Please save me from my brother!
Chapter 3

The name of the game

ABBA

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings. I do not make any money off of this fic.

Flashback

Italic-thoughts

Ori had a plan. Get Bofur to spend more time with Dori. Dori, after all, liked to have things neat and in order. What better project than Bofur to keep him occupied? After all, Bofur was like a big, messy child that needed looking after. To top it off, Bofur was able to get his oldest brother to smile. “Excuse me, Mister Bofur.”

Bofur and Bifur looked up from the flower to see the young scribe standing in front of them. “Why, hello there Ori. How can I be of assistance?” Bofur patted the soft emerald grass for the little one to sit beside them.

The young dwarf plopped down in front of the other company members. Unsure of how to start, he just went with this current companion’s method, say exactly what you want. “Mister Bofur, I am in need of your help with my eldest brother.”

This caught the toymaker’s interest. “Is everything all right, lad? He in any sort of danger?” While it was not a surprise that Nori could be in danger, someone wanting to hurt Dori sent a chill down his spine. Even though the other dwarf was stuffy at times, he was extremely kind to the others in the company and Bofur had always admired the older dwarf for taking the sole responsibility to raise his two brothers. In truth, he felt a sort of kinship to the other since he had been looking after Bombur (and his large family) and Bifur. If anyone wished to harm the mother hen, they would have to get through Bofur first!

“Oh no, Mister Bofur! There is no danger.” Other than being on a mission to kill a dragon and reclaim our home. “I am only worried that Dori is lonely. I rarely see him talk to the others and no one invites him to do anything. Perhaps, if it was not too much trouble, the next time you go to gather firewood, could you ask him to join you?”

The older dwarf though for a moment. Being alone with Dori was something he did want. Truth be told, he had been nursing a bit of a crush on the oldest Ri brother for quiet some time. This was an opportunity too good to miss and it was with Ori’s blessing to boot! “I believe I can do that for ya, lad.”

“Thank you every so much, Mister Bofur!” Grinned Ori. If Bofur was near Dori that solved many of his problems. His older brother would have someone new to fuss on and be happy about it, while he was freer to be with Dwalin. Ori thanked Mahal that Bofur was such a kind and gentle soul that had the ability to put up with his brother.

So it began, every time Bofur would get firewood, he would ask Dori to accompany him. Slowly, but surely, a friendship started to emerge to the point where both Dori and Bofur did not use “mister” before each other’s name.

But what was most shocking was how Bofur was able to get Dori to smiling and almost laugh at the somewhat cruder jokes he told. Around the camp fire one night, as everyone typically gathered, Bofur launched into his legendary jokes with his silver tongue.

If Bofur’s grin was anything to go by, they were in for a treat. “Once upon a time there was this infamous pirate, who struck fear into the hearts of all he came across. Whenever they would go into battle, he would yell to his first mate to grab his red coat. Every time! Now I’m fond of my hat, but there was little bit more to it than just liking something. Anyway, one day, the first mate asked the captain why he always wore his red coat into battle. The captain replayed “If I am hurt, the crew will not know and go on fighting with the same fervor as before!” The first mate thought this was a grand idea. The next battle with one ship, they were about to fight, the captain yelled to his first mate, “Bring me my red coat!”. The battle was won. The battle after they were to fight two ships, the captain yelled to his first mate, “Bring me my red coat!”. The battle was won. The pirate’s enemies were getting pretty tired of losing to his fella so they pulled together all their ships, which was bout 100, and were going to attack! Seeing this, the captain calls out to his first mate, “Bring me my brown pants!”

The entire company, Bilbo included laughed. While Dori did not laugh like the others as his came out more like a soft chuckle, it echoed through Bofur’s mind for the rest of the night.

Soon after, the pair began to spend more time with each other outside of their gathering firewood duties and would even converse about what they thought life would be like when they reclaimed their home. Dori was hoping for Ori to work in the library like he always wanted and for Nori to finally straighten out, while Bofur wanted to open a small toyshop with Bifur.

It wasn’t until they reached a town on their journey when their relationship began to change. The toymaker had invited the proper dwarf to a nice restaurant far from the inn where they were staying. He figured it would be nice to get away from all the noise that would undoubtedly be occurring there.

The restaurant was in a much nicer part of town. The streets were well light and clean of debris unlike the part that the company now occupied. It was there that the pair came across a cozy little restaurant that the locals seemed to frequent, The Teaberry. A burst of warm, fragrant air greeted them as they walked through the door. Looking around, Dori noticed that instead of steins of ale littering well worn tables, elegant wine bottle and delicate teacups decorated stylish tables. The walls were clean with a fresh coat of paint with graceful lamps hanging from if, giving the room a soft glow.

As happy as Dori was to be inside such a fancy place, he knew they could not afford it. “Perhaps we should find somewhere else to eat.”

Bofur’s famous smile flashed on his face. “Don’t ya worry bout it. Been saving up to find someplace better to eat than usual.”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’. Now all I need is some civilized company to join me.” Grabbing Dori’s hand, they made their way to a table.

Quickly, before Dori could object, the spunky toymaker ordered drinks for both of them. For Dori, a cup of black rosehip tea and red wine for himself. By the time the waiter came back with their drinks, Dori had surrendered to the idea of dining there.

“This is lovely tea. I do not remember having a finer cup.” Dori closed his eyes as he inhaled the aromatic vapors from the cup.

Dori was a sight to behold. For the first time, in a longtime, the silver haired dwarf was peaceful. All of the lines in his face seemed to vanish and a delicate smile appeared on his pale lips. His brothers were in safe hands, Nori had promised to make sure Ori was looked after and to make doublely sure, Dwalin offered to keep an extra set of eyes on him. He had nothing to worry about. He was in a fine restaurant with a good friend and it showed on his face.

Their meals ordered, all they had to do was wait. Now or never. Thought Bofur. “Dori, all the times we talked about the future, ya never said what ya would like for yourself.”

A silver eyebrow arched in confusion. “I told you, all I want is for Ori to work in his dream field and for Nori to have honest work.”

“Yah, yah, I know that. But what bout ya? Not your brothers?”

“Bofur, I live and die for my brothers. Their happiness and lives are all I need.” Dori said this as if it was the obvious answer.

“Yeah but don’t ya think one day they won’t be needin ya to look after them? Then what?”

Before Dori could answer their meals had arrived. A plate full of red meat with savory potatoes for each of them. The older dwarf was side tracked by the meal but not for long. “What do you mean by ‘they won’t be needin me’? I am their older brother; of course they will need me.” Try as he might, Dori couldn’t help but feel panic rise in the pit of his stomach, making the delicious meal sit like a rock.

“I mean no harm, friend. But, I have been in your shoes before. When Bombur was younger, I would always be lookin after him. But one day, he comes to me and tells me he has found someone and intends to marry. Next thing I know, I have a sister-in-law lookin after him. That’s not to say that I really stopped lookin after him, but he didn’t need me as much.” Dori stopped mid chow thinking about what his friend had just said. “I mean, look at Ori! He sure has grown into a delicious thing. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone has their heart set on him. I mean he’s sweeter than cherries.”

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say. A chocking sound came from Dori. His baby brother! Someone! That would mean…

With out giving it much thought, Dori stood up and ran for the door leaving a stunned Bofur in his wake.

Ori pulled Dwalin’s face closer to his, forcing their lips to meet. The moment Dori had left with Bofur; the younger dwarf grabbed the warrior’s hand and led him to the bed room. Not wanting to wait to get to the bed, Ori leaned against the wall all but begging Dwalin to take him like that.

This is where they were at the moment. Ori, pants forgotten and tossed carelessly aside, back against the wall gripping the strong dwarf for support against the onslaught of carnal pleasure.

“Harder. Please!” the panting reached the old warrior’s ears as he rammed hard into the soft flesh of his love.

Truth was, as much as Dwalin enjoyed these random and quick fucks, he truly lived for a much slower and tantric pace. Taking his time to completely and utterly undo the little one. When Ori had led him to the room, he wanted to throw the younger dwarf on the bed, watching as he bounced from the blow until he settled. He would then walk over nice and slow, slowly stripping of his outer garments until only his small clothes were left. Blush would rise on Ori’s delicate checks as muscle was revealed. Finally at the bed, Dwalin would climb on top of him, running a tattooed hand under the cardigan to find the nipples had already pebbled with anticipation. His hands ridding the other of all his clothes leaving him as naked as the day he was born. Perhaps he would have a chance to taste Ori’s milk as he stroked his pleasure gem hidden in the warm caverns.

But those thoughts and actions were for another time. At the moment, his love was all but undone by his quick, deep thrusts that hit his hidden pleasure gem at every turn. “Ya have no idea what ya do to me, do ya?” He whispered close to the other’s ear.

The other’s hands gripping his shoulders as his head leaned against the wall. “Please. Almost there.” He loved the way Dwalin was taking him. Hard and fast. In their relationship they had to be quick, less they be caught by Dori.

Ori tried to sneak one of his hands from around the other’s broad shoulders to his own member only for it to be caught in his lover’s larger hand. “We be havin none of that! You will cum by my cock only.”

A submissive nod was the only answer he was given as Ori bared his neck to the other for better access. A wicked grim appeared on Dwalin’s mouth as he attacked the newly revealed flesh. He loved the taste of Ori’s skin and even more, the sounds Ori produced when he was sucking on his neck. It reminded the warrior of a cat purring with contentment. That was what Ori was at the moment. A connect cat even as Dwalin’s teeth begin to graze and bite the sensitive flesh of his neck. Both knew there would be a mark come morning and both were very grateful Ori always wore a scarf.

Dwalin couldn’t help but grin as he gripped Ori’s hips tight enough to leave bruises in the morning. No matter how many times they coupled, it was always as thrilling as the first time. He pistoned into the tight hole faster than before. He was getting close too. However, the next sound he heard made both of them stop in their tracks.

“Ori! Where did you go?” It was Dori. He was in the hallway looking for his baby brother.

“What are you lookin for, Brother?” It was Nori. Please for Mahal’s sake, don’t let Dori catch us. They both prayed. Neither of them moved for fear, as close as they were, they might cum and their secret would be exposed.

“Ori. I can not seem to find him.” Ori felt bad for his brother worrying so. But wasn’t he supposed to be out with Bofur at this moment. Why couldn’t he have waited with Bofur for another five minutes?!

“I think I saw him and Dwalin in that room over there.” While they couldn’t see which room it was, their blood ran cold for they knew Nori was pointing to one they currently occupying. The sound of a hand on the door knob made them both realized they were doomed. There was no way to get out of this. Ori would most likely be chained, he hoped figuratively, to Dori and Dwalin would be a bloody carcass for being found balls deep in his precious baby brother. At that moment, they only wanted a chance to say their good byes.

“Oh wait!” They could hear the smirk in Nori’s voice. “Ori wanted to draw some nighttime scenes, so Dwalin accompanied him.”

A huff from Dori passed through the wooden walls. “Well, why did not you say so? If Dwalin is with him than he will be safe. I shall wait up for Ori in our bedroom. You be sure to get to bed at a reasonable hour as well.”

“Yes, ma.”

The sound of dual footsteps retreating was music to their ears as they finally let out the breath they had been holding. Both of their erection had completely dissipated into nothingness.

“That was close. I wonder why Nori did that.” Pondered Ori.

Nori grinned from his hidden location as the pair left to go their separate ways. Served Dwalin right. If ever he saw another mark on his baby brother’s body, he would make good on his threats that he had made to the stoic warrior.

Nori spotted Dwalin sitting alone shaping his axe by the fire. The thief strolled over and plopped down next him. The other dwarf grunted in annoyance at the thief’s presence.

Nori just smiled brightly back. Something in his smile told Dwalin something was not quiet right. Maybe it was that he was receiving the smile. Sadly, the warrior was quite correct. The slick dwarf had caught him kissing his beloved baby brother. A crime, in both of the older brothers Ri’s minds, that was punishable by death.

However, having seen that their little one seemed happy, Nori was willing to give him a friendly warning. Still smiling, Nori took out one of his knifes to clean under his finger nails. “If you every hurt him, I will cut off a part of you that would like to get better acquainted with my brother. And believe me, it won’t be your hand. Although, your hand is pretty friendly with that part.”

He flashed a smile again at Dwalin. “Or I could just tell Dori. Now, he won’t be as nice as to cut. No, he will just rip it off. Think about it.”

Bofur took a seat at the table with his friend, letting out a huge sigh. Speaking of brother problems. “Things didn’t go how you wanted?”

A weak smile appeared on the toymaker’s face. “I don’t mind. I’ll try again. But he did seem to enjoy himself till I talked bout Ori findin someone and not needin him as much. I understand worryin bout your younger brother, but I don’t know.” The smile had fallen from his face as he spoke, giving him forlorned expression that made him look like a stranger instead of the friendly, happy-go-lucky dwarf he truly was.

Now it was Nori’s turn to sigh. He couldn’t help but look away from his friend. Perhaps it was time to tell him what was going on in his older brother’s mind. “Bofur, look. It’s not your fault.” Bofur stared at his comrade. “After our mother died, Dori still had delusions about having it all. He wanted to take care of both of us, while still having a romance. However, not everyone felt the same. Dori began to see this one dwarf. Dori was head over heels for him. He had good looks, charm and treated us right. But it was all a show. He felt that we were just in the way of him and Dori. That were took time away from him. So, whenever my brother’s back was turned, he would hit Ori and even burn him with his pipe.”

“Why would anyone hurt a babe!” Bofur had to calm himself. But the mere thought of someone hurting a child made his blood turn to lava.

“Ori never told Dori. All my baby brother wanted was for him to be happy. However, Dori caught that son of an orc one day and well, with Dori’s strength, throw him cross town. From that day on, Dori knew we would always come first and be the only thing he would live for. Even now that we are grown and can look after ourselves, he feels that he does not have time for such fancies. If he were to indulge in them, he fears we will be hurt.”

A pregnant silence came between the pair. “Perhaps it is time someone chances that.”

The joke is an old one that I tried to modify. I heard it many years ago and still laugh at it. It also seemed like the kind of joke Bofur would know.

Happy Earth Day!!! Yeah, I know it is on Monday, but Happy Earth Day anyway. I will be making cookies!!!!

Last thing before I go. The Colbert Report. Awesome sauce! They made another Hobbit/Lord of the Ring reference this past week. Honestly, it made my day.

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