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The bite of the cold metal on his heated flesh had the young dwarf gasping as the decorative portion of the cock cage slid onto his cock and balls. The dragon shaped metal was snug around him and hinged and slotted at the sides to grow when he did and fall back down when his desire died. It was practically two parts; held tightly together at the base of him by leather straps that wrapped around the base of his shaft and sack to prevent orgasm and whole at the head where its fangs pressed just into the smooth glands of his cock head. The mouth of it opened wide to accommodate for when he needed to relieve himself. The dragon’s back feet were settled against his balls to leave a tiny pricking sensation behind when he either sat or walked and it clutched a small diamond with its front paws.
Blue eyes apprehensive, Fili stared down at the contraption before he swallowed and reached down to pull on his smalls. It was his coming of age day. Finally after years of wearing The Dragon, after tonight he would be free of its claws and never have to see it again. His only problem was finding a suitable bed partner.
His cock wrapped and bound as it was had, he felt, pressed the dwarrow into celibacy; what was the point in looking for pleasures of the flesh when he would get no release from it? But, in order to have the cage removed he needed to find an adult bed partner to spend the night with, or suffer with it for another year until his next name-day. The only time he was allowed to take it off was when bathing so he didn’t get the silver wet, and even then it was just the dragon shaped part. The binding leather straps stayed tight against his skin.
The blond swallowed his disquiet thoughts with more difficulty than he would have liked as he moved out from behind the changing screen set up in the room he shared with Kili for privacy to go and finally dress himself. The young dwarf was, in all honesty, against a celebration for losing his virginity; but this wasn’t something the heir of Durin’s line could say ‘no’ to. Despite how much he wanted a private ceremony before finding someone he trusted and having the deed done, he had to go through the royal ceremony before going through every available suitor in the whole of Erebor; just so they could take him to bed and fuck him until dawn the next day.
Out on his bed was a fine set of clothing in his Uncle’s colors of silver and deep blue. Certainly not his first choice of coloring, proper finery or not, as the blue only served to ruddy his complexion. He felt it also didn’t quite go with his hair. His hair was like gold that grew out of the top of his head; not the dark and deep black locks the rest of his family seemed to share. The blond wrinkled his nose at the ensemble and went over to his wardrobe to pull out something more to his tastes while still maintaining the proper sense of formality required for today.
He browsed a bit, the turn of his mouth thoughtful as he tugged gently on one of the braids of his moustache while he shrewdly searched through his clothing. A flash of red and gold caught his eye and he reached in to pull out a set he hadn’t worn in quite some time. The long sleeved tunic and pants had last been worn at a Durin’s Day feast a couple years ago and had been just a little bit big, but he had liked them none the less. With a shrug, he tossed the outfit on to the bed before he closed the wardrobe and moved to go put it on.
The tunic had a high collar that followed the slope of his neck and hung down to his knees with a slit in front and back that went up to mid-thigh. It was a deep dark burgundy that was detailed along the bracer imitating cuffs and from the V of the neckline to the ends of the collar with fine golden thread sewn in geometric patterns. The bulk of the embroidery imitated Durin’s crest as opposed to his own identifying mark. The golden belt, a decorative piece as there was no place to strap on his swords, was marked at the buckle with his sigil instead sat at his waist. His pants were buttery, soft, light brown leather that clung to his broad thighs and firm rear. The tightness of the material did not follow through to the sharp lines of his pelvis where they tied off, though they did bunch a bit around the cage attached to his nethers. The length of his tunic hid the odd stretching of the material and that suited the blond dwarf just fine.
His boots had not been dug up from the depths of his wardrobe. They were an old pair that were just a few shades darker than his pants and were comfortable and still rather neat despite their wear. Out of habit, he slipped a pair of knives into his footwear, fully aware of the fact that while he did not need them, it was better to be safe than sorry. Dwalin would be proud that one of his many lessons had stuck at the very least.
Finally observing himself in the mirror along the western wall, Fili tweaked the collar a bit before nodding. Good enough.
Now his mass of wild hair needed to be tamed back.
Fili shut the door to his bedroom behind himself with a firm tug. When he turned he was greeted by an excited Kili, the brunette’s grin seemingly infectious.
“Come on, everyone’s waiting for you in one of the larger sitting rooms, Uncle especially so he can give his grand speech.”
Fili groaned good naturedly and rolled his eyes at that. “Every speech of Uncle’s is ‘grand’ Kee. Aside from slaying orcs and playing the harp, I’d say that was his favorite thing to do.” He fell in step with his plainly dressed brother and nudged him playfully with a shoulder.
“So long as it’s not for me, I’d say let him enjoy it.” Kili shrugged with an impish wink.
“Five more years and they will be.”
The brunette scowled at that and shoved the blond with a half-hearted grumble before resuming the trek to the sitting room.
They were headed towards a fairly private ceremony that was traditionally for young royal dwarrow about to come of age. It could only be attended by recognized adults and the individual it was for; hence Kili’s lax dress. The public ceremonies would be held tomorrow after the metal caging him was removed to allow the entire kingdom to celebrate the fact that one of Erebors princes was an official adult. And if stories were to be believed, the festivities would last for days after the fact.
The blond shook his head to break free of his thoughts and let his focus shift to his surroundings. The sight of familiar halls and bowing passerby hiked up Fili’s apprehension, tension building visibly in his shoulders. He just wanted all of this to be over with.
As Fili and his brother finally approached the door to the private sitting room, the blond sighed shakily. When he exited that room, he would be up for grabs; his virginity the prize of the night. Already he could see hopefuls lined up along the vast hallway and scarcely around the actual door. His anxiety must have shown, for he felt the firm touch of his brother’s hand at his shoulder. A look in his direction gifted the blond with a bright and encouraging smile.
“You’ll be fine Fee, I promise.” The brunette stated brown eyes bright.
“Yeah, say that when it’s you about to be offered up like some piece of meat.” He murmured back under his breath before he steadied himself and pushed the door open to step inside.
The blond missed his little brother’s frown at the comment and then the door was shut tight behind him. Now he was left to the mercies of his nearest of kin and his Uncle’s closest advisers. Balin's expression was kind behind his white beard, his mother’s distinctly proud, and Thorin’s solemn even as his eyes betrayed the happiness he felt for his nephew.
Fili waited at the foot of a lush carpet to be addressed formally so that the ceremony could begin. There was a pause where all the eyes in the room were upon him; the wordless attention had the blond dwarf resisting the urge to fidget in place. Then Thorin let out a slew of Khuzdul and Fili responded in kind before coming forward to kneel at his uncle’s feet. A firm hand settled on the back of his head to squeeze comfortingly before the grip became formal and the standing dwarf’s voice rolled out to pass on his formal blessings and hopes as King for his Heir to achieve true adult-hood this night.
The longer his uncle went on, the harder it was to resist the urge to roll his eyes; always with the long speeches.
“May your night bloom and flourish.” Thorin stated, his voice reverberating through the wide room. He then stepped to the side to allow Dis to approach her oldest son.
Fili did not have to kneel before his mother as he had his uncle, but he did bow respectfully to her when he stood. The powerful woman wished her son an evening much like Thorin had before she pressed a kiss to his forehead and stepped back to allow his instructors for both book learning and physical combat to pass out their own well wishes. The blond found himself blinking in mute surprise at Dwalin; he’d missed the warrior in his initial scan of the room. Not that such a thing was a difficult feat in light of how many extra faces he was only half familiar with were present.
The large dwarf muttered gruff congratulations before thumping his shoulder and shifting to the side to allow Balin his say. The adviser was much the same with his words albeit softer with his delivery and quick to flash a smile at the young dwarf before moving back so that Thorin and Dis could come forward again.
This time she reached for one of the braids on Fili’s head and removed the bead at the end before unraveling the wave. This was the end of his proverbial childhood; the braid marking him as underage would be reshaped by Thorin into one of representing Fili’s available status for the night. Should he find a bed partner, the intricate braid would again be changed by the individual into one that stated his achieved adulthood.
The wide calloused fingers in his hair were gentle and worked quickly to fashion the complex pattern, and soon enough, a bead was clasped onto the end of it. Then, Thorin placed his hands on his nephew’s shoulders and squeezed them firmly with a smile as he declared loudly that Fili was eligible for the rest of the day until dawn the next morning.
Anxiety tight in his gut, said dwarf bowed deeply to his family and friends, did the same to the rest of his audience, and then turned on his hell to exit the room as quickly as was polite. Already he could feel the heavy weight of covetous eyes on his back.