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The royal line of Durin and their chronic resting bitch face
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happy fili friday’s eve
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Spread the Fíli hugs. Add your favorite Fíli hug pic and spread it around.
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silvermoon-scrolls · 10 months
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THE HOBBIT: THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG Dean O'Gorman as Fíli inside the Woodland Realm's dungeons
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mhyinart · 1 year
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Happy Fili Friday Everyone!!!
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erosofthepen · 2 months
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fili friday
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brother-genitivi · 1 year
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it’s friday u know what that means
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Prompt: "Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand"
Fili x reader
If your still accepting these pls 💗💗💗
The dance only our heart knows
Pairing: Fíli x Reader
Words: 1 482
It was a big day of celebration today, for it was Durin's day and fifth annivensary of reclaming the Lonely Mountain. And since both days happened to be the same and we are talking about dwarves here, it went without saying they'd threw a big party. Almost everyone had a day off from work, including you. You were clad for being able to work in the mountain and not to return back on living on the road, where you had lived before Gandalf had asked you to assist him and the group of dwarves and a hobbit on journey to reclaim a mountain from a dragon.
And since you still hadn't believed in dragons even after living in Middle Earh for a few years, you decided to tack along, just to proof Gandalf wrong and silly old man. Even this day he still was a silly old man in your eyes, but now you believed that dragons did exists. Along with other horrifying creatures.
You were sitting on a table near royal table, slowly drinking your ale, enjoying the music and the dancers on the middle of the room. You were smiling a little as you spotted Bombur with his daughter Tumli on the dancefloor. Tumli wasn't old, so it went without saying that her dancing skills weren't the best ones. But still, she and her father had a good time.
While you were enjoying your view of the danfloor, someone else had their eyes on you.
Fíli was leaning to back rest of his chair as he looked at you, only hearing half of what his mother and uncle were talking about. He smiled a little as he saw your smile turning even bigger. He could feel his heart expanding with joy just for the sight of you smiling and knowing you were happy. The music stopped and Fíli turned towards the dance floor, watching as dwarves returned to their seats, went to get more food or ale or another dance partner, or simply staying still to dance with their current partner.
Then Fíli turned his eyes back to you and smiled as he noted your longing look. He knew you hadn't been dancing this evening, nor had anyone asked you to dance. So, Fíli downed his ale and got up. For who would be a better dance partner for the first dance of the evening if not crown prince himself?
"Excusme, m'lady" Fíli said as he bend closer to you. You look up at him in surprise, not having heard him coming closer to you. Without giving you any time responce, he continued, "Would you grant me the next dance?" You felt yourself blush a little and you looked down, shyly. You had no idea how to dance, which was why you had sat a bit further from the dance floor so no one wouldn't bother to ask you. But now you were asked by a crown prince himself!
"I... don't know ho to dance" you said as the music started, but Fíli only laughed and pulled you up, not caring of your protests. He walked you to the dance floor and dwarves around you looked the two of you, giving you way to dance literally middle of the dance floor. You wanted glare Fíli, but decided to hold it instead. It would be bad enough that you would be stepping on his shoes.
"This hand goes here..." Fíli adviced as he quided your left hand to his shoulder and then he wrapped his arm around your weist. Then he took your hand in his and got a bit closer to you. His hand was rough, yet you didn't mind. And he was so warm. You felt your breath leave as your eyes glued to Fíli's. You two were about same height, you noted. Before you two started to dance, Fíli leaned closer to you and whispered to your ear, "Just let me guide you. You'll see, this is easy" And then he started to move, his hand on your waist guiding you by pressin gently on to you or almost letting go of you. Even if your steps were far from correct, you still enjoyed this. Somewhat.
As Fíli swinged you suddenly, pressing you close to him, a big and happy smile gragged on your lips, lighting up your face. You did enjoy this! And even Fíli started to smile more. He watched you closely, your every facial expression from a frown to shy look around you two as the dwarves around you danced, laughed and sent looks to your way, to finally have a bright smile. And he felt his own heart grow, how it exuded warmth that flooded around his body, making him more aware of being alive than ever before. And he sighed. If this was love, he'd gladly have it.
"Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms" Fíli whispered to your ear, causing you to shiver. He whispered this to you as if he was drunk, but you knew he hadn't been drinking that much to be actually drunk. His little brother had had downed dosens of pints and was about as loud and cheerfull as he usually was, his words still understandable and his walk as steady as any. So, Fíli and his four pint's hadn't gotten him drunk.
But, maybe it was something else that was causing him to say this to you? Maybe he had had a reason to ask you to dance with him...? Dancing had an important role in dwarven culture, you remembered Glóin once mentioning this.
"Fíli..." you whispered as he pressed his forhead against yours. A small smile grew on your lips as you saw his shining blue eyes and the whistfull smile he had. You felt giddy all of a sudden. Did he...? Did he...?
"You are like the most beautiful song I cannot get out of my head" he continued to whisper, making you shiver again. Your mouth was getting dry, and it had nothing to with dancing. You had had no idea he could be this sweet and overly romantic. And it felt a little weird to hear him say these, especially to you. But it still made you feel warm.
"Your eyes are like warm grass in the early summer on a sunny day" he continued breathlesly. You felt like you were glowing. The fact that might Fíli love you had your feelings for him rise even more.
"And yours are like clear sky on the very same summery day, when there are no cloud's on the sky and when the sun is warming us to the very heart" you whispered him back. You felt like you had to say something, but since you weren't sure if he actualy felt something for you, you decided to try with these sweet nothing's he had been gifting for you. Fíli sighed and pressed his forhead against yours, closing his eyes and as the music stopped, so did you two.
A loud clapping brought you two back to reality as you stared at each other for a second before taking a step back, Fíli bowing to you and you curtseying him, still holding eachothers hands. As you rose, you felt still giddy and warm and good. Your heart swelled again, when Fíli took your hand in both of his, stepped a little closer to you a pressed his lips against the back of your hand. Had this been a cartoon or an anime, your heart would have had shot right out of your chest to all to see and your eyes taking a shape of hearts as you'd faint to the floor from this small affection. But, instead, you felt like your heart started to beat faster, how your cheek's turning bright pink and a small, shy smile grew on your lips. You pressed your head a little down as you watched him kiss your hand for a few seconds longer. When Fíli finally stopped and straightened up, you smiled to him lovingly. You had never felt like this before.
The next song started and Fíli invited you to dance with him again with a small smile. You nodded and took a step in front of him, putting your hand over his shoulder as he put his on your waist, and you walzed to the next song, the world around you forgotten.
"(Y/n), after this song, would you let me braid your hair?" Fíli asked shyly. You saw this question had been hard to ask, and how much courage it had taken him to ask it. And you also understood what this actually meant. He did love you. He wanted to court you, have you as his other half. Fíli loved you as you loved him.
"Yes" you breathed out and smiled, presing your head against his shoulder. "I love you, mon amour"
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theblogofdurin · 2 years
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Falling or Failing
summary: feelings are starting to blossom between you and the blonde prince.
word count: 1.2k
Fili x Fem!reader || 18+Only, (just to be safe) || fluff fluff & kinda heated |
Connected to Consoling, Confusion and Confession
a/n: I am really considering making one-shot versions of theses... but I don't know, what do you think? Comment down below and I hope you enjoy
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Since escaping Mirkwood, you and Fili haven't had any time to really to yourselves.
Expect for lingering glances and small smiles, ya'll really haven't be able to talk about what happened.
And tbh you were pulled thin on your presence and so was Fili's
At first, you were grateful to have time to think about what a relationship with Fili would be like and deciding on if it was really worth giving a try.
But now having made your decision to give in to your . You wanted nothing more than to have a moment in private with the blonde prince.
And you almost had it on the boat ride up to mountain.
Having stayed behind to help Oin and Fili (and Bofur?) with the injured Kili. You were both anxious with both what you might find when you got to the mountain but also with anticipation at maybe finally getting period of time to yourselves.
You and Fili were at the front of the wooden vessel as you both help row across the long lake.
Standing next to each, brushing ever so often, you shivering when you caught a wiff of his manly oder, his skin rising into goosebumps when he noticed you glancing over at him, more often than necessary.
"God, he smells good" you practically groaned in your head. "Why in Valor's name can't I just have one moment with him."
( Kili and Bofur will both later swear that they could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife.)
"Is she still deciding." Fili thought to himself "or does this really mean?"
However, that's as far you both were able to go before Oin started jumping up and down as the sight of Dale and the mountain came into view through the thick fog
After arriving, you both realized hit with reality.
Thorin's Madness was getting to everyone. Especially Fili and Kili. You felt bad for the poor princes. Having grown up with the stories of their Great-grandfather and his dragon sickness. You could imagine the impact that they must've felt seeing their Uncle fall under the same illness.
Having to spend most of your days with the others, searching the mounds of gold for the Arkenstone. You almost all but gave up on your conversation with Fili.
It wasn't till one night when Balin had called for you and Bilbo to come to the throne room. Following the exhausted advisor across the marble pathways, you felt like you were trembling from the nerves.
Bilbo on the other hand was trembling.
"Do not fret young ones. " he nodded at both of you, smiling. "The king has just decided to give you all an different assignment and he wishes to discuss it with you."
Turns out the assignment was cleaning up and fixing up the royal bedrooms for the members of the company. Despite his madness, it seems Thorin still wished to stay in everyone good graces by having the beds and the bathing rooms made up for everyone.
However you and Bilbo both knew that it probably was Thorin didn’t completely trust the two (as outsiders) to be in the treasure rooms.
You both didn’t complain.
Though that only put you farther away from Fili, your daily glances coming to a halt. You were excited enough for the chance of having an actually bed to sleep on.
The next day you and Bilbo were already almost done with all the rooms. Having done an excellent job at making all the beds together at once before separating to dust and fluff the rest of room.
You both separate to either ends of the long hallway and went to meet in the middle.
It was when you started your third room still towards your end of the hall that you heard him.
Fili
It seems that Balin had sent them to check on the progress you and Bilbo had made. As they were both talking to Bilbo.
Deciding that now was your only chance. You had to act. Closing the door of the room you were in, you kept one ear pressed against listening as the brothers got closer. P
"Ki, I really don't think Uncle-"
Reaching a hand outside of the chamber just in time, you leaned out of the treshold to grab onto Fili coat into the room with you before quickly closing the door.
Meanwhile...Kili kept walking, acting as though nothing happened, expect for letting out a small laugh as he rounded the corner and as he headed towards the others.
"Gosh, are you okay? I got a bit carried away" You laughed at yourself " once I heard you coming I couldn't stop myself. I just really need to talk to you. I can't take it anymore cause-."
Fili had to blink a few times before he realized what happened and he smile softly at the sight of you in front of him, barely listening you ramble on.
"I really am willing to try if you are. Because frankly, I've never really felt anything like this before and truth be told it kinda scares me a bit at first. I think that's why I never really thought about us before because I didn't believe that anyone could really feel the same kind of emotions about someone as I do about you. I believe I just never let me really think about it and add in that you and kili were showing almost identical approaches it was confusing and i didn't know how to process-"
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Confused, you only raised your eyebrows at him as he shook with laughter, glancing over your face.
"Shut up." He laughed then his lips meet yours.
And it was marvelous.
You never kissed a man with facial hair before, and with the added texture of his slightly chapped lips and the coolest of the metal clasps on his braids.
It took all in your willpower to keep your knees from coming out from under you as the kiss began to deepen.
Fili wasn't much better, having dreamt about this moment for decades. Kissing his one. Kissing you.
Becoming a little over zealous, Fili's hand that still rested on your cheek was quick to join the other as both went to grip your hips and lower back to try to pull your figures even impossibly closer together.
Letting out a small squeak at the moment. You had to pull away slightly to giggle at yourself and at the pure eurphic joy of the moment.
While Fili lips trailed down to place claiming kisses on the warm curve of flesh connecting your neck and shoulder. Before burrowing his face in the croke of your neck and sighing deeply. Imprinting the smell and feel of this moment to memory.
Squeezing you even closer together as he was afraid you slip away and vanish before his eyes.
"Fi~" you breathe lightly
"Y/n" he breathed back.
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kyalia · 8 months
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thewitchkingiscool-ace · 10 months
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Ok so i have decided to assign a LotR/the Hobbit character to each day of the week, based on the first letter of their name. (This idea came to me from a reblog from @blairsanne on one of my posts about fili, with a tag that said “fili friday”) and i will be celebrating them on each day of the week
The days are as follows:
Merry Monday (or Meriadoc Monday)
Tauriel Tuesday
Witch-King Wednesday
Thorin Thursday
Fili Friday
Smeagol Saturday
And Samwise Sunday
You could also have Frodo Friday or Theoden Tuesday or Sauron Saturday or anything else i’m too stupid to think of. I’m gonna do one of these for PotC characters in a bit :D and i might also assign characters to months too, such as Aragorn August or Arwen April or Saruman September or Nori November or Deagol December or Dori December or Dwalin December (idk i’m just thinking of these on the spot lol)
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Flames of the Forge - Bold
Fili x Darrowdam OC Narni
Warnings: cut/drop of blood (nothing major)
Word Count: 5224
Fili is a dwarf dedicated to his craft but still longs to find his one. On his one hundredth birthday, he may just find who he’s looking for. Narni is a blacksmith new to Erebor and presents Prince Fili with a controversial gift. 
A/n: Hopefully this will be the first in a few short stories about these two. We’ll see how I go. Let me know if you want a tag list. This is mainly fluff but please feel free to comment and reblog if you enjoy!  
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The dress was soft and silky as it sat on her skin, the deep purple material hemmed with gold thread and steel cuffs making her feel powerful as she moved through the halls of Erebor. Her family and mastery beads sat in her braids tightly and her hair had been woven in such a way it brushed the ground in its length despite its carefully planned plaits. She adorned her favorite ear cuffs, gold but simple with a single amethyst gem dangling from her right ear. She moved with pride and purpose as she swept into the main hall full of dwarves.
She new it was a bold move, what she was doing. Very few had ever presented the golden-haired prince with a dagger of their own making, and even less had the nerve to do so in such a public setting. He lined his body with the weapons like one would with their beads and braids. They were apart of him, the cold blades hidden around his form, and he took pride in each and every one of them. His knowledge of the forge and its steel transcended into the beauty of his weapons. The prince was known for his dagger forging, the pieces of art that his hands created more stunning than any master could dream of bringing to completion. He bent an infused a slice of his soul into every blade he created. Sharp. Strong. Dangerous.
The only thing more beautiful then gazing upon such daggers was watching him use them. He used them like they were an extension of his body. Completely in control, his movements were always flawless and swift. The way he danced through the air with his steel was mesmerizing.
He had a kind and gentle heart, but when it came to his daggers, he was specific and stringent. Anything less than perfect was a waist of time in his book, and the few blacksmiths that had presented him with a dagger had been turned away in disgust. He had even kicked one out of the room entirely for presenting him a knife with a twisted and unfinished pommel.
His heart and soul belonged to his chosen craft. He lived and breathed the hot steel of the forges, the pounding and molding of the hammer on anvil, the sizzle and bubble of the quench. They weren’t just knives to him. To him they spoke stories and showed passions. A dagger showed your deepest essence as well as protected your life. To be presented with anything less then a flawless blade was an insult to himself and his craft.
The first time Narni had seen Fili Durin was in the battle of the five armies as she fought in Dain’s army. She had caught a glimpse of golden hair admits the chaos and frozen in place as she watched the darrow slice through orc after orc, dancing effortlessly through the battle of bodies and steel. It was only for a second, but the way he moved with his weapons had moved her. She had been a blacksmith since she could walk and had dedicated to learning the way of the blade, in battle and in the forge. The weapon itself was pedestrian, but the way the prince had used it brought a new life to the old steel. It was like artwork watching him twist and turn with steel in his hand and it sent a strange feeling through her body. And then in a blink he was gone.
The second time she had spotted him was in the forges. With the growth of Erebor, she had bid her parents farewell in the Iron Hills and settled down in the lonely mountain, continuing to learn and hone her skills with the uncovered knowledge of their libraries and ancient forges now burning with dragon fire. He had been testing one of his newly finished blades, the knife slicing through the thick leather hide like butter. He held such consecration and focus in his ocean blue eyes and he tested and wrapped his blade. Pride was held in his smile and as she studied his work for afar, she couldn’t deny its beauty.
That’s what sparked her soul and guided her to make her own dagger. One that she would offer to her prince.
The other dwarves had laughed, sneered and gasped when they had found out, but the dam could not be dissuaded. She had used every skill she had learnt and mastered from the design to the polish, pouring her blood, sweat and soul into her creation, and now, on the princes one hundredth birthday, she would offer her hard work to him.  
Her heart was in her throat as she waited, fiddling with the soft layer of silk that wrapped her work. She knew it was a good blade, beautiful and deadly, but she did not know how he would react to such a gift. Would he smile, his pretty blue eyes widening in fascination? Would he nod politely and brush the gift of to one on the servers unimpressed? Would he scoff and send her away? The line she stood in took another step and it was almost her turn to face the prince.
Something solid hit her back however, and knocked her unbalanced as she thought, the gift falling from her hands and siding along the ground.
“Hey!” she protested, turning to glare at who had hit her, “take care where you step fool!”.
She cringed when she relised who was standing behind her. Vargit, another blacksmith and a bully, stationed a few forges away from her own staired back with a scowl. He was adorned in his best attire, and being the son of a lord from centuries ago, it made her own outfit look like rags. He practically glittered with the number of jewels and gems that hung from his coat.
“Sorry Birdy, I do hope nothing is broken?” he shot back quickly. Narni ignored the unflattering nickname and looked around for her gift, finding it already in the hands of Vargit’s brother, Vaster.
“Now, now, what is this Birdy?” the younger questioned with furrowed brows, shaking the box and unwrapping the silk. To slowly she lunged for the box his eyes widened at what laid inside. “Well now, that wouldn’t be a gift for the prince, would it?”
He swiftly threw the box over her head and into his brother hands to show him.
“Your joking?” Vargit chuckled holding up the knife to the light, “You’re actually going to present prince Fili with a dagger? You are a mad one. Skilled yes, that I would not deny, but mad nevertheless,”
“Mad or not,” she grunted as she jumped to take back her gift, missing when he held it far above his head, “I will do so with or without your permission. Now give it back!”
She jumped again and he laughed as she missed for a second time. Even for a darrowdam she was short against her kin, and she though it best not to punch the son of a nobledwarf in the gut, no matter how much he tempted her.
“Such temper in such a small frame,” he mocked, “yet to no avail,”
She tensed her knuckles by her sides “Perhaps I should use my anger to break your nose instead?”
“Oh I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” he grinned side eyeing the high court where his father stood in discussion with Lord Balin, the kings high adviser. She turned her head to follow his gaze and he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I wouldn’t want to get you kick out of the party before you could present your gift,”
He thrusted the box into her hands and pushed her forwards as the announcer called her up. Flustered and rushed she stepped forwards and bowed low enough for her knees to touch the cold stone she stood upon.
When she looked up, she saw him. Prince Fili ‘lion heart’ Durin, son of Dis and heir to the throne of Erebor. He sat in his throne, to the right of the kings’, and held a small smile on his lips. Beautiful golden locks braided around his face framed his blue eyes and in his thick beard, just below his bottom lip, held a single braid and bead. A master blacksmith bead.
She swallowed harshly when she saw it and he must have noticed. He faintly raised one of his brows and tilted his head as he gazed at her softly, his grin widening when her entire face burnt red in embarrassment.
The announcer at her side cleared his throat and she jumped in her spot, pulling her eyes away from his.
“Oh, I, um.. Narni Silversands, at your service your majesty. And to you I present my gift for your one hundredth birthday,”
She held out the box, cringing at the wrinkled ribbon and uneven silk thanks to Vargit and Vaster’s rough handling, but bowing her head respectfully as the box was handed to the prince.
“I thank you for my gift Narni,” he purred in a beautiful silky voice that had her blushing once again, “though I must say I am surprised,”
“Surprised your majesty?”  
He nodded once, his bead jingling as he did so, “The only dwarves that have handed me gift with there own hands tonight have been those on the council or their children. I do not recognize you as one of those children, and you seem far to young and lovely to be on the council,”
“Oh,” she blinked pushing back the thoughts of him calling her lovely, and focusing on putting words together, “You would be correct my prince. I am not Lord’s daughter or Lady of the house. Merely a blacksmith who now calls this mountain her home,”
“A blacksmith you say?”
“Yes, your majesty, a bold one some might say,”
He tilted his head again and gave a small chuckle. With thick fingers he pulled open the bow and Narni felt herself hold her breath. The small smile on her princes’ face slowly faded as he staired into the box and she felt her heart drop in her stomach.
Mahal. He hated it.
Fili opened his mouth to say something but closed it again with a look of discomfit. He glanced at her again and she felt her eyes begin to burn with tears. She took a breath and pushed them down as best she could.
“It is… nice?” He tried cautiously, noting the anguish on her face, “An admirable effort I suppose, nothing fundamentally wrong with it. Pretty silver handle?”
Five months she had worked on that dagger! From tip to hilt she had worked tirelessly to make it perfect, to make it a part of her and a part of him and all he could say was…
“Silver?” she scrunched her nose up, “the handle is not silver,”
He looked at her questionably and snorted, “Yes, it is,” he argued holding up the box to show her.
There in the box sat a simple silver dagger.
Not her dagger.
“But how? That’s not.. I didn’t…”
“I’m sorry master Narni but I don’t know what more to say on the matter…”
“That’s not mine. I didn’t make that for you!”
Fili frowned, “You packed the wrong knife before you came? That seems hard to believe lass,”
Around her dwarves started to laugh and she took a shaky step back.
“I don’t understand I…”
Fili gave her a sympathetic look and her bottom lip trembled. Dwarves arounder her began to mutter and she could only catch words like ‘pitiful’ and ‘silly girl’.  Her palms felt sweaty and her breathing shuttered.
“Perhaps it is time for you to move on,” the announcer muttered lighting pushing her out of the way and back into the crowds. Before she could get a word out to argue the next person had stepped up began their introductions. She turned on her heal and dove back into the crowds to cover herself from the golden princes’ eyes that lingered on her sadly.
Her heart pounded in her ears and her hands shook as she tried to make it to the doors of the grate hall. She kept her head down as she shuffled wiping away her tears and sniffling miserably to herself.
She didn’t understand what had happened, she had made sure that everything was perfect. How could another dagger be placed in the box like that?
“What’s wrong Birdy? The prince not like your gift?” a voice called over her shoulder stopping her dead in her tracks. She tilted her head back and watched Vargit grin down at her when she made the realization.
“You? You did this didn’t you? You swapped the daggers”
His grin widened wickedly and he pulled out her dagger from his jacket, “Of course I swapped them. I got so sick of you beating me every step of the way. Every knife a make, you make a better one. Every sword I smith they pay you double!” His smile had slowly vanished as he had spoken, anger replacing his features, “So now you look like a disaster in front of everyone, no one will every commission your blades again. And now there’s noting standing in my way of smithing,”
“What?” she spat at him, her anger burning under her skin, “Mahal, what the stars are you talking about? Maybe make a decent blade from time to time and you wouldn’t have a problem to begin with!”
“Oh you little brat! You little Bird! Take your daggers and stay out of my way!”
And with that he threw her dagger as far as he could onto the restricted balcony above their heads. She let out a cry and took off down the corridor no longer bothering to hide the tears that streamed down her face.
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Fili’s night had been long and numbing, and he let out a stifled sigh as he looked around the room and ignored the conversation around him. Truly that hall looked grand. The large iron chandeliers were ablaze, the food was abundant and the Durin tapestry that lined the back wall behind their thrones was complete and hung against stone. His uncle had gone above and beyond to make this night spectacular and as much as the prince wished to sit back and enjoy it, he knew it for what it really was.
Since reclaiming the mountain and taking his rightful place as prince and heir, Fili had balanced his duties with his love for his craft. He would spend almost every spare second he had in his forges, more grand and luxurious as there were here compared to what they had in the Blue Mountains, and he had quickly dedicated himself to his craft. Only, he had not taken up his craft alone like many other masters had, which meant Thorin had tried to set him up with more dams that he could count. Tonight was no different. The grand expense and over the top outfit that had been chosen for his were all an attempt for his uncle to find him a spouse. He loved his uncle dearly, but it was becoming a bit much.
In truth, Fili wasn’t against the idea of finding someone to spend the rest of his life with. Mahal, the prince has had his wedding planed since he was twelve. It was Kili that people saw as the hopeless romantic out of the two off them, but Fili was just as much emersed in the longing to find his one as his brother. It was just difficult to actually find them. Especially now that he was a prince and the crowned prince no less. Most of the time he could spot those who would bat their eyes at him in the hopes of wealth and political power rather quickly, sending them away and continuing his search. The others that had actually wanted to get to know him he simply didn’t connect with the right way to see a romantic relationship with in the future. He had to follow his head in making a decision, but he also had to follow his heart.
His mother had always spoke of the first time she had met their father, the spark that short through them when their eyes met and the connection they felt in their souls when they spoke. He had seen it in Kili when he had met Tauriel in the Elven Kings dungeons and in his uncle at Bilbo as they stood upon the Carrow. He knew of the magic of finding your one, and he had thought he almost found it.
A beautiful darrowdam dressed in purples and gold had approached his throne flushed and shy taking his breath away when her eyes flickered up to meet his. He didn’t recognize her face or recall her name but she had called herself a blacksmith. Her steel masters bead tracing alone her soft jaw had confirmed it and for a moment he felt something. Perhaps it was the that flame in her eyes that held out her soul for show, or the adorable chuckle she gave when she called herself ‘bold’.
And bold she was to present to him such a gift. A gift that he had rejected in so many others.
She held confidence in her stance but not the cockiness of others he had the displeasure of meeting. Though as he opened the box it was not what he had imagined. He had expected her soul to speak through her creation, the same flare that rolled off her effortlessly weaved into its sharp metal. Maybe he had thought to much of her, expected too much to soon. His heart fell to his stomach when he saw the plain looking dagger sat snug in the box.
He had watched her face fall and he looked between the weapon and her face and the confusion that scrunched up her face as he showed her what she had presented to him. It almost made him want to believe there had been a mix up and wait for her to find her ‘real’ gift, but before he could address her again the announcer had pushed her out of the line and ushered the next person up.
He had sulked to himself ever since and now as he sat next to the King and Lord Dain and pretended to listened to wherever they were talking about as he huffed and sighed. He quickly decided that he needed another glass of wine and lifted his crystal goblet only to be temporally blinded as a flash bounced from the lighting to his mug to him. He blinked a few times and looked around to find what had reflected catching a flash of metal fly threw the air. His first though was that they were under attack and his hand instantly when to one of his hidden knifes at his hip. When he registered that it was not coming towards them but away, he squinted through the crowd to see where it had come from and if there was to be another.
His breath caught in his throat when he spotted the dam from before with her purple dress flowing around her like a halo and her hair sweeping the floor. She was standing with one of the Lord’s sons and they were both facing towards where the object had landed. He watched from afar as pain spread across her features and she took off into a run out of the hall, leaving the other darrow to laugh and strut away.
The prince frowned at the exchange and felt his stomach churn. Had he hurt her in some way? She hadn’t limped and held onto anything in pain, through her expression made him hesitate. He had done something to distress her and it had to do with that flash of object that now laid on the retracted balcony. Well, restricted if you weren’t of the royal line.
Excusing himself in a quiet voice, Fili slipped out of the great hall and slowly wondered up to the balcony that the object sat. His feet wondered up the spiral staircase and through the corridor and finally he came upon the door. When he arrived, he slid open the stone door and looked around the small area with intrigue. Neither dwarf had held a bow so what ever it was must have been small enough and light enough to been throw to such a height.
He checked under the few chairs and table that sat in the room before another flash hit his eye. There on the edge of the balcony sat a knife teetering on the edge of falling. Quickly he snatched it up and examined his find, his eyes widening in wonder at the steel that laid in him palms.  
The daggers blade was a ladder damascus pattern and as he flipped it around in his hands, he discovered it was coated so that the metal shone a gorgeous Durin blue in direct lighting. It was a rare skill amongst blacksmiths to make the colour shine through and he had never seen it accomplished so well on a blade before. The pommel was made from some sort of bone or antler and sealed with a resin so it would not crack, darkening to a gold colour at the hilt that displayed the head of a lion. The prince moved closer to the light had gasped at the detailing of the sculpture. The lion’s mouth held a snarl and a braid adorned each side of its mane to match his own. He traced his fingers over the smooth blade finding no rivets or delamination in the steel and a sharp sting struck his fingertip as a bead or red dripped onto steel. It was as sharp as ice and now christened with his blood.  
It must have taken its creator months to perfect and if filled him with exhilaration and a tad of jealousy at its skillful crafting.
Was this what the dam had intended to gift him? No wonder she had been so distressed when he showed her the other dagger that laid in the box he was given. But how did it end up here?
He had to find her, to ask if she truly was the creature of such beauty. But how would he do that? He had her name but knew nothing else about her.
Frustrated and newly inspired, he turned away from his own party and began to wonder through the halls of the great mountain in contemplation. He needed to find her. To ask her. To explain. Would she be understanding to his rejection or angry with him? Would she be kind or hash as he sort her out. Could she teach him how she created a blade with such vibrant colour? Perhaps he could craft her a dagger of his own making as an apology?
Locked so deep in his thoughts he wondered down stairways and through archways of stone until he came across the forges. So caught up in his mind of planning and designing his legs had carried him to his work bench. A smile broke out on his face and he made for his desk knowing he had so designing paper left over from his last build. He paused at his desk however and frowned as the sound of a hammer sounded and echoed through the darkness.
The royal forges were on the second level of the smithery, separated for safety and comfort for those who would normally be swarmed by their subjects, but was open so they could look out and over the other blacksmiths on the first level. Looking over the railing of his level a single forge was lit and burning, a dwarf pounding down of the glowing metal bar before them. A flash of purple material on their person caught his eye.
Shocked and hopeful Fili practically raced down the stairs and over to their forge slowing only when he arrived to watch them in awe. It was indeed Narni, her long hair wrapped up messily into a bun and her dress gaining burns and smudges of charcoal. He also noted sadly, the dried lines of tears that ran down her face and the newly puffed burns on her hands from not paying complete attention.
Loose wisps of hair stuck to her forehead as sweat dripped down her face and neck. He could see her muscle through her dress as she reeled back her arm and brought it down with a crack to the metal.
Realizing he was staring he took a timid step forwards and cleared his throat. She spun around quick as lightning and held out her red glowing steel under his chin in a defensive stance.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, but she eventually lowered the steel and tilled her head in question.
“My prince Fili? What in Mahal are you doing down here?”
The prince remained speechless and wide eyed as he gazed at her, his turn to blush and stammer. So soft and gentle she had looked kneeled before him, but here in her domain, she looked powerful and dangerous. Either way Fili thought she was beautiful.
Pulling his eyes away he remembered why he was here and held out the dagger from the balcony.
Narni’s eyes watered a touch and she let out a soft gasp, “How did you get this?”
“It is yours is it not? The dagger you were meant to gift to me?”
“Yes,” she nodded, leaving her metal and hammer on her workshop bench and taking a few steps towards him, “This is the dagger I crafted but it should be abandoned on a balcony not here in your hands,”
“It is exquisite,” he whispered.
Her face lit up at his words.
“Truly? You like it? You’re not just saying that because you feel bad?”
“Not at all! My words are sincere when I say this is one of the most beautiful blades I have ever had the pleasure of wielding,”
He offered her a smile and she sheepishly returned it. She held out her hands.
“May I?”
He nodded and placed the dagger in her hands only for her to kneel before him. The light from the forges’ flames made her eyes shine and dance as she looked up at him with determination.
“My prince Fili,” she said with a bow of her head, “on your one hundredth birthday I present you with a gift made of my own hands in the hope that it may serve you well inside and outside of the battle field. To you, I give a dagger forged in the mountain you will someday rule, by a subject that holds nothing but loyalty and adoration for your bravery and dedication to his people and his craft,”
He felt touched by her words and couldn’t help his eyes from watering as she declared them, “Such devotion and kind words you hold for me my dear Narni. I will do well to honor them always,”
“Thankyou for giving me the chance to say them. I don’t know how you came across my dagger nor how you found me all the way down here while the great hall is filled with merry and song, but I will always be grateful,”
A strangely comfortable silence engulfed them as they watched each other through the dark. Fili removed his only visible dagger and tucked it inside his jacket replacing it with Narni’s gifted dagger, the lion facing out like it would defend him when needed.
Testing the waters, the golden prince took a step closer to her workbench and let his eyes wonder. Papers covered in ruff sketches and little notes to herself lined the back wall of her desk and handmade tools for carving and molding delicate details were tucked into a jar to the right.
“Did you design all of these?” he asked.
“Yes, most are decorative pieces rather than practical, but a few are the favorite knifes I have already completed,”
“And this?” he gestured to the now cooling metal she had been working on, “what will this become?”
She blushed scarlet, “Honestly, with the way I was pounding it, most likely it will end in the scraps. It was more so something to take my frustrations out on,”
He chuckled knowing the feeling. He had spent many a night merely heating metal to bash at it after a particularly stressful day in council meetings or other royal business.
“A shame, I would have loved to see you create something now I know of your talent with the steel. perhaps another day I will have the chance to see it?”
She seemed taken back by his request but nodded and grinned again, “Only if I may see you at work also?”
“You truly are a bold one, aren’t you?”
“Is that a bad thing?”
Fili thought for a moment and his hand came to rest on the hilt of his dagger, the feel of his lion new to his fingers. New and thrilling.
“No, I think it is a good thing. Actually, I think I may need to follow in boldness,” he confessed.
“Oh, and why is that my prince?”
“I would like to get to know you better miss Narni Silversands, and I must be bold enough to ask. Would you like to come back to the party with me?”
She smiled brightly at his question but faltered when she looked down at herself, “I would love to prince Fili, but I’m afraid I may have ruined my only dress. I would not wish to make you or your halls so filthy,”
He though for a moment before nodding, “Then perhaps I may get to know you here. Coal smudges and all?”
“I do have some designs I could show you?” she mused, scratching her chin and leaving a black smudge along her jaw.
Fili chuckled at the action, “I would love to see them,” he grinned bringing his hand up to her face and wiping the stain from her skin. It was a bold move put it paid off when she blushed brightly, making the same face she had in the great hall.
He took a step back, reignited the fire so they had light to see and sat down next to the dam. She pulled out a few sketches, some black sheets and some chalk and pencils and laid them down before them. She scooched herself closer to him and he gave her a cheeky smile.
“What? It’s cold,” she defended.
“Well that just won’t do, will it?”
With one last bold move for the night, he peeled off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.
They settled comfortably against each other and didn’t move until the sun come up the next morning, talking and laughing and designing knives or beauty. Perhaps it wasn’t the sparks his mother felt upon meeting his father, or the bright glowing light his brother described, but being next to her? It felt… nice.
It felt… right.
Could it be?
His one?
He supposed he would have to be bold one more time and find out.    
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