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Sneeze pt 18

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Bagginshield baby otw, double wedding and tons of fluff. Kinda borrowed and tweaked quotes from Jurassic Park and Lord of the Rings.

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“You just-.”

In the distant corner of the castle you heard Bilbo’s voice ring out through the muddle of voices before Thorin retorted, “I am not nearly drunk enough to believe that. Neither are you.”

His foot stamped causing you chin to tilt as your ear twitched at his firing back, “I am carrying our Fauntlings Thorin, I can’t drink, you know that!”

Dain chuckled before a tipsy slur slipped from his lips, “Aye, and I’ve grown a good foot through my travels!” On your knees now Thranduil, Legolas and Celeborn all sat up watching your path to your closet to fetch your dress again.

With his huff in the distance you could picture Bilbo’s eyes narrowing while his arms crossed over his chest as you re-entered the room laying Thranduil’s long silver robe and sunflower coated wrap on the bed while your other hand secured your dress across your chest. Meeting Thranduil’s curious smile you stated, “Lover’s tiff downstairs.” To which Thranduil nodded and you added, “Have to go settle this.” Turning your back to Celeborn his smile grew again accepting the task of helping you secure the row of buttons down your back as Legolas fetched your rose gold circlet to ease over your long braid while Thranduil added his shirts and boots again before Legolas helped him add his crown.

Hall after hall they heard the discussion growing until your entrance split the crowd as Bilbo gave a proud smirk to his intended and waved his hand in your direction stating, “Ask her then!”

Thorin’s head turned as you approached before he gave a disbelieving chuckle and cockily stated, “Jaqi, perhaps you can settle this. My Love here is inclined to keep insisting he is carrying our Pebble.”

Your head nodded as you glanced between them to state, “He’s not.” Thorin nodded cockily towards Bilbo then darted his head back in your direction when you stated, “He’s obviously carrying twins.”

All Dwarven eyes were on you as Dain gave a giddy laugh extending a finger at you as Thorin’s Parents, Grandmother and Siblings inched closer to you eyeing Bilbo and you curiously before Thorin asked, “What?!”

An easy smile slid onto your lips at Bilbo’s eye roll and head shaking while you stated, “Dwarves are taught that you’re formed from the same stuff Mountains are correct?” Thorin and the others nodded, “Well coating those mountains are random bushes, clumps of flowers and the random massive tree, Hobbits are formed from the same stuff. Just as stubborn and disbelieving of the very elements placed there to hinder their growth. But one thing you learn from living among Hobbits is Life and Love find a way.” Your eyes scanned over the still confused Dwarves as the smiling Hobbits nodded as you heard Estel grumbling as the guards from his room escorted him down to join the noisy party again that had woken him.

“Through their lives Male Hobbits, once reaching maturity, their bodies slowly shift through a few months through their first season of fertility, that fall their bodies shift back. After that their bodies only shift when they are meant to carry children.” With parted lips they eyed Bilbo again as Thorin’s misty eyes lowered to the small pudgy middle on his intended he was so pleased to have brought back upon their return, publicly showing his ability to keep his future Husband in such comfort. “Hobbits, even in a few cases have been able to carry children before meeting their Ones, their kin give birth when they are meant to. If you still need a few examples you could speak with the Gamgees, both Mr and Mrs Gamgee are expecting now.”

Their heads turned to the proud round Mr Gamgee, having already undone his outer vest to raise up the hem of his shirt exposing the clear proof to all Dwarves nearby as Mrs Gamgee rubbed her own smaller bump. Wetting his lips Thorin caught your eye asking after clearing his throat, “How, the birth?”

Your smile flinched back as you answered, “Through the second trimester Bilbo’s body will slowly shift readying for the Fauntlings. He won’t be overly feminine, but he will be able to give birth easily and nurse after for the usual few months as he shifts back again. Something I thought you’d understand, after all your own Uncle Fundin and his Husband went through the same thing. How’d you imagine those two came into the world, even Dwarves shift when needed.” Briefly you pointed at Balin and Dwalin who’s brows furrowed trying to remember their Father’s they had lost so young and the tales of their courting and marriage. With a confirming nod Thrain caught his Son’s eye before eying the small bump containing his future Grandchildren.

A gentle hand curled around Thorin’s wrist drawing his eyes to the rounded middle forming a small bump under the now opened outer vest Bilbo had unbuttoned allowing Thorin’s first tear to streak down his cheek realizing the clear circle slowly growing. In a broken whisper Thorin’s pled, “You’re carrying our Pebbles?”

Bilbo nodded and chuckled at the firm hug he was pulled into as you stated, “Should be here near the end of summer.”

Turning his head to meet your gaze Thorin pulled back to ask, “How long have you known?”

Bilbo, “I told you at Beorns, after our, stay, in Rivendell. You complimented me on my rounded form, I thought you understood.”

Thorin’s brow rose, “I thought you were joking, our kin rarely shift, if ever.”

Bilbo’s finger tapped his intended’s nose, “Well, one thing not to joke about for Hobbits is Fauntlings, or Pebbles, as you refer to them.”

Turning his head to meet your eye Thorin’s lips parted to request, “Marry us.”

In a glance down at you from your side Thranduil’s lips eased into a soft smile at your shoulders shifting through your pleased twist from side to side your body gave as you stated, “I’ll need your courting ax.”

With a nod Thorin turned to his table behind him accepting the ax formerly propped against the side of it from the smiling Kili and his beaming Brother beside him before he turned offering it to you. Gripping it in your hand you nodded saying, “Alright, Crowns off, and onto the steps over there.” The pair of them complied as all the Dwarves and Hobbits wove together claiming their own places as the giddily giggling Gandalf lowered into the chair Elrond had forced him into with an exhausted huff. Moving to the side as you hopped onto the top step as everyone gathered around giddily with Thranduil eyeing you lovingly, silently hoping you would agree to a quick set of vows as well.

Face to face the blushing pair each holding their left hands palms down on the other’s right hand palm facing up as Bilbo’s feet shifted closer together at the end of the step Thorin was standing at the end of to make them the same height. Gently you set the ax with the head diagonally across their shoulders with the blade resting on Thorin’s, as per Dwarven tradition facing it towards the giver marking their trust towards their Love. “War must be, while we defend our lives against any destroyer; do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. Love only that which they defend. This ax signifies the protection and willingness to defend your One through any perils or darkness descending, with trust binding you together. With palms extended offering all you have and will be gifted, promising to remain within arms reach no matter what comes your way guiding each other in the crossing back to peace again.”

Locking eyes lovingly with the pair of removed head dresses behind them in the palms of Bilbo’s Sister and Frerin looking on as you started the ceremony presenting the pair.

Through the greetings smiles grew as you recited the Ancient Dwarvish blessing for the pair before shifting into a Hobbitish one before Balin brought up the pair of rings he had been carrying around knowing they would end up in this very situation eventually at their shared impatience.

After the finalizing of the traditional vows as you moved the ax to be propped up between them with their right hands as they swapped the soppiest most blush inducing vows nearly drawing you to a giant puddle of giggles. But nowhere as bad as Bilbo and his bright red state from his heart eyed giant puddle of Dwarf King praising his each element of his being after Bilbo’s slightly more reigned in but just as emotional unloading for just this once in public. With the swapping of rings a near tackling kiss was ensued as you granted them permission.

Covering your face you giggled as they nearly collapsed onto the ground while the crowd cheered wildly before Dwalin approached lifting them onto their feet mid laugh so they could draw in a breath and face the cheering crowd as you lowered their crowns in place. “I now present Thorin Oakenshield King Under the Mountain and Bilbo Baggins King Consort.” The cheers sounded again as they beamed brightly and glanced back at you when you nudged their backs as the Dwarven band turned to claim their places. Blushing grins grew between them as Thorin led his Husband onto the floor for their first dance while you turned to Estel who was passed into your arms nestling his head against your chin and chest watching their hushed conversation.

Slowly they were soon joined by more couples on the floor awaiting their dancing to start, while you stepped back to Celeborn and Thranduil’s side where your gentle cooing at your Son halted as the loving newlyweds spotted his pointing at you and your intended widening their grins.

Across the room a clear shout sounded from Thorin, “I’m certain Lord Elrond can manage your ceremony as well Jaqi!” Your eyes met his, missing Thranduil’s creeping grin matching the men around you as well as Estel’s hopeful look up at you, “We’re all here, might as well make it a double. We can always do the double reception in Erebor after, since we’ve already handled the wedding and you’ve presented us both to rank.”

Your lips parted only to look down at Estel as he pled softly, “Please Naneth?”

Raising your eyes you met Thranduil’s with a playful glare, “You put him up to this.”

He shook his head as Celeborn chuckled then stated, “Pear,” your head turned and you eyed his growing smile, “We’re all here, you’re all dressed. We can always have another fuller service later with everyone else, it’s how me and your Naneth tied our bond. You don’t seem the type to start in an explosive celebration. Few minutes of attention then you slip away again.”

Rolling your eyes they landed on Thranduil again as he released his lower lip through Legolas claiming Estel while the King said, “We could still wait till morning, if you’d prefer.” With a sigh your eyes turned to Elrond who joined his Children on approaching you to claim your circlet and his crown while Legolas slipped a small velvet pouch from his pocket he passed to Estel. Softly giggling the pair followed you back to the center of the raised section of the floor while everyone grouped up at the Company’s announcement of the second ceremony widening their smiles.

In the mix of faces gold pouches were traded subtly below the waist through the crowd as Elrond drew a silken scarf traditional for Elven unions he’d saved from his own small ceremony at Celebrian’s wish to have a small service herself. Offering your palms out your left hands were wrapped in the scarf as Elrond gave the traditional opening.

Soon you had to bite your lip at the second set of bell coated scarves Elrond’s Sons wrapped around you through the swapping of vows. Thankfully for you Elven ceremonies were short, ending with the trading of rings, yours being coated in more of the same shimmering Jewels of Lasgalen around deep emeralds around a large pale blue stone, with a matching jewel coated wedding band forming woven antlers extending to your knuckle matching his larger ring with a large purple stone in the center. Your anticipated playful glare came with Thranduil’s loving gaze deepening through your nearly tear filled gaze at his incredible gifted ring.

Locked in your bound state you listened to the closing recitation while Estel and Legolas claimed the task of removing your bindings before a muffled giggle came from you in the loud eruption of cheers through Thranduil’s cupping your cheeks in the passionate kiss. With another smile and struggle against your joint blush you both joined Bilbo and Thorin on the dance floor claiming a joint first dance after your re-crowning. Rolling your eyes up at Thranduil you mumbled, “Just what will you be staging next?”

His grin grew through his chuckle and reply, “Oh, that My Love, is not to be shared just yet. Some fine detailing left still.”

With a sigh your head rested against his chest making him chuckle again at your mumbling, “You are simply incorrigible Duil.”

Deepening his smile he leaned in to purr against your ear, “Part of what you love in me Dearest Tingilinde. Of that, I’m certain.”

When you pulled back again your eyes met and he watched your playful smirk, “And just what is it, I wonder, to have been so appealing to you about me?”

In a low chuckle after your lift and spin he curled his arm around your back through the next two passes as you turned away from him, still holding your close in the hand hold across your middle through the traditional newlyweds dance shared by your cultures. Purring lowly against your ear he replied, “From the first moment I saw you I remembered what it felt like to breathe again. Ages I’ve been holding my breath without knowing it. My Dearest Love, you light a fire in me with a single glance, and your smile, steals the very breath you brought back to me. And your laugh-.”

Rolling your eyes you turned again with a giggle meeting his gaze for the next spin as he eyed your blush, “Alright, I get it.”

Locked in a deepening loving gaze into your eyes he smiled wider after releasing his lip from between his teeth to purr playfully again, “Blush all you wish. I’ll pause for now, but there is still so many things I have yet to list on my reasons for loving you. I assure you, I will finish it later,” leaning in through your next turn he added, “When we’re alone again, with you in my arms.”

As the dance ended you bit your lip and turned your head spotting Estel’s large yawn and head drooping against Legolas’ shoulder bringing a smile to his new Brother’s face. In a tilt of his head Legolas turned towards the door to go take him back upstairs to his room to snuggle with him, ensuring he got enough rest. Turning your head your eyes met Celeborn’s and you stole a peck on Duil’s cheek gaining a chuckle from him as he claimed Arwen’s hand for a dance as you drew your Father into the mix.

The large smile on his face grew as he held you tightly pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering, “I am so happy for you little Pear. I can’t wait to see your lives unfold, and our family grow.” Curling his arms tighter around you through your lean against his chest he added, “And I know your Naneth and Celbrian will not mind at all waiting until the larger service, where they both play a larger part.”

“You’re sure they won’t mind?”

He chuckled softly leading you through a spin, “My precious Pear, we all will have a great deal of stress and pain brought up through our kin returning. We need to group together, and see our way through the re-homing and settling again.”

With a smirk you replied, “I suppose we all get to watch you and Elrond woo your Ones again then.”

Widening his smile as he chuckled softly, “I suppose you will.” Stealing another peck on your forehead he added, “And don’t you worry, we both will be focusing on you and Estel for quite some time,” his smile grew adding, “Along with any other Little Ones coming along the way.”

With a soft giggle you rolled your eyes, “That, it’s been, we just rebuilt, homed Estel, Duil has an heir already anyways, we can wait.”

Celeborn chuckled again, “As do you. When it happens we will all be thrilled to meet them.”

With a giggle you repeated, “Them. Hmm.” Making him chuckle again as you hugged him tightly as he led you through the last few passes of the dance.

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With a brow raised Thranduil walked through the Palace eyeing his Elk prancing through the main hall through the crowd of Dwarves milling about in the last string of dancing all curiously following the creature along with the barefoot King in his loose pale blue shirt over his sleeping pants without his crown. Waking alone to a vague note of ‘Come Find Me’ he couldn’t help but smirk eyeing the bunnies in the main garden on his right all hopping in circles hard enough to leave prints in the soft grass. Facing forward again he eyed the grassy courtyard his Elk made a circle in joining the white stallion Legolas claimed.

Seated in the center of the garden Celeborn was chuckling eyeing the group of raccoons also pouncing their way through the grass around him forming their own trails before moving through the Palace towards the next courtyard and gardens around it. A soft chuckle came from Thranduil as he eyed the source of the rustling coming from the bushes behind him after his eyeing the mixed group of tracks. In a firm pounce Estel landed and giggled as he followed the tracks from the bunnies as Legolas smiled at his Father through his Brother’s calling out, “I got the bunnies! You take the raccoons!”

Chuckling softly Thranduil nodded after Legolas stated, “Tracking lessons.”

Joining Celeborn’s side when he stood up, Thranduil asked, “You haven’t seen Jaqi have you?”

Celeborn chuckled, smiling at his friend, “I believe you are supposed to do the searching.”

Playfully he nodded and eyed his friend before continuing his search as Celeborn joined him with a growing smile. Two gardens later Thranduil smiled eyeing the crouched stance Estel was in peering through the bushes at the large Elk flicking his ears knowingly and feigning aloofness as he sniffed a low hanging flower from a vine dangling from a branch above him. Nipping at his lip Estel gripped the small pouch tied to his belt, releasing it and tossing it into the air above the Elk’s head scattering the petals from inside as he called out, “Got you!”

In an exaggerated bellow the Elk staggered in a zig zag before dropping to his knees and falling to his side as Thranduil covered his face at the dramatic flop of its tongue as he faked his last breath. At the King’s side Celeborn laughed as the Elves and Dwarves clapped for him as Legolas ran into the clearing calling out, “They’re after me!” Then hoped over the bushes to hide behind them.

With a giggle Estel hopped behind the Elk then waited with another pouch in hand he soon released into the air coating the raccoons who all joined the Elk in dramatic turns on their rear feet gripping their tiny chests before flopping on their back gaining more laughter as Estel giggled. Then he ran out to pet each of the peeking animals thanking them for the help in his lesson before his eyes went wide and he patted his waist eyeing the bunny tracks he’d gotten side tracked from.

In a glance up he eyed Legolas’ empty belt as well when he stood, before a group of pounces landed on the pair. Soon they were flat on the ground under the pile of bunnies that soon settled around them as Thranduil spotted a random berry on the ground not far from another. Smirking curiously he turned his head watching his Elk hopping up and prancing away before he followed the trail as Estel sprinted off through the bushes again with Legolas right after him. Squinting his eyes Thranduil paused in the open clearing that was eerily quiet as the Elk trotted through the grassy clearing around him avoiding his gaze intentionally.

Raising a brow he eyed the clearing absent of any berries then glanced up in time to see Estel swing from his grip on the side of the Elk’s neck to release the folded blanket of leaves scattering around Thranduil as Celeborn eyed Legolas in his downward swing from the branch above his chuckling Father to drop a massive flower crown onto his head. Peering up he missed the creeping circle you crawled around the bushes behind him only to turn himself to inspect the bushes with a smirk of his own after hearing rustling from them.

Flatly his smirk fell as he sat back on his legs curiously looking up at his Elk that just dumped a basket’s worth of leaves from his antlers onto him before turning his head as a wrap was draped around him. With a bursting laugh he wrapped his arms around you when you pecked him on the cheek as Legolas and Estel both joined you in the group hug the Elk his bumped Celeborn into drawing a laugh from him as Elrond and his children quickly joined in with a flower crown for everyone else.

At your parting another wave of leaves showered around you and your laugh was heard loudly at the younger Durins tackling you into a rolling hugging pile of their own before racing off in a challenging game of tracking they were startled to be tackled by you and Estel far sooner than they anticipated. The game ended with all of you laying in a giggling and panting pile in one of your gardens before breakfast was called out by Thorin, still snuggling with his Husband and led you all to the meal before you all split up to bathe and change.

Loosening the ribbon securing your braid you passed through the doorway Duil held for you to your room and towards the hot spring fueled bath he set towels out beside it then joined you in choosing a change of clothes admiring the snowflake design on the new wrap. His smile grew at your giggle before you said, “I had a hunch you would try and spring another gift on me.”

Smiling wider he caught your eye, turning to approach you claiming a loving kiss, “Thank you, I love it. I’ll let you bathe first.”

You nodded carrying your belongings into the bath as he combed through his knotted hair while he filled up the kettle for some tea for you both through his wait for his own turn, stealing glances at his new ring as he did widening his smile.

pt 19

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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akireiwriteshobbit · 7 years

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The Return

Originally written as a 2015 feelsforfili event submission. You can also find it on my Ao3.

She had never seen so many dwarves in one place. Laughing, talking, drinking, dancing, fighting - she waded through the sea of bodies, blinded by the bright clothes and shining gems. There were no familiar faces. She imagined most of these dwarves were those who had returned to Erebor from the Iron Hills, after the battle had been won. She had always hated being surrounded by strangers, and so as soon as she could, she made her way to the far edge of the feasting hall, where a set of steps led up to a balcony overlooking the festivities. This was where she was hiding, sipping on a glass of cool wine, when she heard someone call her name.

There he was, coming up to from the left. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she watched the dwarf approach. As he neared, she dropped into her best curtsy, one of the few things she remembered from her mother.

"Your highness," she began, only for him to interrupt her.

"Róa, please. It's always just Fíli with you." His smile was brighter than the gold that glittered in his hair and on his fingers. "I'm so glad you made it. You look..." He struggled for a moment, seeming unable to find the words. Róa took pity on him.

"It's so amazing to be back. Erebor is beautiful. I honestly didn't believe it could look like this, what with how it was before." She turned to look out over the hall once more. "Everyone seems to have settled in well."

"Aye, we have completely rebuilt everything that monster destroyed, and Thorin reopened the mines two years ago." Róa felt the air change as he leaned against the stone railing next to her, and she shifted enough to keep their arms from touching. She wasn't sure she could handle actual contact.

"How is Thorin? And your brother? I know Oin was having leg trouble when I left, has he recovered? What about--" His laughter cut her off, and she gave him a questioning look.

"Have you been worrying about us all this time?" he asked, grinning at her. She had to force herself to focus on something other than his mouth to answer.

"Of course I have. I can't trust you to stay out of trouble, I know better," she replied, trying to tease. He turned to look at her properly, and she thought her heart might very well break when his smile faded to a small frown.

"Then why did you leave?"

Róa was at a loss. It was a simple question, one that she could answer easily whenever she asked herself. To have Fíli ask left her breathless, and she found her voice had vanished. When he did not receive an answer, the expression on his face made Róa wish Smaug would return to swallow her up. She hated being responsible for his poorly-hidden disappointment, but was unsure of what to say to mend the air between them.

“I want to show you something.” He suddenly took her hand, and she found herself being dragged along the balcony. He pressed his hand to the stone wall at the end of the walkway. A blast of cool evening air blew back her loose hair as he led her out onto what he simply called a porch, but what looked to her to be a giant, open room carved into the side of the mountain. Stone pillars lit with torches lined the wall to either side of the door, and the railing that protected visitors from falling to their deaths. He tugged her over to the balustrade, pointing out across the dark landscape.

“You see those mountains there?” Róa squinted, but even with her decent night vision and the light of the moon, she saw nothing. He continued. “Neither can I, really. But I know they exist there, to the west, because we crossed them together once. We crossed the mountains and braved the wilds and fought side by side. You remember that, don’t you?”

“Of course I remember --” She stopped when he gripped her wrist, his face more serious than she had seen it since the battle.

“Why did you come here, Róa?” She frowned at him.

“You invited me for your name-day, you dolt.”

“Yes, but you haven’t come the last four years. Why now?”

“Because,” Róa began, then found herself without words once again. She had been sitting at home in Bree when she received the letter, just as she had four times before. The handwriting was the same, a bit messy, with R’s and K’s that leaned to the left, and M’s that could barely be read. She had told herself she wouldn’t come, only to pack a bag and invite Bilbo along for the trip. “I don’t even have an answer for myself, Fíli, so I don’t have one for you. I’m sorry. I should have just stayed home.” She tried to pull away, and his hold tightened.

“Róa, please, I am glad you came,” he said softly. She made a small noise, and he loosened his grasp, his hand instead moving up her arm. She shivered beneath the soft touch. “I am glad you came...and I would be very glad if you stayed.” Her gaze shot up, and she was reminded of just how close he was standing when she could see nothing but his eyes.

“Fíli?”

“I want you to stay here with me, Róa. I wanted to ask you before, after the battle. But you left so quickly…at first I feared you had fallen, until Bilbo told me you had headed back to the Greenwood with a group of elves.”

“I am sorry to have worried you.” Her mouth was dry, her voice just a whisper. She felt his fingers brush her cheek.

“I was just happy to know that you were safe. But I have missed you. That’s why I invited you, each year, to come for my name-day. I had hoped that we might--”

“Please stop,” she whispered, pulling away from him. She took a breath and closed her eyes, so she would not have to see the blond dwarf’s face. “Prince Fíli, I am nothing but a straggler your uncle’s company picked up along the way. I’m not even a proper dwarf. I just…” Her voice failed and she turned her back to him. She tried to ignore the way her heart ached as she squared her shoulders. “Please forget about me, as I have tried to forget you.”

“Róa.” Strong arms wrapped around her waist and a warm chest pressed against her back. “It matters not to me if your mother was a human. I wouldn’t care if you had no dwarf blood at all. All I care about is you.” He turned her around and cupped her chin in his hand, lifting her face so that their gazes met. He smiled at her, and she marvelled at just how close in height they were. He was only a hair’s breadth taller.

“Fíli, I…” He silenced her with a soft brush of his lips against her own. His next words were barely a whisper.

“Come with me.”

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The bedroom of Erebor’s crown prince was not something she had ever thought to see in her life. It was grand, and big enough for her living room and kitchen combined. But it was sparsely decorated, with just a few rugs, a table and chairs, and a large bed. Weapons lined the walls on either side of the hearth. It was so like Fíli.

She was running her finger along the furs on the bed when she heard the door open again. Fíli entered, juggling a wine bottle and two glasses. He set it all down on the table and filled both glasses, offering one to Róa. She accepted with a shy smile and sipped slowly. She did not want to get drunk. Fili knocked back his own glass, and she felt his gaze as it traveled over her form. With her cheeks flushing pink, she sent him a look.

“Can I help you with something, prince?” He chuckled and gave her a cheeky grin. She thought her heart might burst - she was sure he could hear it pounding.

“Nothing at all, lass. It’s just that I don’t believe I have ever seen you in such...fitting clothing.” He set his glass down and stepped closer. “While we were fighting for the mountain, you wore trousers and a coat, like all of us. But this dress…” His fingers slid down her side, tracing the simple embroidery that disguised the stitching. “Where did you get it?”

“I made it.” She was regretting the tight bodice she had sewn. Her breath was coming shorter, and she wished she could loosen the strings binding her chest and stomach.

“It suits you.” He touched her hip. “You are beautiful, Róa.”

Róa took as deep a breath as she could manage and carefully set her glass aside, her hand trembling. She risked a glance at his face, and his expression sent shivers down her back. Heat began to collect in her stomach and spread through her blood like fire.

“Do you truly think so, Fíli?” she asked, reaching up to press a hesitant hand against his cheek. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth instead, his lips caressing her fingertips.

“I do. Would you allow me to prove it?” He placed both hands on her waist, lightly, and she could see the fear of rejection in his eyes. She smiled and leaned her head close to brush her mouth against his ear.

“Please.”

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