#kili ktuesday

[legolaslovely]

Generous

A/N: The Kíli smut is here and the head-hopping is fixed! If anyone has any advice about avoiding that/noticing it happening before the piece is done, please tell me! Also, please friends, **read the warnings.** This might not be for everyone so please stay away if it’s not your jam.

Pairing: Kíli x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,671

Warnings: Modern AU, smut, toys, anal play

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He woke you with his hands.

It wasn’t unusual for him to find you in the night and wrap himself around you in sleep. In the hours before dawn, the bed would transform into a den of tangled limbs that featured two bodies congealing into one. He’d hold you to his chest, nose buried so deeply in your hair, it was as if your closeness transcended him past the need to breathe.

Then he’d wake. Always before you, ever the hunter, eternally energized. He very rarely waited for you and only sometimes watched you dream. Most mornings, he’d slide out of bed to make the coffee or pick up something special for breakfast. His morning routine never included the same steps twice, but it was a routine in that he never overslept. It wasn’t his way.

Still, more often than you’d admit to another soul, Kíli would wake you up in more… creative ways. Ways that left you satisfied for the entire day, but always thinking of him and always wanting more.

This was one of those days.

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His tender touch down your sides, over your hips and under your arms very slowly lifted you from sleep. With your eyes closed and your lips tilted into a smile, you leaned back into him, allowing him more access to your belly and chest. His hands were refreshing- cool against your sleep-warm skin.

       “Morning, my love,” you said.

       “Good morning.” He kissed your shoulder. “Tell me. Are you, by any chance, feeling generous this morning?”

       “To you? I supposed I could be.”

His hand surfed up your side to give your breast a squeeze. “You’ll do something for me, then?”

       “Anything you want.” The options were swirling through your mind and something even more exciting was pressing into your backside.

       “Open your legs for me, baby.”

He wouldn’t allow you to fall onto your back or open yourself completely to him. He only closed his fingers gently around your knee and lifted it into the air until he could play with your warm core.

Then there was a buzz that just about sent you to the ceiling.

       “Relax,” he chuckled, giving your neck a reassuring nudge with his nose. A small vibrator, this size of his thick thumb that so often found its way to your clit, was tucked between your folds as it buzzed in a deliciously stimulating pattern. Then you were told to close your legs. You did what you were told.

       “Good girl,” he rumbled. “Feel good? Or too much?” He caressed away the new tension in your limbs and belly.

       “Good.” You clasped your thighs together, sending the intense vibrations exactly where you wanted them. “Really good.”

He followed your lead, cupping you and pressing his fingers up into you to make the sensations even stronger. “And you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much?”

       “Yes.”

From there, he let you enjoy it. You were free to wriggle around, circling your hips and grinding into the little toy for brief, quaking flirtations while his fingers roamed over your body. He brushed your hair away from your face and neck so his lips could explore and his teeth could spur you on. 

Still, it was his hands that did the heavy lifting. In the competition of giving you the most pleasure, his rough palms and strong fingers rivaled even the vibrator that rocked against your core. He thumbed at your breasts, rubbing the nipples that grew from smooth valleys, to hills, and then to pointed, pink peaks. After thoroughly kneading the surrounding landscape, he moved south to your bottom, pushing and pulling at the globes there. He spread your cheeks, and like a thief, slid his middle finger between your folds to gather your wetness and bring it back closer to him. Your slick coated his finger as he circled your puckered hole with enough pressure to leave you whining his name.

       “Kíli, please. I need more.”

He rubbed harder as your juices pooled around your holes. “More than this?”

       “Yes.”

You were past the point of teasing. You needed constant pressure. You needed-

You reached behind your back and took his erection in your hand, giving it a few long, yet tight strokes. The flesh was hot and rigid and wet of its own accord- dripping with precome.

       “Kíli,” you whined, guiding him to you.

       “Ah, ah, ah,” he admonished as if you were a child with a handful of sweets before supper, instead of his lover with a handful of his hard cock. “Not yet, my love. Hands to yourself now.”

But he defied his own rules. His arms surrounded you, pulling you back into his chest, even further into his overheated body- into soft, furry skin over hard muscle. A hand slid down your back and guided his member between your legs. As he thrust forward, his lipped head pushed past your gushing folds and pressed the toy up into your clit, sending the shared sensations into his own sensitive tip as well. 

He jerked away from it, pulling his erection backwards until his entire shaft was free from the hot encasement of your soft legs. 

       “Still don’t want my hands?” you asked, teasing him, guessing the vibrations were too much for him.

But Kíli never gave up a game very easily.

His only answer was a groan in your ear as he thrust forward again, partaking in the pleasure of the toy and your shared arousal.

       “Fuck, baby,” he said at the squelching sound his movement made. “This thing’s got you wet.”

       “Your fault too.”

He gave a proud hum. It was the same sound he made when Dwalin commented on his hand whittled arrow stuck straight in the bullseye, or when Thorin set a heavy hand on his shoulder after an afternoon in the forge. It made frequent appearances in bed as well, after a much deserved song of praise.

His palpable pride sent a rush of possessiveness through you, even while you were so lost in his ministrations and so close to your finish. Your hands clenched around his arms like iron shackles, barring him to you as he continued to thrust against your shining skin. Each time he drew back, you could feel strings of your slick tying the raven curls above his cock to your backside. It made your mind wander to the exploration of his fingers earlier in your tryst.

You wanted him to return there, to the uncharted territory. Reaching back to release his hand from its grip on your hip, you moved his fingers between your legs once more. You asked for it.

He immediately found your soaked asshole once again and stroked it for you.

       “You like this?” he asked. The little hole winked at him as he touched it, squeezing hard each time his cock head pushed the vibrator closer to your clit. “This feel good?”

You moaned your confirmation, arching your back and pushing into his hand. 

You couldn’t see him behind you, but it was clear to you that he must have contorted himself to pleasure you like this- stimulating this new pleasure point and driving through your thighs to help the vibrator between your folds. The things he did for you, to make you feel good. He’d stop at nothing. It made your hips stutter and your mind whirl, drifting off into a lustful cloud of What was he thinking? Did he like it, did he want this too?

You guessed he did. His knees wobbled against the backs of your legs, shaking from the intensity as he pressed his long, thick finger against the wet rim of your hole until it fell inside. A hiss escaped him then and your mind raced. Did he feel the same desire? The urge to stretch you? You certainly felt that. It sent a jolt through your gut and into your core.

       “Yes, Kíli, please,”

He cursed- loud and short and almost unrecognizable- as his next finger massaged your hole. You knew he’d pulled away to watch his own movement there, and it gave him the leverage to thrust past your thighs and up into your folds with more vigor. The pressure of the vibrations was even more consistent, which pushed you further and further towards the edge. 

Kíli, however, was gone. Between these new discoveries and the confinement of your thighs around his sensitive cock, he lost himself in pleasure. He held tight to your hips, clutching your softness into his own searing skin as he came over your thighs with those addictive, deep grunts you were sure only Kíli could make so delicious.

After yanking himself away from overexertion, he replaced his hot cock with his hand to provide the backboard for you to press yourself against and grind on the vibrator.

       “Come for me, baby,” Kíli said to you. He pressed his own spunk into your skin as you rubbed against him. “Fuck.”

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to travel upwards from your toes. As you pushed against Kíli’s come filled palm, leaving tracks in the bed sheets with your nails, you groaned his name and came on the toy, on his hands, and in his arms. He took perfect care of you, helping you ride out your high and moving the vibrator off of your clit just in time before it could painfully overstimulate you.

You sighed deeply when he relieved you of the intense vibrations. After rolling close to him, your hand found his cheek in a caress brimming with a sweetness that rivaled the rough treatment that same hand had given the sheets just a moment ago.

He kissed you. “You’re feeling very generous today, hm?” he asked.

       “As I said, my love. Anything you want.”

A smile spread over his face. Wide, cheeky, and wolfish. “Well, then. We have some new things to try.” 

He dove to your neck, placing light, tickling kisses all over your skin and leaving you squealing laughing into his wild hair.

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[curiosityunsated]

Elenor Campbell, through this magical picrew (link updated):

Above: Elenor as she stumbles into the Company with Radagast and Delores

Above: Elenor at Beorn’s, after her hair has been cut in Goblin Town- with a thin strip of Kíli’s cloak to help keep it out of her face.

Above: Elenor Under the Mountain, after Smaug but before the Battle. Lack of sleep, worry- wearing Kíli’s tunic and other layers to stay warm in the cold city.

Above: Elenor and Kíli’s wedding day. Peep the new braids!

Above: Elenor’s day to day court clothes, and a coronet that pays tribute to her home in the Greenwood, yet stays classily unobtrusive.

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[koressecretidentity]

WHEN IN IMLADRIS

Kili x Reader

Warnings: Fluff without plot, a little romance in the mix because I love Kili, actually really short reader though their species is not exactly mentioned

Word count: 1499

Characters: Kili, (Y/N) (L/N), Gandalf, Lindir, Elrond and some others are mentioned

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Reader gender: Written with fem!Reader in mind but I don’t think it’s actually specified

A/N: English still isn’t my first language, forgive me for any grammar or vocabulary mistakes. Not beta-read either cause it would seem I write when I please and getting a beta seems useless for me :(

GIF is never mine unless stated otherwise

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Rivendell; the very place where the elven lord Elrond and his kin housed. It was a beautiful sight to behold from afar and it surely would not differ when upon coming closer.

The whole way down, you couldn’t take your eyes off your destination. You were a simple adventurer - or so you believed to be - but Gandalf had sent for you; he had written a letter, asking for your help. He meant to lead thirteen dwarves of the house of Durin and a hobbit burglar towards Imladris and had asked for you to meet them there. You were neither a dwarf nor a hobbit though you very well could be confused as one; you weren’t tall and many were surprised when they heard of you travelling on your own throughout Middle Earth. You very well shocked the whole inn you had stayed in between your travels towards Imladris when you told them where you were headed.

 It was near dinner time when you arrived, greeted by Lindir. “Good day, mellon nin,” he said with a smile and a light bow of his head. You greeted him in the same fashion and smiled beamed a smile, “It’s been a long time since you visited us. What brings you here?” You shrugged a little as you and Lindir started to head towards the main building, “I received a letter a little while ago from Gandalf the Grey. He need me on a quest, I’d be joining thirteen dwarves and a hobbit and was asked to meet them all here.” You noticed how Lindir’s face fell al little. That company had arrived today, a little earlier before you did and while Lord Elrond had welcomed them with open arms, Lindir had his doubts about them staying here. “I know of whom you speak,” he said a little solemnly, shaking his head, “The company of Thorin Oakenshield arrived a little before you did; they’re having dinner now; you’re welcome to join them.”

The two of you walked towards the dining tables, catching up a little, sharing short tales of your adventures and the changes that were happening to Middle Earth. It would appear that it concerned the both of you greatly but not so much as the shocked faces of the elves when you were close to dining room. “What’s going on?” Lindir asked one of the shocked — seemingly traumatized by whatever was happening around the corner. That poor ellon simply shook his head and with a red head walked away from them.

You and Lindir shared a look and with a gulp of air, the two of you made your way around the corner only to be met with the sight of 11 dwarves throwing food around while one of them stood on a broken pole, singing his heart out. The king under the mountain, however, seemed both amused and ashamed with his kin. You knew of the quarrel between the elves and the dwarves but you had thought it was only the Mirkwood elves that the dwarves disliked… It would appear they didn’t like Elrond’s kin.

“Gandalf!” You called out to the grey wizard who’s face lightened up when he saw you. “My dear (Y/n)!” He stood up from his seat, Elrond turned and stood as well, smiling when he saw you and you swore you could see some sort of relief wash over him. Suddenly the dwarves fell quiet and you turned a little redder than you swore you were before. “Thorin,” Gandalf continued, “May I introduce you to (Y/n) (L/n), a well known traveler who has crossed Middle Earth and knows of it’s dangers.” “Thorin Oakenshield, King under The Mountain, at your service.” Thorin bowed for you but not before eyeing you up and down, clearly taking in your height. “(Y/n) (L/n), apparently a well known traveler , at yours, your Majesty.” You replied while glaring at Gandalf a little for introducing you as such a traveler. “Erm-” Gandalf cleared his throat a little and turned towards the rest of the company, “May I also introduce to you Thorin’s nephews and princes under the mountain Fili and Kili,” they bowed for you as well, their eyes filled with amazement and wonder when they dared to take a long look at you. “Then we have Ori, Nori, Dori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin and Balin.”

They all bowed and greeted you as their names got called. All seemed a little stunned by your presence but that changed when Bofur spoke, “What about a welcoming song for the lass?” and before anyone could protest, he began to sing again, the dwarves soon going back to the previous chaos.

That evening you strolled around in the gardens of Rivendell. You had talked with Elrond for a while before he got called away by Gandalf — who had been followed by a grumpy looking Thorin and Balin — and caught up some more with other elves you had befriended the last time you stayed here. You could tell that Rivendell hadn’t changed much and if it had, it had only gotten more beautiful as had it’s gardens. Walking under the brightly shining moon and the stars gave you a sense of peace and for a little while, you had forgotten what was happening to Middle Earth and why you were here.

“May I join you?” A soft and kind voice startled you a little, causing you to turn around abruptly only to be met by the brown haired prince, Kili, as you recalled his name to be. “Of course,” You answered him and turned back around while he sped up a little to walk next to you. “It’s a beautiful evening, is it not?” Kili nodded and looked up at the moon for a few seconds before his eyes glanced towards you and then looked ahead of him. He knew the feeling, heard it described by various dwarves who met their Ones or who seemed to be their Ones at least. He knew he couldn’t call it love upon first sight but it was at least a crush upon first sight; there was no denying your attractiveness. You were absolutely stunning in the moonlight.

“I apologize for your first impression of us dwarves,” Kili said with a small chuckle and a smile on his lips, “You must think us uncultured and impolite.” “Not at all,” You replied and looked over at him with a reassuring smile on your own lips, “I know of your kind, you’ve been cast out so low and while there are different tales being told, I pity your folk every time I hear the tales.” Kili laughed a little. He had only heard one side of the story but of course you had heard various versions of the truth. He didn’t ask about them, it would only confuse him and he’d only have more questions, no, instead, he started to ask about how you heard them, where you heard them and where you’ve been on your travels.

You had been far and wide across Middle Earth, nearly everywhere and yet you still hadn’t seen it all. You had, for example, never been to Erebor due to the rumours of a dragon: “Look at me, I’m not fit to fight a dragon!” you had said with a laugh, “Orcs can come at me all they want but I wouldn’t be able to defeat something as mighty as Smaug.”

It was quite a while later, the moon stood high in the sky and at least an hour had passed when you and Kili decided to head back to your respective rooms. It was quiet in the hallways aside from the guard here and there, patrolling the halls for any intruders. “Well,” Kili and you came to a stop in front of your room. Upon turning towards one another, you noticed that the two of you stood closer than you had originally thought and you felt your cheeks redden at this realisation. You fought it, failing miserably but at least you tried, and hoped that Kili wouldn’t notice.

He did. Of course he did. He might be young and naïve sometimes but he wasn’t dumb. His had came up to cup your cheek though he changed his mind last minute and instead tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “It was an honour to have met you, (Y/n).” He said softly, that charming smile of his adorning his face, his brown eyes glistening in the dull light of the moon. “It was an honour to have met you, Kili,” you replied and smiled back at him, “I’ll see you in the early morning.” “Indeed you will,” Kili took a small step back, “Try to get some rest while you can, we have a long journey ahead of us.”

He reached down, fingers brushing against your cheek, stroking it gently before he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss onto your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Sleep well… Amrâlimê.”

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[thorinthehottotty]

Kíli - Stubble

A/N: Omg... This gif gets me everytime. ALSO IT KÍLI KTUESDAY!

Summary: Kíli's feeling a bit insecure about his beard and you decide to share some wisdom to make him feel better.

Warnings: SMUT...

"I really wish my beard would grow in. It's so short." You glance over at the lanky dwarf and blink in surprise.

"What do you mean?" You ask. "You mean you aren't styling it like that?" Oh, that was the wrong thing to say, his big brown eyes look so sad. Immediately, you drop the firewood you've collected and dart to his side. "Oh, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! I just meant that's a look where I'm from, a popular one!"

"A dwarf's pride is his beard, Y/N!" He gasps.

"Oh, Kí, I'm so sorry! I just figured you kept it trimmed like that."

He looks a bit defeated and you feel a ton of guilt. You reach for his face, cupping it in your hands. It pokes your hands roughly. "If it makes you feel better, Kíli," you begin, "in my culture this is concidered an incredibly sexy look. Women love stubble like this. And at one point I would have killed to date a guy who not only had stubble, but had it this length and it didn't grow so fast." He frowns at that, a bit confused rather than legitimately upset now.

"Why?"

You can't help stepping closer and stroking your thumb slowly over his chin, a bit entranced, to be honest. You were getting lost in the fantasy, imagining that addictive burn between your legs. "This length makes it extra course. It feels... Other worldly during certain activities."

Kíli's frown deepens, he didn't stop you. He didn't want to. Hesitantly, you brush a thumb over his delightfully pink lips. They're soft. "What exactly are we referring to?" He offers quietly.

You smile, breaking from your trance a bit. "Oh, you know," you chuckle, feeling your cheeks burn, "oral?"

"Oral?"

"It's like - oh, you're fucking with me." He grins at you charmingly. You draw away, cheeks burning as you glower at him. He at least has the decency to look a little sheepish.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." He shrugs and you feel it was probably a bit well deserved concidering you insulting him. "So, I take it you like to be pleasured with your partners mouth?" He hums, leaning close and smirking at you.

"When they're good at it," you huff, glaring at him. You don't expect him to catch your eye with a soft, pleading smile.

"I've never tried. Could you show me?" The question came as a surprise.

"You... You want to... Go down on me?" You ask. It makes him nod eagerly, eyes lighting up.

"Can you teach me what feels good? How to please?" You gulp and take a legitimate moment to think about it.

The whole dynamic would certainly change between you both. Sure you'd flirt, but you never expected him to be that serious about it. And the fact that he'd never done that surprised you, but he'd obviously had known about it.

Not right now certainly! You hadn't bathed in days and could even begin to think about that. At least the company had camped close to a river. You could wash up if he was that serious about it.

You could certainly use the release. Biting your lip, you nod at him. He tosses the firewood to the side with excitement. "Kíli! Not right now! They'll come look for us out here, we can try it later tonight." He pouts at you dramtically.

"Damn, your right, would it really take that long?" He asks.

"Yes! It takes me a bit longer when I with a new partner," you mumble, turning and collecting the firewood you had dropped.

"Cause your nervous?"

"Yeah, usually." You heart raced in your chest and you could feel the nervousness dropping in your stomach. Damn. You really just agreed to that.

Kíli snuck excited glances at you for the rest of the night. Even when everyone went to bathe (you'd grown used to all the nakedness and even became comfortable enough to bathe with the whole lot(and really it was much safer to bathe with thirteen dwarves who didn't give a fuck if they were naked and would attack anything in sight if it looked suspicious enough)) his eyes ghosted over you with appreciation. You'd send dirty looks his way when he'd smile your direction.

Finally, after dinner you both slipped off toward the river again and then headed up stream a bit. When he was certain you were out of ear shot of the company, he grabbed your hands and pulled you both to sit on the ground. He practically vibrated with excitement while you felt mortification slowly creeping in on you.

"Where do we begin?" He asked eagerly.

"Do you know much about the female anatomy?" You ask him, he shakes his head. "Okay, well there are the inner parts and the outer parts. While the inside feels good, most women don't only orgasm from penetration alone." You offer, to begin, taking comfort in the practical matters of it. "It's the outer stimulation that does it usually. The clit is magic." Kíli chuckles at the last part. "There is a spot on the inner vaginal wall that you can stimulate even with your fingers. That can help it along.

"Can you show me that too?" He asks softly. You nod at him and take a deep breath, then you begin to unlace you pants. He gives you room to kick them off. With a gulp, you spread your knees apart and allow him to gaze down between them.

Despite the darkness of night, Kíli had dwarf eyes that were made for just that. You can see his face etch into awe. Carefully, you part the lips. "So, um... This up here is the clit. It's hooded on a lot of women so to directly stimulate it you kind of have to push that back. It gets engorged too." Damn your face was burning so bad it was probably glowing. Kíli places his hands on either of your knees and leans a little closer.

"So this down here," he slides a hand up your thigh, making you shiver. He does it slow enough you can stop him, but with how nice it feels, you don't want to stop him. He brushes a knuckle lightly over the bundle of nerves and you jerk and whimper. "That's your clit?" You nod, and then his fingers dip more, to your entrance. "This is the vagina, then." You let out a shakey gasp as he pushes into it with a single finger. "So what's the best way to taste it?"

Fuck, he had to know what he was doing to you!

"Lick, suck and bite gently..." You pause and the grab his face, remembering why you were here in the first place. "And don't be afraid to scratch me with your beard." His eyes lit up at that.

He sinks between your legs then, trying to get comfortable. "I'll let you know if something feels good, okay?" He nods eagerly and you lean back onto your elbows. Holy shit, Kíli was about to go down on you! You were his first and he was about to try to-

You arch and gasp when he eagerly dives in, licking a long, slow stripe right on up the middle as his arms wrap around your hips. He'd taken to tucking his arms under your legs. "Fuck, good start," you squeak. He was sparing glances to your face as he did that a few times, making sure to drag his cheeks over the sensative skin.

You're already a mess as he eagerly dips his finger deeper. "Yes, just, ah, just kind of pump your finger now," you instruct. He follows dutifully, dragging his finger back out and in at a slow pace. It was almost relaxing, the way he lapped at you gently. Wasn't exactly orgasm inducing but it was nice. You sunk back in the hold he gave, subtly rocking against his mouth.

"We shouldn't be out here long." You remind, tipping your head back at the feeling.

"Tell me what to do," he begs.

"Add another finger, now." It's a delicious stretch as he slowly pumps them.

"It's so warm and tight. Wet too."

"That a good thing. Means you're doin' good. Focus on the clit more." He buries his face again, this time taking to drawing patterns. He was a natural at this. He tried other tactics as well, you nearly came off the ground when he rolled the clit between his teeth, holding it to flick it with his tongue. With every suggestion and direction you gave, he quickly followed suggestion, to the point he was going on his own. You dropped onto your back, eagerly rocking into his face, the stubble was making you extra sensative as he fine tuned his movements. When your legs began to shake he was sparring excited glaces at you twitching and covering your mouth in attempts to muffle the moans. You're best tacting gasping for breath instead of just keeping you mouth closed.

"Faster, your fingers," you whine. He pushes them into you a little faster. When his fingers pressed against the inner front wall, your jerked and whimpered. "There. Again."

Kíli didn't miss a beat, only pressed his free hand to your stomach, pushing you down. Legs shaking hard, you felt the familiar twisting coming on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasped desperstely, hands tunneling into his hair. "Kí, I... I'm gonna..." He didn't stop as you're remaining hand slapped over your mouth while your legs clamped around his head. A shriek was muffled as your whole body pushed against scruff. You hissed, jerking away toward the end, not able to let him continue to assalt your overly sensative sex.

You went limp on the ground. Kíli pushed himself up, drawing his fingers from you to examine them. One at a time he licks them clean and grins at you like the evil imp he is. "You've done this before," you accuse.

"No. I have not," he replies, leaning over your exhausted form. "But I will definitely be doing it again. I thought you said you don't cum the first time?" You weakly push at his shoulder.

"Shut up, you did good. I guess I'm more comfortable with you than I thought." He grins down at you, proudly.

Then all at once, Kíli presses his mouth to yours. You gasp as he ravishes your mouth and can only attempt to keep up. "Come on now, Fíli's coming up river. Get your trousers on, amrâlimê."

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[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Prince Papers

My contribution to Kili Ktuesday

Part 1.  Kili needs to be taught how to do royal paperwork and Dori’s apprentice is assigned the task.  Little does the apprentice know what this involves.  Part 2 HERE

TAGS:  @elvish-sky​ @ladylouoflothlorien​

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OC Used:  Lorelei

Word Count:  1,344

Warning(s):  Mentions of menstruation.

Translation(s):  None

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A sudden knock on my study interrupted my current sorting through all the papers lying on, next to, and under my desk.  "Come in!"  I called, not looking up from A Brief History of Durin's Line: Volume 248.

Mahal, whoever thought 248 volumes was short had a peg loose somewhere.

"Hello?"  A confused voice called, and I watched from my seat on the floor as boots walked hesitantly into my study.  "I thought I heard--Oh Mahal!"

I popped my head over the top of the desk, startling the dark-haired Dwarrow that stood in one of the only bare spots on the floor.   He looked at me with wide brown eyes that shone with curiosity--and if I wasn't mistaken, mischief.  "Sorry for startling you," I said distractedly, flashing the Dwarrow an apologetic smile.  "Was there something you needed?"

The Dwarrow hesitated, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.  "Well, uh, what are you doing on the floor?"  He asked, bewildered at my current seat.

"Trying to bring some semblance of order to my study.  Is that the reason you came in here?"  I asked, puzzlement furrowing my features.  

"Uh no, actually," he chuckled; brown eyes crinkling up in the most delightful way as he grinned.  "I was supposed to have someone meet me in the royal library an hour ago to teach me about royal paperwork, but no one showed up.  I found Dori and he said to come here...  So here I am."  He explained, and my mouth fell open in horror as a memory floated up in the back of my mind.

"Now, Lorelei, King Thorin has asked me to educate the Princes on how royal paperwork and documents work, but I cannot handle both those rascals.  You have been under apprenticeship with me long enough that I know I can trust you to adequately teach one of them.  Are you listening?"  Dori asked, tapping my shoulder as I flipped through a book about the flora of Erebor.  

"Uh huh."  I mumbled, "heard every word."  

"Good.  You are to meet with Prince Kili at midday tomorrow in the royal library to begin his lessons.  Do not forget."  

"I won't."  I said absentmindedly, briefly glancing up from the book to flash my elder a smile.  "Don't worry, Dori, I'm not as absentminded as you believe."

Dori laughed, shaking his head in amusement.  "You'll have to prove it to me first."  He chuckled, turning around to leave my study.  "Remember, royal library, tomorrow at midday."  

Quickly I swept into a curtsy, apologizing profusely.  "My lord, I am so sorry.  I forgot about it and got caught up in other things...   Oh Mahal, I'm so sorry."  I said quickly, straightening up and clasping my hands in front of me.

Prince Kili just gave me an easy smile.  "No need to be sorry, Miss..."  He trailed off, waiting for me to provide my name.

"Lorelei, my lord."  I supplied, and he nodded, continuing.

"Miss Lorelei, I don't have any other duties today, so we can head to the library and begin my lessons in prince papers--that is, if you are not busy."  He suggested, giving me a questioning look.

"I don't have anything that can't be done later.  Just let me gather up the necessary papers and we can be off, my lord."  I said, hurrying to gather up the pile of papers Dori had left on my desk this morning--and solving the mystery of why he had left them there in the first place.

Stepping carefully over my piles, I led Prince Kili out into the corridor and began walking towards the library.  My thoughts were a jumbled mess of embarrassment over having forgotten about meeting with the Prince, and what I had read about him and his role in reclaiming Erebor in A Brief History of Durin's Line: Volume 232.

To put it simply, a lot had happened since the reclaiming of Erebor--and the author had deemed it necessary to add 16 more volumes.  In my opinion it could have been shortened to about 6 volumes.  

"So, Lorelei, How come you're teaching me about prince papers and Dori isn't?"  Prince Kili's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to look at the Dwarrow walking beside me.

"Well, I'm his apprentice and he..."  I searched for a reason other than the fact that Dori thought the two princes were too much trouble and he didn't want to deal with them.  "He thought it would be a good experience for me."  I finished quickly, prompting Prince Kili to give me a grin.

"Oh really?"  He said, and I nodded, spotting the large oaken doors of the royal library before us.  I hurried towards them, anxious to put an end to this conversation.  Prince Kili unnerved me with how he seemed to know my words weren't entirely true.

"Is there any particularly place you like to sit?"  I asked, glancing over at the brunet Prince.  He shrugged nonchalantly, still looking at me with a knowing smirk.

"No really, I'm not in here much."  He chuckled; brown eyes twinkling.  "I presume you have a favourite spot?"  He asked, and I nodded with a small smile.

"I'm in here enough that most people just call it 'Lorelei's Lair'.  It's over by the windows so I can look outside and watch the ravens."  I confided shyly, leading the brown-haired Prince in that between the many rows of shelves.

"Lorelei's Lair, huh?"  He asked with a smirk as we reached the pair of comfy green armchairs with wooden clawed feet, both positioned next to a small table.  I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know where they came up with the name.  My guess is because it rhymes."  I said, settling myself down in my chair and laying out all the papers Dori had given me.  "Now, we'll just start--"

I was cut off by Prince Kili as he began to sit down but jumped up as something crunched beneath him.  Turning around, he fished a crumpled piece of paper out of the cushion and tried smooth it out; his brow furrowing as he began to read it aloud.  

"An excerpt from The Alchemy of Women.  In the case of pain during menstru--"  I ripped the paper out of his hands, blushing furiously.  So that's where that piece of paper had got to.

"That's private, sorry."  I muttered, crunching the paper back up into a ball and stuffing it into my pocket.  "Uh, shall we begin?"  My voice was a bit too shrill for my liking, but I pretended not to notice.  

Prince Kili slowly sank back into his chair, propping his elbows on the table.  "Fine, although now I'm curious to know just what that piece of paper says."  He said with a smile.  I bit my lip, lowering my gaze to the tabletop to grab a sheaf of papers.

"It's a bit private..."  I murmured, handing the sheaf of papers to him.  "Look over these and tell me once you've read through them."  

He accepted the papers from me and began to look over them, his brow furrowed in an adorable expression of concentration as his soft brown eyes swept over the words.

Reluctantly tearing my eyes away from the gorgeous sight he made, I looked over the stack of notes Dori had left for me concerning what to teach the Prince.  

Remember Lorelei, your time with him is strictly professional.  No funny business.  I know Prince Kili can be quite persuasive in getting people to help him in his antics.  

Here are some key points you will need to teach him.

Handwriting--this is a must due to the handwritten nature of contracts.  In order for it to be a proper contract, you need to be able to read it.

Proper phrasing

Words or definitions of the more complicated terms

Format of the document

The history of the contract

Apparently I was supposed to be his language teacher.  This was going to be interesting.  

#kili ktuesday #kili #fanfic #fanfiction #kili x oc #erebor #dori #prince papers #comedy #an insane amount of references to A Brief History of Durin's Line

[watarigarasu]

Delicate

Pairing: Kíli x Reader

Word count: 4,069

Warnings: Violence

Synopsis: Kíli has always been so delicate around you, it’s hard to believe what he’s capable of on the battlefield.

Author’s note: For once I’m not late to Kili Ktuesday, yEAHHH!

Kíli has always been the gentlest person you have ever met.

He was kind and loving, respecting you and listening to your opinions, he was protective and ready to fight even the most dangerous, horrifying creatures just to make sure that you, his brother and uncle were safe. He was brave and you admired him for that, just like you felt impressed by his fighting skills. But what was the most important is that, contrary to the harmful stereotypes repeated over and over by different races, he truly was delicate.

That is why it was so hard for you to witness him splitting the orc’s skull open with nothing but the shield and the mere strength of his bare arms.

You were marching through the meadow showered with the various kinds of enormous flowers, causing the whole landscape to look as if someone scattered the colours all over the vivid green grass, the fairy paysage reaching the very horizon. Fluffy bees buzzing in the air were harmless, flying past you with no intention to sting, covered in the flowers’ powder, just like the butterflies with their wings designed in the most creative ways you could ever imagine. The sky above you was crystal clear, the sun delightfully warming your skin and the birds chirping in the distance—the perfect scenery of serenity and peace, the true embodiment of the beauty of nature.

“What are you thinking about?” Kíli approached you with the wide smile on the face, hands behind the back and the happy strut from time to time.

“Nothing much,” you hummed. “Just enjoying the moment.”

“Indeed, it is rather nice when there is no army of wargs chasing after you,” he chuckled.

You nodded and before you could say anything else, Kíli reached toward you vigorously and almost hit you in the face with the bouquet of various field flowers.

“There,” he stated, trying to sound as serious as possible, although it was hard for him to keep the composure and pretend to be more mature when he was looking at your lovely face, now painted with utter surprise. “Not so pretty flowers for the prettiest lady.”

“T–thank you,” you accepted the gift and smelled the flowers. “I actually think it is quite pretty.”

“That is a relief then,” he sighed theatrically. “If it was not, I would have to run all the way down there, to that tree, because, you see, the biggest poppies are growing just under it.”

“You really do not have to do that,” you assured.

“Are you sure? Because if you would want me to…”

“No, no, I am serious!” you repeated, now slightly concerned about the wink he gave you, knowing perfectly well what was that supposed to mean. “Those are perfect, Kíli, no!”

But he was running already, jumping over the larger rocks lying on the ground in between the grasses. You heard some comments from the other members of The Company about how was this kid nothing like his uncle Thorin and how the love was really making him even bigger oaf than he already was, and you could not help but smile at the sight of him disappearing from your sight on the meadow. It was heartwarming to see him being so cheerful whenever he was around you, always knowing how to talk to you in a way you never wanted it to stop, the time spent with him always being the most comfortable and joyful.

Soon, he was back with, indeed, the most enormous poppies you have ever seen and just when he was about to give them to you, he suddenly stopped and eyed the flower crown in your hands, made from the bouquet he brought you earlier.

“There,” you repeated his words and placed it on top of his head, noticing how the blue bells were perfectly contrasting on his dark hair. “Not so gold and certainly not real crown for the very precious and real prince.”

The blush which appeared on his cheeks was almost the same colour as the poppies in his hand.

“Thank you,” he answered honestly, readjusting the crown to make sure it won’t fall off. Then, he cleared his throat. “I am honoured to receive such a present from my beloved princess. I will wear it like the most cherished treasure until my last days—or something of this sort.” He giggled. “I mean it, thank you.”

“And I thank you for the royal reds, my prince,” you proclaimed while accepting the poppies. “May it be the sign of our glory or whatever.”

“Shall we seal the deal with the royal kiss, my princess?”

“Yes, we shall, my prince.”

“I will kick both of your peasants’ asses if you do not hurry up!” Dwalin’s voice echoed in the distance before you truly managed to kiss and it was enough to make you run after The Company, which was now almost reaching the forest—for this whole time, Kíli’s hand never letting go of yours.

Just as he promised, he kept the crown and insisted on wearing it even during the sleep. Naturally, the flowers began to wither and the next day they were nowhere near as good looking as before, which did not stop him from carrying it in his bag. You noticed how gentle he was with the colourful petals and it surprised you how similar it was to the way he was treating you—his touch on your hands delicate and careful, never crossing the border of what could be uncomfortable for you, appreciating you in the ways you loved the most.

The way Kíli was running his fingers through your hair never failed to make you purr, and sometimes you wondered how could he be such a skilled warrior as well. The braids he did were usually thin and he knew at least three ways to make them, working with his fingers precisely and never missing any details, wanting to make it as close to perfection as possible.

You have never seen his hands trembling, not when he was aiming the arrow, nor while putting on the bead.

“I love you so much I do not want to sleep because it means that I will have to miss whole hours without looking at you,” he confessed once, when you were lying next to him in a camp. “It is stupid, isn’t it?”

The rest of The Company seemed to be deep in sleep, but you were both observing the night sky, recognizing some on the constellations and the round, bright moon.

“I do not think this is stupid in the slightest.” You looked at him. “The fitting word would be ‘adorable’”.

“I can assure you that I am nowhere near adorable if I do not get enough sleep, my dear.”

“Oh, I have seen that,” you snorted. “Mr. Grumpy Face.”

“See? That is why it is not good at all.”

“Would it make you fall asleep quicker if I moved somewhere else then?”

“No way!” Kíli sat violently and pointed a finger at you. “Do not even think about it.”

“Why?” you giggled. “Am I not such a big distraction all of a sudden?”

“You are the biggest distraction but it does not mean that I do not want you here with me.” He moved closer and covered you with his blanket, placing his cheek on your chest. “Much better.”

Rolling your eyes, you stroked his hair, finding few tiny leaves there from the time when you were walking through the forest. The feeling of his weight on you was as good as the warmth of his body, providing you much more heat than the dying fire in the middle of the camp. You kissed the top of his head and he murmured something incoherent, his hand embracing your waist and breath becoming steady and rhythmical.

Now, Kíli truly could fall asleep quickly if he only wanted to. And resting in your arms, feeling your scent and hearing the soft beating of your heart was like the greatest lullaby, the one he would never get bored of.

You were not expecting to encounter a group of orcs in the middle of the night. You were not prepared to fight, you were exhausted after the whole day of march and losing the track and yet you found yourself in the situation you never wanted to be in. Darkness around you, the flickering torches and burning arrows were not making it easier to spot the enemy in between the monumental trees, on the contrary, the more heated the battle was becoming, the more terrified and lost you felt. You knew how to fight and defense yourself, you were no amateur, even though you were no comparison to the skilled Dwarves, nevertheless the shouted orders and shrieks of slaughtered orcs turned your blood cold.

You could die here; once any of the enemies would find your temporary hideout behind the rock, you would be dead. That vision was always somewhere in the back of your head, reminding you how dangerous the whole quest was, but now, when it became real, you felt as if it drained the latest drops of courage from you. Feeling helpless was certainly not the way you wanted to feel while dying but it was so hard to move, to jump out of the safe place and fight for your life.

Wiping off the wet trails left by the unwelcomed tears, you grabbed firmly your weapon. There was no way you were just going to sit there and wait, not when all the rest was risking it all for the sake of The Company.

For Kíli.

You might be scared but you were no coward and with that thought in mind you stood up and quickly eyed your surroundings, checking for the rest of your friends and for the orcs to aim to.

Heavy sword sliced the air and hit the tree near you so suddenly, you jumped aside in the last second and maybe even screamed, not expected to be spotted so fast, nor attacked from behind. The adrenaline in your veins was not helpful at all, silencing your rational thoughts and replacing them with the simple, primitive command which would allow you to stay alive—run.

But you did not want to run, you wanted to fight, but you did not want to die either and you stood there for what seemed like the whole eternity, until the orc managed to get his sword back from the tree trunk and swift at you once again.

The arrow pierced his throat with such a force that the fletches reached the open wound and changed colour from bright yellow to the black as the blood gushed from his ripped neck over his bare torso and shoulder. Involuntarily, the orc reached for his throat to stop the bleeding, dropping his sword in a meantime but before he managed to do it, the second one landed deep in his thick skull. You watched him wobble, the loathsome, gurgling sound leaving past his lips and an open hole in the neck, the dark blood dirtying the ground in front of your feet and the head of the other arrow almost piercing his head from the inside, right above the left eye.

He was dead before he fell down on the mossy earth and all you could to was to stare at him pointlessly for who knows how long. What snapped you back to reality, however, was the hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you after, the familiar voice waking your senses up.

“Come on, we need to go,” Kíli ordered, now sounding nowhere as kind and sweet as he always did when he was talking to you. He was harsh and rough, his grip a little bit too tight, his pace fast and confident as he held the bow in the other hand, ready to kill.

“Kíli…?” you muttered so quietly, that he could not hear you in the whole cacophony of the battle. The screams were so loud in your head, the image of the dead orc still vivid in your memory and it felt as if Kíli’s hand was the only thing keeping you sane.

“It is alright,” he said, peeking over his shoulder to make sure that you are still with him, body and mind. “It will be over soon but you need to hide.”

The expression on his face was completely different, too, the brows furrowed, the darkness in his eyes malevolent, his jaw clenched tightly, black blood staining his temple and his whole body language giving a very clear sign that he was ready to attack in any moment—to slaughter whoever dared to even try hurting you or any other member of The Company.

You have never seen him like this before and it was downright terrifying.

It was you who spotted the next enemy first this time, and you shouted at Kíli to watch out before any of you would get killed. Kíli was agile and skilled with his bow, that is why it took him no longer than a blink of an eye to grab the last arrow from the quiver and shoot.

And miss for barely an inch.

The orc lost his balance, harmed but not killed and it gave you enough time to separate from Kíli to not distract nor slow him down. Still, he had no more arrows so he drew the heavy sword and weighted it in the hand, the challenging smile on his lips proved that he was not afraid and certainly not going to give up.

Before you could intervene, the two swords clashed against each other and you realized that this fight was far above your fighting skills, their movements quick and inhumanly strong, measured perfectly to kill—and yet, Kíli was the first one to make a mistake and eventually lose his weapon. You watched in terror as the blade landed too far from his reach and just when you gritted your teeth, ready to jump in the middle of them just to make sure that Kíli will get untouched out of this, you heard him desperately shout at you.

“Run, for Mahal’s sake, get away from there!”

But you did not. Instead, you positioned your weapon, now that the orc noticed your presence nearby and turned its head toward you. Kíli cursed multiple times in Khuzdûl language, torn between rushing to save you with bare fists and running to the opposite direction to get his sword back.

You have always admired his courage and bravery. You were impressed by how his heart seemed to hold no fear, at least until now—until he was weaponless and looking at that filthy creature coming to kill you in front of him. That is when you glimpsed the very real and paralyzing dread in his teary eyes and expression and it was the most miserable view you have ever experienced.

No matter how much time you would have, it was impossible for you to reach the vulnerable places in the orc’s body, shielded with the thick armour and his height way too intimidating and out of your reach. Nevertheless, you had to try or at least to give Kíli enough time to collect his sword back so he could defend himself. What you could not predict, however, was how he was not going to go and get it, instead deciding to protect you with anything he could lay his hands upon. In this case—on a heavy shield carried by the orc.

Kíli managed to surprise him with that move and therefore whipped it from his hand, instantly hiding behind it when the blow fell upon him. It did not make him lose his balance, even though the impact was surely strong enough to kill you at once. The fierce rage was fueling enough to make him attack an orc with nothing but the shield, aiming mostly for the knees so he could drag him down on the ground level—which he eventually did, breaking the knee with a crushing sound and causing the orc to fall down with a pained groan.

You have not heard anything happening around you, when you saw Kíli walking up to the orc, lifting the shield and crashing it down his head. Once, twice, three times; with every next hit the skull breaking further and opening, the shriek dying suddenly. There was warm, black blood splattered on Kíli’s chin and gloved hands, there was blinding fury driving him and there was no longer an enemy to fight, when the last blow fell upon the battered corpse.

Only then, you noticed how heavy Kíli was breathing, how much strength did the act cost him, how much he was afraid of losing you in such a cruel way.

How his hands were trembling.

He looked at you warily and you did not say a word, staring at him blankly, wondering whether you wanted to embrace him or run away.

Until then, he was always so delicate, after all.

Placing the damp fabric against the sunkissed skin, you were slowly treating Kíli’s wounds, cleaning them first and then applying the athelas leaves on them and bandaging, hoping that the herbs would soothe the pain and help him heal quicker. Thankfully, none of them were deep enough to need stitches, not on Kíli, nor anybody else from The Company, since the whole group managed to win the battle almost unscratched. Right now, sitting by the campfire with the bowl of cold, river water on your knees, your mind was completely absent, thoughts wandering freely wherever they wanted to and your blank stare did not notice the careful gaze of Kíli, who was constantly observing your face, looking for any emotions which would help him guess how did you truly feel.

He could not find the proper words to start the conversation, for the first time in his life completely speechless, when the image of your terrified expression seemed to haunt his memory. He has never wanted to scare you, Mahal, all he was trying to do was to protect both of you and he got so lost in the spirit of the battle and his own rage that he did not think about the consequences. How could he possibly forget that you were different, that you were human, a delicate creature, moreover not used to participating in wars and not prepared to be found in situations like that one?

If he could only change the time, he would think it thoroughly beforehand, but he held no such power and the guilt was crashing heavily upon his shoulders. You were scared of him now and the thought itself made him want to cry.

“I am sorry…” he whispered finally, drawing your attention back to him and you had to blink few times to remember where you were.

Kíli smiled at you gently, apologizing, but you did not return the gesture.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked instead, genuinely not understanding. Your tone was quiet but calm, the dread leaving you some time ago, before you even managed to set the camp.

“For making you see that…” he paused and gestured vaguely with his free hand—the other was treated by you, a single cut through his arm not looking particularly threatening but you were stubborn to take care of it, too. “I did not think that you… I just did not think at all. I had to protect you, this is all that mattered. I am sorry.”

You placed the fabric in the bowl and your hesitant gaze met his, the dark eyes once again being warm and soft, so full of love you wondered how could he be the same person from barely few hours ago. Kíli seemed hurt, authentically regretting putting you in such a situation and it was heartbreaking to see him in that state.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Kíli,” you said. “Actually, it was me who should be sorry. You were all risking your life and all I could do was to–“ your voice cracked and he immediately hushed you.

“You were afraid,” he interrupted. “Everyone gets afraid sometimes and there is nothing wrong about it. I was afraid, too.” He lowered his gaze, now looking at your hands rested on the bowl and wishing that he could hold them. “I was afraid that I may lose you. And I was angry, I was so furious that I might not be able to prevent that…”

“But you did, Kíli.” Hearing his name spoken by you made him feel relieved, because if he was worried that it might not sound the same as before, he just found out that he was wrong. “You saved me and I will be forever thankful for that.”

He did not answer for some time and you wondered whether you upset him with something you said. When he looked at you again, though, you noticed how his eyes were becoming reddened, his lip wobbling slightly. The hopelessness in his next words hurt you more than any battle wound ever could.

“You are afraid of me.”

It sounded like a judgment, the verdict that he could no longer have any future with you, not after what happened.

“Everything you have ever heard about us,” he continued. “It was not true. We are not greedy and crude and brutal and I have just managed to ruin the whole picture for you. You, among all the people. You, the one I love the most.”

Kíli’s voice was barely a whisper now, a tear which rolled down his cheek and stubble leaving the clear trail in the dark, dried blood which he still did not wash off.

“I love you so much,” he confessed. “I would never, ever even think about hurting you.”

You reached to him without hesitation and cupped his face before placing a soft kiss on his pouted lips. He tasted the same as before, the smell of air and forest in his hair, and his hands gently wandering to your face, caressing it with his thumbs in a loving manner.

“I know,” you admitted when your lips parted but you still did not let go of him, the tips of your noses touching and his eyes appearing as even bigger and brighter than ever before. “I know you would not. I was scared and confused but please, do not think that anything like that could ever change my feelings for you. I love you way too much, Kíli, and I do not think I can stop now.”

He smiled when you wiped another tear from his eyelashes, before it would fall down.

“You have no idea how much do you mean to me, my dear. Never think of yourself as anything less than perfect.”

You kissed him again, quick and sweet but he did not let you go, holding you close to himself as if you were going to disappear in any second. Soon, his lips were on your cheeks and jaw and neck, when he was trying to kiss the sadness away from your face. His hands ghosted over your sides, caressing your arms and reaching to the hair, feeling the thin braid under his fingers and the small bead at the end of it.

There was no other place in the whole Middle Earth where you would be feeling as safe as in his arms, with your head buried in the crook of his neck, his hair tickling your nose and the strong embrace holding you against his chest. It was the place you could call home and always come back to it no matter where on earth would you currently be.

“I love you, my dear,” Kíli whispered and kissed the top of your head. “It feels like I have loved you long before I have even met you.”

He felt you smile against his skin and then kiss his neck. You adored it when he was so tender, so open about his emotions and the overwhelming amount of love he was feeling for you, the one he never even tried to hold back nor fight with. His heart belonged to you completely and Mahal knew that yours were all his also.

After all, you knew that Kíli will carry it with a great delicacy. He always did.

#kili ktuesday #kili x reader #kili #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction

[laurfilijames]

Fridays could now be Kili Fridays?? (Fili Fridays sounds better but I know you have a Kili smut in the works 🤷🏼‍♀️)

I mean, it’s not a terrible idea. But the dark-haired archer already has Tuesday’s dedicated to him. Friday’s remain for Fili 💛

Maybe I’ll have the Kili smut ready for Tuesday, who knows!

Have a lovely day anon ☺️

#anon asks #fili #kili #fili friday #kili ktuesday #is that right?

[cassiabaggins]

A Love Like That

A/N: guess who actually wrote for Kili Ktuesday? It’s me, bitch! If you guys could leave a review and/or reblog this, I’d really appreciate it! This story fits in the canon story line of An Extra Burglar, so read that if you want to know more about Cassia.

Summary: Kili finds Tauriel watching the party from a balcony

Pairings: Kiliel, Fili x OC (mentioned)

Rating: K

Word Count: 812

Taglist: @legolaslovely @strictlynofrills @bluebellcotton @floralfi @lorilane33 @polliwogboi

Masterlist here!!!

Kili finds her on a balcony overlooking the festivities, seated on a bench and leaning forward, her elbows resting on the railing before her and her chin on her long, thin hands.

"Tauriel," he says, coming to stand beside her, "you're missing all the fun."

She turns her head to smile at him. Like this, with her sitting and him standing, their faces are level, and Kili almost can't handle it. "I'm quite happy here, thank you. It’s fascinating to watch."

Kili leans on his hands, trying to see what she sees. He guesses it is rather interesting, being removed from the party like this, watching it from up here, the dancers swirling about the floor, the cooks and servers bustling back and forth, gaggles of people crowded around, drinking, laughing, talking… it's a glorious, joyful cacophony, one that Erebor has not heard in nigh two centuries. And, at the center of this whole party, are Kili’s brother and his wife, celebrating the announcement of their first pregnancy. 

Fili, despite his dislike of parties and big crowds, looks utterly over the moon, spinning Cassia round the dance floor, their matching wedding beads glimmering in the light. 

"He's disgustingly besotted with her," Kili says fondly as he watches Fili dip the hobbit lass dramatically. "It's quite funny, really."

"I think it's sweet," Tauriel says. She's also watching the dancing couple, a wistful smile on her face. "I used to think a love like that only ever existed in tragic tales."

"A love like what?" He asks.

"Devoted. Singular. Without falter or second thoughts. I thought it didn't exist."

Kili laughs. "Why would you think that?"

"I suppose because I only ever heard of that sort of undying devotion in stories that always seemed to end so sadly. Findulas and Turin, Andreth and Aegnor… Beren and Luthien, as well, to an extent… all ill-fated, all doomed to end in tears."

"Are you telling me that you think my brother and Cassia will be torn apart by some horrible tragedy?" Kili asks. Or me and you? He thinks, but does not add.

"Not at all," she says, smacking him lightly upside the head. "Clearly they won't. Don't be morbid."

Kili laughs, ducking away. "I was joking. I know you didn't mean that!"

Tauriel huffs and rolls her eyes at him. "But anyway, now I know true love really does exist."

"We dwarves are big believers in the concept of true love," Kili says, resuming his earlier position. He watches Tauriel out of the corner of his eye. She's resumed watching the dancers as well, still smiling softly.

"Did you ever think you would find it?" She asks him, "like your brother did?"

I already have, he wants to say, but instead he says, "aye. I did."

She turns her head to the side to look at him head on. "And have you?" She asks. And Kili realizes. He realizes she knows what he just thought, how he feels about her, that this is her roundabout way of asking him to say it again. To confirm that he still feels the same, even after all those years they were apart.

"I have," he says. "Have you?"

She nods, eyes flicking to his lips. "I have."

In that moment, with those two words, he feels like he is at the absolute top of the world, like he could leap over the mountain is a single bound, like he is as tall as the sky. He feels like jumping around like an idiot and shouting his joy to the heavens, all dignity be damned.  But he doesn't. Because just then, she places her hand on his chest and that light touch anchors him in place. Beneath her hand, hidden under his tunic is the ugly scar from the wound that nearly took his life. "Don't let us end in tragedy," she murmurs.

"I would never," he says, and means it.

"And don't you die on me."

"I've already almost done it twice. I've no intention of doing it ever again. Hurts too much."

She laughs, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "I mean it."

"I know you do. So do I."

Her hair smells like flowers and fresh air and for a moment he thinks he might go mad from it, when she pulls back.

"I love you," she blurts. He grins, so stupidly wide that thinks his face might split in two.

"Amrâlimê," he breathes.

"I still don't know what that means," she says, sitting back so she can see his face. He beams at her, smiling somehow even wider and he's sure he looks a fool. 

"I think you do."

"Tell me anyway, Kili."

Oh Mahal, the way she says his name makes him go a tingly with joy.

"It's easier if I show you," he murmurs. With that, he takes her face in his hands and kisses her, soft and gentle and slow. 

"Ah," she says when they part, "so that's what it means." And she kisses him again.

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Marriage of Choice - Chapter 3

Happy Kili Tuesday everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and not going too crazy, whether you are stuck at home, work, or elsewhere. Here is Chapter 3 of Marriage of Choice. I will post it on AO3 on Friday or late Thursday night. Please leave comments either here on AO3 if you have a moment. They sustain my fragile writer’s ego.

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Chapter Summary: Nori’s dangerous. Tauriel just wants to relax. Kili’s grateful.

Chapter 3

Tauriel ran her finger along the rotation list, searching for her name. Every other name was listed in cirth, as were the times they were assigned watch and their location. When she found her name written in Westron, she wondered briefly why she even bothered to check any more. It was always the same. Second night watch outside the storage rooms where the mountain’s food was being kept and down by the currently little-used smithies. Just like every other night they bothered to add her to the list. Still, it was better than no work at all. She turned and went to get her breakfast before going in search of something else to work on for the day. Perhaps Bofur would have some use for her, or maybe Bombur. The two were some of the most welcoming dwarrow in the mountain and even they weren’t the most friendly people she’d ever met.

“Where are you off too?”

Tauriel looked to the side. It took her a moment, but she finally found the dwarf that had spoken. Nori stood in an alcove, leaning against the wall and fiddling with one of his knives.

“To find someone that will allow me to help,” she said honestly. After all, lying wasn’t going to get her any work.

Nori straightened and slipped the knife… somewhere. Very skilled, she decided, to be able to keep her from seeing exactly where he hid it.

“Funny you should say you’re looking for work,” he said.

Alarm horns started sounding in the back of Tauriel’s mind at the mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. She’d only seen that look once before, back when a delegation from Rivendell had come to Greenwood some hundred years prior. She’d just been a lowly soldier in Thranduil’s guard. Two of the elves that had been part of it, twins, had sported such a look before they’d created absolute havoc within the noble court. “And why would that be?” she asked and wondered if he would notice if she reached for her knives.

He tipped his head to the side, just slightly as he looked her over. “Face it lass,” he said, “there aren’t many that will live in this mountain that like you, Prince Kili not included. Me, I’m not sure if I like you either, but that doesn’t necessarily matter. I need helpers, ones that I can trust not to doublecross the royal family.”

Tauriel’s eyes narrowed. She had a feeling where this was going. “What are you asking me to do?” she asked.

He brought his hands together, palms flat and let his index fingers rest against his lower lip, the smirk curling into a grin. “Cautious. I like that,” he said and his hands dropped to his sides again. Another knife appeared in his fingers. She kept its motions in her periphery but focused the rest of her attention on his face. “Someone’s out to kill the consort. I need someone that can help me keep that from happening. I know your kind are light on their feet. Think you can sneak around a hobbit?”

Tauriel shifted her weight onto one leg and propped her fist on her hip, her fingers close to the hilt of one of her knives. “Now why do you think I’d be a good choice to follow the consort around?” she asked. “You don’t trust me.”

He snorted. “I don’t trust anyone but my One and even that can be a stretch on some days,” he told her. “You can’t be too trusting in my line of work. Well, either of the ones I’ve ever had. But that’s not the point. What is, is that I’m pretty sure you won’t do anything to break Kili’s heart. You’re his One, after all.”

One. Kili had tried to explain it, the dwarfish belief that their Maker often split their souls in their forging and that when a dwarf found their other half, they became One. She still didn’t quite understand it, but she did understand herself and the way she felt.

She could never intentionally hurt Kili.

“And if you hurt the consort, or allow him to be hurt, Kili will never forgive himself or anyone else that was in a position to help.”

Tauriel huffed a small laugh. “You’re good at manipulation,” she remarked. “What would you have me do?”

“Dwarrow don’t like you, not because of who you are, but because of what you are. They ignore you, pretend you’re not there. I’ve watched and I’ve listened.”

Had he? She didn’t remember that distinctive hairstyle anywhere near her until now.

“They say things around you they won’t say around me. They say things they think you’re too far away to hear, but I see the expression on your face when they say something disparaging about Kili. You hear them just fine. Start paying more attention. Help me find who’s behind the attempts on the consort’s life. Help me stop any attacks that may be coming.”

“You need a spy,” she said bluntly, her eyebrows lifting minutely.

He grinned at her. “You’ll be the first of many,” he promised. “No one will suspect the court’s spymaster’s top agent to be the resident banished elf.”

The reminder of her status in Thranduil’s court left a bitter taste in her mouth. But he had a point. Who would willingly trust an elf near the royal family of what was once the greatest kingdom in all Arda and had the potential to be the greatest kingdom once again? “You’re insane,” she told him, even as a small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “I’ll listen. How should I report to you?”

“Currently, I can usually be found lurking near the royal family. If I see you there without being on Kili’s arm, I’ll know to come talk to you. I’ll also check in with you on your nightly watches outside the store rooms.”

She opened her mouth to say something and then paused. “You had a hand in that, didn’t you?”

He flashed a smile at her. “Now what makes you think I would have any influence with the Captain?” he asked and secreted his knife away before stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Good luck with finding other work,” he said and walked away, the picture of nonchalance and ease. The way he walked, the way he moved. Nori was dangerous. She was sure of it. How had they ever captured him in Mirkwood?

~*~*~

Only dwarrow were allowed in the throne room for the coronation. Knowing how much dwarrow liked their secrets, it didn’t really bother Tauriel, except for one thing. She’d done as Nori asked and listened. She needed to get to the throne room as quickly as possible and warn him of what she’d heard. The only problem was-

“Where do you think you’re going, Tree-shagger?”

Every single dwarf in the mountain wanted to waylay her.

She dodged the latest dwarf to grab at her. She needed to find Nori immediately.

“Here lass. What’s the rush?”

Tauriel paused in her near dash toward the throne room. She knew that voice. Glancing to the side, she saw a familiar hat topping an equally familiar dwarf beneath it.

“Master Bofur,” she said and relief pushed the breath she’d been preparing to use to shout at someone out in a sigh. “Do you happen to know where Master Nori is?”

“Nori?” Bofur asked, tipping his head to the side. “Last I saw of him, he was-”

“Did I just hear someone taking my name in vain?”

“Lurking right behind me.” Bofur turned. “Nori! Tauriel’s been looking for you.”

Nori’s eyebrows rose a bit. “So I hear,” he said, his smirk making his beard twitch a bit. “Thanks Bofur.”

Bofur glanced between Nori and Tauriel, shrugged, and went on his way. The moment he was out of sight, Tauriel caught Nori’s sleeve and pulled him to the side.

“What do you have for me?” Nori asked.

“Bilbo’s crown is a fake. Gilded with gold leaf. Iron beneath. You’ll have a hard time telling the difference.”

Nori’s eyes narrowed as he looked up at the ceiling. His knife reappeared and he flipped it across his knuckles absently. “Treason, huh? I’d heard whispers. Just didn’t think anyone was fool enough to actually do it. Have any names?”

Tauriel shook her head. “No, but the dwarf you’re looking for has red hair, part of his left ear missing at the top, and speaks like a noble.”

“That narrows it down a bit. Got anything else?”

Tauriel thought back to the dwarf she’d stumbled on while patrolling the halls around the little-used private smithies. He’d had his back to her while he covered the false crown in gold leaf. She didn’t want to alert him to her presence after all but he had turned toward the doorway just as she prepared to leave. “Brown eyes,” she said. “Heavy brows. Looked like his beard might have been cut a bit during the battle. The right side seemed a bit shorter than the left.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Nori asked. “Well done. Keep your ears open for more little tidbits.” With that, he turned and…

Disappeared. Confused, Tauriel went over to where she’d last been able to see Nori. Her hands met solid wall without any imperfections that she could see. Did dwarrow know magic?

With nothing more to do, Tauriel headed back towards the royal wing. She was still trying to decide if Thorin had gifted her rooms there out of gratitude for the healing she’d done for him and his nephews, because Kili had asked him to (she’d never asked Kili if he’d gone to his uncle or not), or because Thorin wanted her in his sight as often as possible.

Whatever the reason, she couldn’t help but feel grateful. Enough dwarrow glared balefully at her on a regular basis. She didn’t want that when she first stepped out of her apartment. Home? Did she consider those rooms within Erebor her home now? She thought of the rooms she had in the barracks back in Mirkwood. Her belongings would still be in there, possibly. Or maybe someone had destroyed them after news of her banishment had gotten out. She’d have to ask next time someone from Mirkwood came to the mountain. Perhaps Legolas-

If she hadn’t been musing on what had happened to her few personal belongings, she would have had a lot more warning than she did. She almost ran straight into the dwarf trying to pick the lock on the currently unoccupied king’s rooms.

He hadn’t heard her though. Sloppy and unobservant.

Bemoaning her new lack of free time, Tauriel stepped up behind the dwarf, drew one of her knives and settled the tip of it against the dwarf’s back. No armor. No lookout. So very sloppy.

Who trained these dwarrow anyway?

It didn’t matter. Only made her life easier.

“What business have you in the king’s quarters?” she asked. No reason to announce that Thorin hadn’t moved into them with Bilbo.

The dwarf snarled something in khuzdul.

“I was under the impression that you weren’t supposed to use the dwarfen language in the presence of outsiders,” she remarked idly and applied a little more pressure with her knife.

“Go shag a tree,” the dwarf snapped.

“You’ll need new material if you think insults are going to make me leave you be,” Tauriel told him.

The dwarf lunged forward, trying to get out of her reach. She stepped with him, grabbed a fistful of his doublet, and slammed him into the door he’d just been trying to unlock. With him pinned, she started going through his pockets. She found a small assortment of weapons.

“You should take lessons from the crown prince,” she told him. “He’s far more adept at hiding blades on his person.” She continued searching and found other sharp, pointy objects as well as a garot. “Going by your assassin’s toolkit, I’ll just assume you’re here to kill the king or his consort.”

The dwarf growled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” Tauriel asked. “I couldn’t understand you with your face smashed against the woodwork.” She hauled him away from the door and started frogmarching him toward the guardhouse.

“You’re robbing me of my free time,” she told the dwarf. “I’d planned to relax during the coronation but you’ve just ruined that.”

The dwarf shouted wordlessly and twisted in her grip. She let him go. If he was going to take away her time to have a long, proper soak in the lovely heated bath in her rooms (Eru bless dwarrow engineering), he might as well provide her with the entertainment of a good fight.

He charged her, the slim, short blade she’d purposely let him keep held in a reverse grip. He slashed at her and she stepped back, out of his reach. With the same motion, she swung and hit him on the side of the head with an open palm. More a challenge than an attack really. Pent up energy not released in the training grounds roiled beneath her skin almost constantly and she finally, finally, had a chance to do something with it.

He cursed at her in khuzdul.

Tauriel tsked at him. “Keep that up and I’ll have to report you to the king.”

“The king will thank me for gutting you like the bi-”

She lunged and jabbed her fist into his stomach, just below his ribcage. He wheezed and coughed, the wind knocked clean from his lungs. He bent double but tried to keep his head up and his knife out to warn her away from him.

She kicked at his hand and the blade spun across the marble floor.

Unarmed, the dwarf panicked. He lunged into her, trying to take her down by hitting her low. She sidestepped at the last second and brought her knee up into his midsection again. Bones cracked against her leg. She swung both fists down, hitting him between his shoulder blades even as he fell to the floor. He didn’t get back up again.

She bent and checked him over. He breathed and his heart still beat, but she had a feeling she’d hit him too hard. His pulse raced harder than the fight called for it too, short as it had been, and he breathed too hard as well.

She cursed under her breath. After tying his hands together behind his back, she hoisted him over her shoulder and left for the guardhouse.

Nori beat her there, dragging in the dwarf she’d seen creating the false crown. She waited for Nori to settle his captive before drawing attention to herself and her burden.

Nori shut the door that separated the guardhouse from the cells. “What do we have here?” he asked and pulled on her captive’s hair until he could see his face. “Oh good. You found him. Where?”

“Trying to enter King Thror’s old rooms,” she said. “I found these on him.” She pulled the weapons she’d confiscated off the dwarf out of her belt and dumped them on a table.

Picking through the pile, Nori nodded. “I knew he wasn’t the soldier he claimed to be,” he said. “Couldn’t decide if he was a common thief or something more though. Good work. Leave him with me. I’ll make sure the right people know he’s here.”

Relief coursed through her. “Thank you,” she said. “I’d really rather not draw attention to myself.”

He smirked at her. “No worries on that one lass. Everyone wants you to not be here so you’ll have the freedom to move. I’ll not be jeopardizing that any time soon. You’ll be useful until you marry your prince.” He reached up to take her burden from her. “Off you go now. Enjoy some free time assuming you don’t find any more would-be assassins lurking somewhere in the royal wing.”

Tauriel inclined her head in acknowledgement of his unspoken request before doing as he said. Perhaps she’d still have time for her bath after all.

~*~*~

Kili greeted Tauriel with a short kiss a few weeks later.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as he took her hand and they started walking toward the training grounds.

“Why would anything be wrong, Amrâlimê?”

Tauriel stopped and waited for him to look at her. When he did, she just raised an eyebrow at him. His shoulders slumped.

“It’s nothing,” he said even as he looked down and to the side. “I just feel like Fili’s avoiding me is all. He’s been busy lately with his new duties now that being crown prince actually matters.”

Tauriel touched Kili’s shoulder gently and he looked up at her eyes again. “I do not have any family,” she said. “I don’t understand your pain or frustration in this. Can I help in any way?”

Kili relaxed a little under her touch. He looked up at her with a small, sweet smile and with his eyebrows drawn together and lifted slightly. His expression coupled with his perpetually disheveled hair lent him the air of a puppy and a feeling of ease settled into Tauriel.

“I thank Mahal every day at least once for bringing you to me,” Kili told her and took her hands. “Having you with me is all I could ever ask or I would be too greedy.”

Tauriel huffed a laugh. “You silly dwarf,” she said and bent to tap her forehead to his. She still didn’t quite understand why the gesture meant something to dwarrow, but it made Kili happy, so she did it.

“Amrâlimê,” he murmured and smiled that sweet, puppy grin again. Together, they went to breakfast and ate with those members of the Company that weren’t already up and about their own duties that day. Fili came in late, sat at the far end of the table, wolfed down a small breakfast while going over some document or other, and then limped his way out of the hall as fast as his crutches could carry him.

Tauriel wouldn’t have even noted him if Kili hadn’t mentioned something already. As it was, she was fairly certain she was the only one that noted the golden prince’s pained glance he directed at Kili.

If asking for help with his brother made Kili feel too greedy in the eyes of his Maker, then she would just take matters into her own hands.

First, though, she had guard duty. Down by the little used public workshops and storerooms. Again.

When she finally resurfaced from her duties hours later (not a soul in sight the entire time), she managed to track Fili down in the newly cleaned and repaired kitchens. He sat at a small table set to the side with a small plate in front of him, nothing but pastry crumbs left on it. She sat across from him without preamble.

“Captain Tauriel,” Fili said, startling slightly when she first entered his line of vision. He glanced around. “Is, ah, Kili with you?”

“As long as I am banished from the Greenwood, I cannot be a captain of their guard.” She settled her hands on the table, clasping them together as she leveled Fili with the most level look she could muster. “Would it be a problem if he were with me?” she asked mildly.

She must not have kept her tone even enough. Fili’s eyes widened a little and one of his hands shifted, his fingers touching the cuff of his coat, reaching for a hidden knife. She resisted the urge to frown. She’d thought she could trust Fili. Maybe she’d been a bit misguided in that. She kept his hands in her periphery, just in case she needed to avoid a thrown dagger at any moment.

“No,” Fili hedged. “Why would there be?”

She ignored him. “Then perhaps you’ve truly been too busy to see him and are now trying to find him.”

He visibly flinched, turning his gaze away from her as he ducked his chin guiltily toward his right shoulder. His fingers continued to toy with the cuff of his sleeve. She could see his finger rubbing against the hilt of the knife there. Easily reached, but he still didn’t draw it. A nervous tick perhaps?

She took pity on him when he didn’t look up after a few moments. “He misses you.”

Fili’s shoulders rose closer to his ears and his frown deepened.

“Why do you avoid him?” She asked curiously. “He wants nothing more than to help you and be at your side as he always has been.”

“But he wouldn’t be at my side, would he?” Fili asked quietly once one of the few kitchen workers bustled by with a tray of fresh apple turnovers. The smell wafted over them and Fili paled and went a bit green beneath his moustache and beard. He swallowed visibly. “He’d be in front of me. I can’t keep up with him anymore.”

“Your Highness?”

Fili scrubbed at his face and muttered something into his palms she couldn’t understand. When he finally pulled his hands away he looked up at her with eyes so different from Kili’s but with a familiarity to them it almost hurt at the anguish lining them, pulling at the corners of his mouth, drawing his skin tight and leaving him slightly pale. “I’ve always been there. His big brother. Always immovable and invincible. Now look at me.” He tapped the crutches that lay on the table next to him, close to the wall. “I can’t even walk.”

Tauriel took a moment to weigh her words carefully. She knew his recent relapse in his recovery ate at him. It would eat at her too if she’d been in his situation, finally walking with a cane only to aggravate the injury and be put on bed rest for days again. He’d only climbed out of his bed a week before.“I was told what you said when you refused to join your uncle when he first traveled from Esgaroth to the mountain. ‘I belong with my brother.’ Perhaps, just as you stayed by his side when he needed help, he only desires to be beside you in your recovery.”

His hand dropped to his leg and he rubbed at it absently, a grimace pulling the lines around his eyes deeper. Something about his expression nudged at something in the back of her mind. She knew that look, but from where?

“I’ll talk to him,” Fili said and his fingers came away from the hilt of the knife up his sleeve. “I’m sorry, Lady Tauriel. I’m sure he hasn’t been the easiest to deal with the last little bit. I know he can be a bit manic when he’s agitated or upset.”

“Don’t apologize to me, unless it’s for calling me ‘Lady’,” she admonished with a half smile. “I love Kili and enjoy every side of him.”

Fili propped his chin in his hand and smirked. “Is that what it’s like to find your One?” he asked. “To understand every little nuannce and bit of insanity your other half deals out to you?”

Movement behind Fili caught her attention. “You tell me,” Tauriel said with a smile and climbed to her feet. “Kili will be early to the council meeting this afternoon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fili demanded as he reached for his crutches.

“Your Highness?”

Tauriel just smirked when Fili almost fell over when he twisted in surprise. Bard’s eldest daughter stood behind him with one eyebrow raised and an amused smile playing at her lips. Perhaps Kili was right after all. She would need to find Nori and add her own coin to the betting.

~*~*~

Kili found her that evening as she stood on top of the wall and stared at the latest snowfall. He came and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face into her back. She placed her hand over his and continued to scan for lurking orcs.

“Thank you,” Kili murmured after a time.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to,” she said and leaned back a bit, letting him take some of her weight. He shifted and came to stand beside her, one of his arms still wrapped around her back. He leaned his head on her shoulder and stared out at the snow. She draped her arm across his shoulders and he reached up to lace their fingers together.

“Will you help?” he asked. “I know you’re trying to stay busy when I’m not able to be around. Do you think you could help in the infirmary? Maybe see if Oin has anything you can do to help Fili along with his healing?”

Apprehension flared in her stomach, making it twist a little. “I’m not sure the good healer will allow me to assist in anything within his domain.”

Kili snorted. “After what you did to save me, twice now, I’m pretty sure he’ll listen to just about any suggestions you may have.”

She hummed absently. “I’d like to learn more about dwarfish medicine. Perhaps he wouldn’t mind an exchange of techniques.”

“Playing on his intellectual side. I love it when you’re crafty.”

She shook slightly with suppressed laughter. “I’m hardly crafty. I honestly wish to learn.”

“Of course you do,” Kili said and pulled her hand to his lips.

Chapter 3

Tauriel ran her finger along the rotation list, searching for her name. Every other name was listed in cirth, as were the times they were assigned watch and their location. When she found her name written in Westron, she wondered briefly why she even bothered to check any more. It was always the same. Second night watch outside the storage rooms where the mountain’s food was being kept and down by the currently little-used smithies. Just like every other night they bothered to add her to the list. Still, it was better than no work at all. She turned and went to get her breakfast before going in search of something else to work on for the day. Perhaps Bofur would have some use for her, or maybe Bombur. The two were some of the most welcoming dwarrow in the mountain and even they weren’t the most friendly people she’d ever met.

“Where are you off too?”

Tauriel looked to the side. It took her a moment, but she finally found the dwarf that had spoken. Nori stood in an alcove, leaning against the wall and fiddling with one of his knives.

“To find someone that will allow me to help,” she said honestly. After all, lying wasn’t going to get her any work.

Nori straightened and slipped the knife… somewhere. Very skilled, she decided, to be able to keep her from seeing exactly where he hid it.

“Funny you should say you’re looking for work,” he said.

Alarm horns started sounding in the back of Tauriel’s mind at the mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. She’d only seen that look once before, back when a delegation from Rivendell had come to Greenwood some hundred years prior. She’d just been a lowly soldier in Thranduil’s guard. Two of the elves that had been part of it, twins, had sported such a look before they’d created absolute havoc within the noble court. “And why would that be?” she asked and wondered if he would notice if she reached for her knives.

He tipped his head to the side, just slightly as he looked her over. “Face it lass,” he said, “there aren’t many that will live in this mountain that like you, Prince Kili not included. Me, I’m not sure if I like you either, but that doesn’t necessarily matter. I need helpers, ones that I can trust not to doublecross the royal family.”

Tauriel’s eyes narrowed. She had a feeling where this was going. “What are you asking me to do?” she asked.

He brought his hands together, palms flat and let his index fingers rest against his lower lip, the smirk curling into a grin. “Cautious. I like that,” he said and his hands dropped to his sides again. Another knife appeared in his fingers. She kept its motions in her periphery but focused the rest of her attention on his face. “Someone’s out to kill the consort. I need someone that can help me keep that from happening. I know your kind are light on their feet. Think you can sneak around a hobbit?”

Tauriel shifted her weight onto one leg and propped her fist on her hip, her fingers close to the hilt of one of her knives. “Now why do you think I’d be a good choice to follow the consort around?” she asked. “You don’t trust me.”

He snorted. “I don’t trust anyone but my One and even that can be a stretch on some days,” he told her. “You can’t be too trusting in my line of work. Well, either of the ones I’ve ever had. But that’s not the point. What is, is that I’m pretty sure you won’t do anything to break Kili’s heart. You’re his One, after all.”

One. Kili had tried to explain it, the dwarfish belief that their Maker often split their souls in their forging and that when a dwarf found their other half, they became One. She still didn’t quite understand it, but she did understand herself and the way she felt.

She could never intentionally hurt Kili.

“And if you hurt the consort, or allow him to be hurt, Kili will never forgive himself or anyone else that was in a position to help.”

Tauriel huffed a small laugh. “You’re good at manipulation,” she remarked. “What would you have me do?”

“Dwarrow don’t like you, not because of who you are, but because of what you are. They ignore you, pretend you’re not there. I’ve watched and I’ve listened.”

Had he? She didn’t remember that distinctive hairstyle anywhere near her until now.

“They say things around you they won’t say around me. They say things they think you’re too far away to hear, but I see the expression on your face when they say something disparaging about Kili. You hear them just fine. Start paying more attention. Help me find who’s behind the attempts on the consort’s life. Help me stop any attacks that may be coming.”

“You need a spy,” she said bluntly, her eyebrows lifting minutely.

He grinned at her. “You’ll be the first of many,” he promised. “No one will suspect the court’s spymaster’s top agent to be the resident banished elf.”

The reminder of her status in Thranduil’s court left a bitter taste in her mouth. But he had a point. Who would willingly trust an elf near the royal family of what was once the greatest kingdom in all Arda and had the potential to be the greatest kingdom once again? “You’re insane,” she told him, even as a small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “I’ll listen. How should I report to you?”

“Currently, I can usually be found lurking near the royal family. If I see you there without being on Kili’s arm, I’ll know to come talk to you. I’ll also check in with you on your nightly watches outside the store rooms.”

She opened her mouth to say something and then paused. “You had a hand in that, didn’t you?”

He flashed a smile at her. “Now what makes you think I would have any influence with the Captain?” he asked and secreted his knife away before stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Good luck with finding other work,” he said and walked away, the picture of nonchalance and ease. The way he walked, the way he moved. Nori was dangerous. She was sure of it. How had they ever captured him in Mirkwood?

~*~*~

Only dwarrow were allowed in the throne room for the coronation. Knowing how much dwarrow liked their secrets, it didn’t really bother Tauriel, except for one thing. She’d done as Nori asked and listened. She needed to get to the throne room as quickly as possible and warn him of what she’d heard. The only problem was-

“Where do you think you’re going, Tree-shagger?”

Every single dwarf in the mountain wanted to waylay her.

She dodged the latest dwarf to grab at her. She needed to find Nori immediately.

“Here lass. What’s the rush?”

Tauriel paused in her near dash toward the throne room. She knew that voice. Glancing to the side, she saw a familiar hat topping an equally familiar dwarf beneath it.

“Master Bofur,” she said and relief pushed the breath she’d been preparing to use to shout at someone out in a sigh. “Do you happen to know where Master Nori is?”

“Nori?” Bofur asked, tipping his head to the side. “Last I saw of him, he was-”

“Did I just hear someone taking my name in vain?”

“Lurking right behind me.” Bofur turned. “Nori! Tauriel’s been looking for you.”

Nori’s eyebrows rose a bit. “So I hear,” he said, his smirk making his beard twitch a bit. “Thanks Bofur.”

Bofur glanced between Nori and Tauriel, shrugged, and went on his way. The moment he was out of sight, Tauriel caught Nori’s sleeve and pulled him to the side.

“What do you have for me?” Nori asked.

“Bilbo’s crown is a fake. Gilded with gold leaf. Iron beneath. You’ll have a hard time telling the difference.”

Nori’s eyes narrowed as he looked up at the ceiling. His knife reappeared and he flipped it across his knuckles absently. “Treason, huh? I’d heard whispers. Just didn’t think anyone was fool enough to actually do it. Have any names?”

Tauriel shook her head. “No, but the dwarf you’re looking for has red hair, part of his left ear missing at the top, and speaks like a noble.”

“That narrows it down a bit. Got anything else?”

Tauriel thought back to the dwarf she’d stumbled on while patrolling the halls around the little-used private smithies. He’d had his back to her while he covered the false crown in gold leaf. She didn’t want to alert him to her presence after all but he had turned toward the doorway just as she prepared to leave. “Brown eyes,” she said. “Heavy brows. Looked like his beard might have been cut a bit during the battle. The right side seemed a bit shorter than the left.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Nori asked. “Well done. Keep your ears open for more little tidbits.” With that, he turned and…

Disappeared. Confused, Tauriel went over to where she’d last been able to see Nori. Her hands met solid wall without any imperfections that she could see. Did dwarrow know magic?

With nothing more to do, Tauriel headed back towards the royal wing. She was still trying to decide if Thorin had gifted her rooms there out of gratitude for the healing she’d done for him and his nephews, because Kili had asked him to (she’d never asked Kili if he’d gone to his uncle or not), or because Thorin wanted her in his sight as often as possible.

Whatever the reason, she couldn’t help but feel grateful. Enough dwarrow glared balefully at her on a regular basis. She didn’t want that when she first stepped out of her apartment. Home? Did she consider those rooms within Erebor her home now? She thought of the rooms she had in the barracks back in Mirkwood. Her belongings would still be in there, possibly. Or maybe someone had destroyed them after news of her banishment had gotten out. She’d have to ask next time someone from Mirkwood came to the mountain. Perhaps Legolas-

If she hadn’t been musing on what had happened to her few personal belongings, she would have had a lot more warning than she did. She almost ran straight into the dwarf trying to pick the lock on the currently unoccupied king’s rooms.

He hadn’t heard her though. Sloppy and unobservant.

Bemoaning her new lack of free time, Tauriel stepped up behind the dwarf, drew one of her knives and settled the tip of it against the dwarf’s back. No armor. No lookout. So very sloppy.

Who trained these dwarrow anyway?

It didn’t matter. Only made her life easier.

“What business have you in the king’s quarters?” she asked. No reason to announce that Thorin hadn’t moved into them with Bilbo.

The dwarf snarled something in khuzdul.

“I was under the impression that you weren’t supposed to use the dwarfen language in the presence of outsiders,” she remarked idly and applied a little more pressure with her knife.

“Go shag a tree,” the dwarf snapped.

“You’ll need new material if you think insults are going to make me leave you be,” Tauriel told him.

The dwarf lunged forward, trying to get out of her reach. She stepped with him, grabbed a fistful of his doublet, and slammed him into the door he’d just been trying to unlock. With him pinned, she started going through his pockets. She found a small assortment of weapons.

“You should take lessons from the crown prince,” she told him. “He’s far more adept at hiding blades on his person.” She continued searching and found other sharp, pointy objects as well as a garot. “Going by your assassin’s toolkit, I’ll just assume you’re here to kill the king or his consort.”

The dwarf growled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” Tauriel asked. “I couldn’t understand you with your face smashed against the woodwork.” She hauled him away from the door and started frogmarching him toward the guardhouse.

“You’re robbing me of my free time,” she told the dwarf. “I’d planned to relax during the coronation but you’ve just ruined that.”

The dwarf shouted wordlessly and twisted in her grip. She let him go. If he was going to take away her time to have a long, proper soak in the lovely heated bath in her rooms (Eru bless dwarrow engineering), he might as well provide her with the entertainment of a good fight.

He charged her, the slim, short blade she’d purposely let him keep held in a reverse grip. He slashed at her and she stepped back, out of his reach. With the same motion, she swung and hit him on the side of the head with an open palm. More a challenge than an attack really. Pent up energy not released in the training grounds roiled beneath her skin almost constantly and she finally, finally, had a chance to do something with it.

He cursed at her in khuzdul.

Tauriel tsked at him. “Keep that up and I’ll have to report you to the king.”

“The king will thank me for gutting you like the bi-”

She lunged and jabbed her fist into his stomach, just below his ribcage. He wheezed and coughed, the wind knocked clean from his lungs. He bent double but tried to keep his head up and his knife out to warn her away from him.

She kicked at his hand and the blade spun across the marble floor.

Unarmed, the dwarf panicked. He lunged into her, trying to take her down by hitting her low. She sidestepped at the last second and brought her knee up into his midsection again. Bones cracked against her leg. She swung both fists down, hitting him between his shoulder blades even as he fell to the floor. He didn’t get back up again.

She bent and checked him over. He breathed and his heart still beat, but she had a feeling she’d hit him too hard. His pulse raced harder than the fight called for it too, short as it had been, and he breathed too hard as well.

She cursed under her breath. After tying his hands together behind his back, she hoisted him over her shoulder and left for the guardhouse.

Nori beat her there, dragging in the dwarf she’d seen creating the false crown. She waited for Nori to settle his captive before drawing attention to herself and her burden.

Nori shut the door that separated the guardhouse from the cells. “What do we have here?” he asked and pulled on her captive’s hair until he could see his face. “Oh good. You found him. Where?”

“Trying to enter King Thror’s old rooms,” she said. “I found these on him.” She pulled the weapons she’d confiscated off the dwarf out of her belt and dumped them on a table.

Picking through the pile, Nori nodded. “I knew he wasn’t the soldier he claimed to be,” he said. “Couldn’t decide if he was a common thief or something more though. Good work. Leave him with me. I’ll make sure the right people know he’s here.”

Relief coursed through her. “Thank you,” she said. “I’d really rather not draw attention to myself.”

He smirked at her. “No worries on that one lass. Everyone wants you to not be here so you’ll have the freedom to move. I’ll not be jeopardizing that any time soon. You’ll be useful until you marry your prince.” He reached up to take her burden from her. “Off you go now. Enjoy some free time assuming you don’t find any more would-be assassins lurking somewhere in the royal wing.”

Tauriel inclined her head in acknowledgement of his unspoken request before doing as he said. Perhaps she’d still have time for her bath after all.

~*~*~

Kili greeted Tauriel with a short kiss a few weeks later.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as he took her hand and they started walking toward the training grounds.

“Why would anything be wrong, Amrâlimê?”

Tauriel stopped and waited for him to look at her. When he did, she just raised an eyebrow at him. His shoulders slumped.

“It’s nothing,” he said even as he looked down and to the side. “I just feel like Fili’s avoiding me is all. He’s been busy lately with his new duties now that being crown prince actually matters.”

Tauriel touched Kili’s shoulder gently and he looked up at her eyes again. “I do not have any family,” she said. “I don’t understand your pain or frustration in this. Can I help in any way?”

Kili relaxed a little under her touch. He looked up at her with a small, sweet smile and with his eyebrows drawn together and lifted slightly. His expression coupled with his perpetually disheveled hair lent him the air of a puppy and a feeling of ease settled into Tauriel.

“I thank Mahal every day at least once for bringing you to me,” Kili told her and took her hands. “Having you with me is all I could ever ask or I would be too greedy.”

Tauriel huffed a laugh. “You silly dwarf,” she said and bent to tap her forehead to his. She still didn’t quite understand why the gesture meant something to dwarrow, but it made Kili happy, so she did it.

“Amrâlimê,” he murmured and smiled that sweet, puppy grin again. Together, they went to breakfast and ate with those members of the Company that weren’t already up and about their own duties that day. Fili came in late, sat at the far end of the table, wolfed down a small breakfast while going over some document or other, and then limped his way out of the hall as fast as his crutches could carry him.

Tauriel wouldn’t have even noted him if Kili hadn’t mentioned something already. As it was, she was fairly certain she was the only one that noted the golden prince’s pained glance he directed at Kili.

If asking for help with his brother made Kili feel too greedy in the eyes of his Maker, then she would just take matters into her own hands.

First, though, she had guard duty. Down by the little used public workshops and storerooms. Again.

When she finally resurfaced from her duties hours later (not a soul in sight the entire time), she managed to track Fili down in the newly cleaned and repaired kitchens. He sat at a small table set to the side with a small plate in front of him, nothing but pastry crumbs left on it. She sat across from him without preamble.

“Captain Tauriel,” Fili said, startling slightly when she first entered his line of vision. He glanced around. “Is, ah, Kili with you?”

“As long as I am banished from the Greenwood, I cannot be a captain of their guard.” She settled her hands on the table, clasping them together as she leveled Fili with the most level look she could muster. “Would it be a problem if he were with me?” she asked mildly.

She must not have kept her tone even enough. Fili’s eyes widened a little and one of his hands shifted, his fingers touching the cuff of his coat, reaching for a hidden knife. She resisted the urge to frown. She’d thought she could trust Fili. Maybe she’d been a bit misguided in that. She kept his hands in her periphery, just in case she needed to avoid a thrown dagger at any moment.

“No,” Fili hedged. “Why would there be?”

She ignored him. “Then perhaps you’ve truly been too busy to see him and are now trying to find him.”

He visibly flinched, turning his gaze away from her as he ducked his chin guiltily toward his right shoulder. His fingers continued to toy with the cuff of his sleeve. She could see his finger rubbing against the hilt of the knife there. Easily reached, but he still didn’t draw it. A nervous tick perhaps?

She took pity on him when he didn’t look up after a few moments. “He misses you.”

Fili’s shoulders rose closer to his ears and his frown deepened.

“Why do you avoid him?” She asked curiously. “He wants nothing more than to help you and be at your side as he always has been.”

“But he wouldn’t be at my side, would he?” Fili asked quietly once one of the few kitchen workers bustled by with a tray of fresh apple turnovers. The smell wafted over them and Fili paled and went a bit green beneath his moustache and beard. He swallowed visibly. “He’d be in front of me. I can’t keep up with him anymore.”

“Your Highness?”

Fili scrubbed at his face and muttered something into his palms she couldn’t understand. When he finally pulled his hands away he looked up at her with eyes so different from Kili’s but with a familiarity to them it almost hurt at the anguish lining them, pulling at the corners of his mouth, drawing his skin tight and leaving him slightly pale. “I’ve always been there. His big brother. Always immovable and invincible. Now look at me.” He tapped the crutches that lay on the table next to him, close to the wall. “I can’t even walk.”

Tauriel took a moment to weigh her words carefully. She knew his recent relapse in his recovery ate at him. It would eat at her too if she’d been in his situation, finally walking with a cane only to aggravate the injury and be put on bed rest for days again. He’d only climbed out of his bed a week before.“I was told what you said when you refused to join your uncle when he first traveled from Esgaroth to the mountain. ‘I belong with my brother.’ Perhaps, just as you stayed by his side when he needed help, he only desires to be beside you in your recovery.”

His hand dropped to his leg and he rubbed at it absently, a grimace pulling the lines around his eyes deeper. Something about his expression nudged at something in the back of her mind. She knew that look, but from where?

“I’ll talk to him,” Fili said and his fingers came away from the hilt of the knife up his sleeve. “I’m sorry, Lady Tauriel. I’m sure he hasn’t been the easiest to deal with the last little bit. I know he can be a bit manic when he’s agitated or upset.”

“Don’t apologize to me, unless it’s for calling me ‘Lady’,” she admonished with a half smile. “I love Kili and enjoy every side of him.”

Fili propped his chin in his hand and smirked. “Is that what it’s like to find your One?” he asked. “To understand every little nuannce and bit of insanity your other half deals out to you?”

Movement behind Fili caught her attention. “You tell me,” Tauriel said with a smile and climbed to her feet. “Kili will be early to the council meeting this afternoon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fili demanded as he reached for his crutches.

“Your Highness?”

Tauriel just smirked when Fili almost fell over when he twisted in surprise. Bard’s eldest daughter stood behind him with one eyebrow raised and an amused smile playing at her lips. Perhaps Kili was right after all. She would need to find Nori and add her own coin to the betting.

~*~*~

Kili found her that evening as she stood on top of the wall and stared at the latest snowfall. He came and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face into her back. She placed her hand over his and continued to scan for lurking orcs.

“Thank you,” Kili murmured after a time.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to,” she said and leaned back a bit, letting him take some of her weight. He shifted and came to stand beside her, one of his arms still wrapped around her back. He leaned his head on her shoulder and stared out at the snow. She draped her arm across his shoulders and he reached up to lace their fingers together.

“Will you help?” he asked. “I know you’re trying to stay busy when I’m not able to be around. Do you think you could help in the infirmary? Maybe see if Oin has anything you can do to help Fili along with his healing?”

Apprehension flared in her stomach, making it twist a little. “I’m not sure the good healer will allow me to assist in anything within his domain.”

Kili snorted. “After what you did to save me, twice now, I’m pretty sure he’ll listen to just about any suggestions you may have.”

She hummed absently. “I’d like to learn more about dwarfish medicine. Perhaps he wouldn’t mind an exchange of techniques.”

“Playing on his intellectual side. I love it when you’re crafty.”

She shook slightly with suppressed laughter. “I’m hardly crafty. I honestly wish to learn.”

“Of course you do,” Kili said and pulled her hand to his lips.

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Honestly, at this point the only reason I know which day it is, is because Fili Friday is a thing, alongside with Kili Ktuesday, and perhaps biggest of them all, Because Dream updates Beautiful and Damned every Sunday

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Sticks and Stones

A/N: Happy Kíli Ktuesday! It’s been too long since I spent some alone time ;) with this sweetheart. This was not meant to be smutty, but alas! He demanded it. Hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Thank you to @dreams-of-wander​ for indulging my Kíli love in our long chats and prompting this Iron Hills journey! <3

Pairing: Kíli x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,338

Warnings/Tags: Rated Explicit, sappy smut, comfort, fluff

Summary: Kíli is welcomed home after a long month away.

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She did not expect Kíli to make love to her tonight.

He’d returned only yesterday from a four week trip to the Iron Hills. It was more than just a family visit. Kíli was sent alone- as alone as he could be with a full entourage behind him- to discuss extra tariffs on traded goods and tolls on the routes between Erebor and the Iron Hills. He and Fíli agreed that the two realms should have a friendlier relationship between their craftsman and merchants. Dain disagreed and, despite being family and a superb leader of his own people, was incredibly stubborn. Ironfoot indeed. Because of prolonged discussions, the planned week long stay warped into two. 

“Then you should have seen the winter storm Mahal threw at us halfway through the journey home,” Kíli had told (Y/N) in their bed the night he’d returned. He only divested details of the trip after two rounds of passionate, bed creaking, linen ruining love making. She wrapped her arms around him as if to warm him from the treacherous gale in his story as he continued.

“You would have loved all the snow, amrâlimê. But it was troublesome- so deep not even the ponies could trudge through it and so heavy no dwarf could clear enough of it to make a hair of headway. The only option was to wait out the storm.” He looked down at her in his arms. “I know you love the snow but I despise it for keeping me from you for so much longer than planned.”

“You’re here now,” she said. “Safe.”

He kissed her. “Safe in your arms, yes.” He relished her laugh as he tucked his head down into her shoulder, playing at the affection he always felt when she held him so close.

The tales and intimacy were expected and welcomed on the night he returned. However, the next night, after weeks of travel, endless early morning council meetings and a late night together, (Y/N) planned to allow Kíli some time and space for some well deserved rest. 

He’d left before dawn that morning for the throne room where he, Fíli, Thorin and his advisors would discuss plans for the upcoming spring. Crucial preparations must be carefully made for the busiest time of the year when market days turned into full weeks, trade blossomed, and the heavier hunting season began. 

(Y/N) knew there was much to do and yet concern coiled in her gut as she watched the setting sun pass by her window. She ate supper alone. That’s what she would tell Kíli, but truthfully, she only nibbled, unable to shift her thoughts from what her love must be doing. Had he any chance to eat today? Or was he too distracted by laws and finances and resources to notice his nauseous stomach rumbling? She set most of her own dinner aside for him in the ice box to eat if he so desired when he returned.

She lit the candles alone. She bathed alone. It was as if Kíli had never returned. 

She did not, however, turn down the bed. Instead she sat on the neatly made furs and caught up on some reading. She would tell Kíli exactly that- she was so invested and distracted by this incredible book that she couldn’t bear to close it and sleep. She would not tell him that she refused to lie in their bed one more night without him, that it was too cold and too lonely. She’d simply wait for him and ignore how weak it all made her feel.

It felt as if hours had passed and she had turned the page of her book just twice. She’d memorized the first sentence of one of the paragraphs after reading it over and over again when she caught her mind wandering. 

She read of birds. She thought of a raven. Raven hair she twisted and tied back every morning, clasping it with a silver courting bead. Stubborn dark locks that fell over eyes like feathers- never blocking, only framing. Rough stubble that scratched her cheeks and fingertips. Curls that traveled over porcelain skin and peeked around clothes and tickled her nose. 

She read about castles. She thought of protection. A sharp mind and strong body that fought to keep its people safe from any threat in or outside of the realm’s borders. Broad chest and tapered back that held a bow string taught with enough resistance to speed straight through a warg’s skull. Arms that surrounded her, holding his body just above hers for long hours of the night and into the morning.

It was when she read about music that she closed her book, but the thoughts crept through the cracks in her worn shield and attacked her heart and pulled at her core. Belly laughs that shook his entire body, morning growls about early meetings that could rival a grizzly’s, soft hums and content sighs that celebrated her name.

She rolled off the bed in defeat and replaced the book on the shelf. 

“What are you doing awake?”

Kíli was standing in the doorway. He’d had a silent entrance, careful not to wake his love, but the effort was all for nothing. She wasn’t asleep.

“I was just going to bed,” she said, extinguishing some of the candles. “I was reading.” She watched him fold his robes over the chair by his desk and kick his boots to the side. He crossed the floor to her like a sweet predator. 

“And what have you been reading?” he asked. His cheek met hers, warmly scratching, and his arms wrapped around her waist. He kissed her neck as she spoke.

“I could have been reading the story of your life with how often my thoughts strayed to you.”

The cool tip of his nose drew a well worn trail up to her ear. “And my council notes could have had your portrait drawn on them with how often I dreamed of your lips. And your cheeks, your nose, your eyes.” He landed light pecks on every feature as he said the words. “I could think of nothing else.”

“Kíli-” Her admonishing faltered when his hands fell to her bottom. She drew away, taking his face in her hands. “You look exhausted, my love.”

“Thank you. And you look absolutely gorgeous.” 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Do I?” he asked between kisses. “Because I’ve taken offence. And now you must find a way to seek forgiveness.”

“Kíli-”

“I have a few ideas if you’re lacking.”

She pushed at his chest. “Sit on the bed, you insatiable heathen.”

He gave her a short laugh, though she longed to hear more from him. “Throwing more sticks and stones. Is this how you beg for forgiveness?” He took off his trousers with no further suggestion from her and settled on the bed where she herself was sitting only moments ago, longing for exactly this.

“A lady never begs.” She shed her winter robe, leaving only her soft, thin nightgown to somewhat cover her.

He watched her crawl across the furs to him. “Oh, how easily you forget your words from just last night. ‘Please, Kíli, please, m-’ ”

She kissed him if only to shut him up. Kíli pulled her into his lap, draping her legs over either side of him while his rough fingertips caught on the gown around her hips. She immediately discarded his tunic, leaving him completely bare under her, but Kíli took his time with her covering. 

For a few moments, he enjoyed the thin wall between his thumbs and her peaked nipples, the barely there curtain between her skin and his. He could feel her warmth even through the gown. The thought that he could take it off whenever he wanted was a satisfying thrill until she shifted and the hem tickled and teased his full erection. It made him twitch and it was then that he noticed her lack of underclothes and abundance of arousal. 

He growled her name, bunching the fabric in his fists. He whipped the barrier between them away and even before his hands could return to her, his cock was completely sheathed inside her.

She kissed him through his moan before gently pushing him down to lay back in the pillows. “Relax, my love.”

He fought her. “Amrâlimê, do not make the mistake in thinking I am ever too tired for you.”

“Am I not allowed to admire my own heathen while I make love to him?” She led him down again, this time leaving marks with her lips and teeth along his jaw, neck, and chest. At this new angle, she was able to pay special attention to the tip of Kíli’s length. She teased him the way she knew he loved best: only allowing his soft, wide head in and out of her folds as she kissed, touched, and caressed every inch of the dwarf she cherished.

Kíli, though he savored the attention, the feeling of being treasured, could not take this teasing for long. He thrust up into her, desperate for more, and who was she to deny him? She sat back on him, taking him as deeply as she could, curling her hands into his belly at the sensation. So full. 

But it was Kíli’s expression of desire that sent bolts of arousal through her. This was the face she’d dreamed of all the weeks he was in the Iron Hills. Eyes like pools of ink on the pages of her books. Ravens, castles, and music all before her, right at her fingertips. She stared. Watched as she moved on him and felt his hands reach and tease and knead and caress. Though she set out to be the lover tonight, Kíli always managed to make her feel adored.

His ministrations led her to the edge and neatly pushed her over it. He sat up before her- closer- and she clung to him, using every ounce of strength and determination to continue moving on him. Her walls strangled his cock and her kiss took his breath, but it was her emotion that led him to the highest of peaks. His body contracted and shivered, but he managed to lift her from his length and wrap her hand around his throbbing member.

“Please, amrâlimê, make me come,” he ground out.

She stained his neck with her mark and whispered words of praise and encouragement as she stroked him to completion. Even with her forehead pressed to his skin, she watched his claim on her spatter over her hand and both their bodies. She tenderly wrung him dry and kissed his skin as he glued his body to hers and trusted her to keep him upright. Heavily lidded eyes watched her lick her fingers clean.

“Amrâlimê,” he said, breathless.

“Yes, my love?”

“I forgive you your name calling.”

“Good.” She moved off the bed, ignoring his grabbing and slipping hands. Her legs were wobbly and her knees sore and tired. She chuckled at herself, waving away Kíli’s concerned noise.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Do not move,” she said, swiping more come off her belly. “I won’t have those furs ruined all because I couldn’t turn the bed down. Stop moving!”

“Wha- (Y/N), it is not your job to clean up my mess.”

She left anyway, ducking into the washroom to dunk a cloth into the basin. “The mess that I made, thank you very much.”

She heard him laugh. “Yes.”

As she crossed the cool floor of the chambers, the patter of her feet cued Kíli to open his eyes. They barely obeyed him and drooped like an old hound’s. Now that she wasn’t distracted by the desire there, she noticed the dark circles just above his cheeks. Since she and Kíli began their courting, she’d learned to dread the coming of spring. This was the time of year Kíli’s sense of duty came before any inkling of self care. 

She reached for him, but his hand stopped the cloth from touching his skin. Before he could say anything, she cursed him. “Will you just sit there and let me do this for you? You’re so exhausted you look like the undead. You look like Thorin.”

His eyes blew wide and looked more like they actually belonged to him. “How dare you?” 

“It’s true!” she laughed. “And these days you’re getting more and more like him, you stubborn thing!” She pinned his hands down the best she could and swiped away the stickiness. When she was done, Kíli threw the cloth in the general direction of the washroom and pulled her body over his and onto the bed in a flourish.

“Good gracious, amrâlimê! As soon as you clear the slate, you insult me again. How will you make it up to me this time?”

“I will think.”

“It better be good.” He kissed her.

“Well, it will only happen after you get some rest and I’m much too lazy to turn the bed down now, so you’d better get used to sleeping on furs.”

“Good thing you kept them clean, then,” Kíli said, pulling one of the heavier blankets over them both and taking (Y/N) in his arms again. “I was surprised to see you hadn’t climbed in bed yet. I know how you enjoy reading under the covers when it’s cold like this.”

She hummed.

“Why didn’t you?”

She deflated, feeling as pitiful as she did when Kíli first went away and left her in their bed alone. “You weren’t here.”

Under her head, she felt his chest freeze as his breath caught. Then he rolled over her and ran his fingertips down her cheek. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

She made a show of a sigh. “Yes. But it’s been hours since.”

He kissed her. “I love you very much, amrâlimê. Name calling and all.”

“And I love you very much, you stubborn, insatiable heathen.”

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[curiosityunsated]

Okay so it’s Kíli Ktuesday! (In case you forgot) sorry this got a wee bit out of hand.

So let’s think about our favourite brunette romantic. Because he is a romantic. “She walks in starlight in another world”, “do you think she could have loved me?”, and don’t forget him whipping out the khuzdul to woo Tauriel over. Come on, boy’s a romantic through and through.

I’m on a family-feels roll right now, so lets just imagine Kíli rolling around in the training ring with his little dwelves. It started as a combat lesson, but... nah. Just, him rolling around on the ground with like three pebbles all over him, trying to keep him pinned to the ground so they can win. Which they do, because Kíli is a big marshmellow and also his kids are the best what do you mean they need to learn real combat? They’re amazing. And also not going anywhere near battle, ever, thanks everso.

He’s playful, supportive, and loves his little ones dearly. Eventually, when they get big enough, he’s gonna give them room to make mistakes. But don’t let that distract you from the fact that our boy is often likened to a wolf- he’s gonna rip the throat out of anyone who hurts his family.

For example, there’s probably gonna be some council members who heartily disapprove of his marriage to Tauriel. That’s water off a duck’s back, because he loves his Tauriel and she loves him and screw anyone else. Besides, he’s seen Tauriel fight he knows she can handle herself. But the kids? He was the first one to hold them after they were born. He’s spent countless hours holding onto them, marveling at how soft their skin is and kissing all their bruises and scrapes better. Drying their tears. They don’t have a thick skin against the naysayers yet and you’re damn right Kíli is going to be their shield. Some ass of a council member tries to prevent them from having khuzdul lessons because of their mixed heritage? Claiming some purist nonesense about sharing information with outsiders? Yeah, Kíli wipes the floor with his beard (almost literally, had Tauriel not been present as support *read: self-control*). The debate is settled in one meeting 100% in his favor, and if the dissenting dwarf steps down from his post in tears Thorin can’t find it in himself to care.

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[thorinthehottotty]

Imagine being really oblivious that Kíli likes you and essentially ignoring him

A/N: Kíli Ktuesday!!!

Warnings: Fluff

"Wow, you look radiant today," Kíli chirps to you. You smile up at him and pat on the arm.

"Yeah, bathing will do that. Thanks, Kí. You’re so sweet.” You chirp to him, beaming. You miss him deflating.

“You look absolutely gorgeous today,” he tries, “The sun is bringing out the red in your hair.”

“You’re so nice, Kili! I don’t deserve you.” You tell him and playfully shove him before moving on to help Bombur with cooking. This time, you completely miss Kili gesturing to you in frustration and the chuckling of the surrounding dwarves.

It’s not until later that night, when your quietly mooning over him joking with his brother that Bilbo says anything. “What’s the matter?” He hums as he puffs on his pipe. 

“He’s just stupidly handsome. It’s so unfair.” You sigh into your palm. It makes Bilbo snort around his pipe. 

“The lot of them seem to be ruggedly handsome.”

“Yeah, but Kili’s got those big brown eyes and those... lips that just always look like their begging to be kiss, ya know? That and he’s quite possibly the sweetest little bean out there!” Bilbo pauses and looks at you, a bit confused.

“Did you say... ‘kissable’?” You flash him a sheepish grin.

“Yeah, a bit much, sorry.”

“Why don’t you just accept his advances?”

“What advances?” Apparently Bilbo wasn’t the only one listening because Gloin and Bofur both spin along with the hobbit.

“What advances!?” They all repeat.

It startles you so much you nearly fall over, blushing as they all gape at you. “Yeah?”

“What do you think of all his winking and complimenting.”

“He’s being nice?” You offer. It has their jaws dropping.

“He told you last week that you looked like you were crafted by Mahal himself.” You shrunk back at Gloin’s flabbergast expression. “Oh, lass. She’s painfully oblivious to the boy being beard over toes for her.” 

“He’s certainly not into me.” You deny. This has Bofur rolling his eyes and hollaring over to the brothers. You turn cherry red and quickly try to stop him with a ‘Nonononono! Bofur stop!”

“Lad! Tell the girl how you feel very bluntly. She doesn’t seem to be getting it.” Kili glanced at you, confused. 

“She just called you kissable. Just kiss her already!” Gloin called. You didn’t expect the way the prince’s eyes light up with excitement. You want to melt into a puddle of embarrassment. 

“That was a private conversation!” You hiss as Kili stands, already darting toward you. “You don’t have t-mpf!” And he’s pressing his lips to yours eagerly. Maybe he did like you...

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[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

WIP Wednesday-1/13/2021

So, we’re going to make this a tradition....  Along with Majestic Monday, Kili ktuesday, and Fili Friday... 

“Amrâlimê…”  A dark-haired dwarf called from the doorway.  I turned over in bed to look at him.

“Kili, there is absolutely no way you’re getting me out of bed this morning.”  I said firmly, burrowing myself further into the covers as he walked closer.

Even in the dim lighting, I could see the frown on Kili’s face.  “Amrâlimê.  I want you to come see all the beautiful snow.”  He said, walking to the bed and sitting down.  His soft brown eyes looked at me with such a pleading expression, that my resolve began to crumble.

“Oh alright…  Just for a few minutes though.”  I grumbled, throwing the covers aside, and setting my feet onto an icy floor.  Literally.

As my feet slid out from under me, I squeaked in anticipation of the cold stone meeting my face.  But before I hit the ground, Kili caught hold of me and held me up.  “I got you ‘Ibin.  Don’t worry.”

#WIP Wednesday 1/13/2021 #kili

[watarigarasu]

Upendi

Pairing: Kíli x Reader

Word count: 2,475

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Kíli's actions may be reckless but you have never regretted following him once.

Author’s note: The story was vaguely inspired by the song Upendi from the Lion King 2!

The path which led to the lake was narrow, covered in soft needles fallen from the nearby trees and an occasional cone there and there. Stepping on the latter was rather painful, especially considering the fact that your feet were bare and in the dim light of the moon you could not see all of them clearly. There were few quiet ouches leaving past your lips before you finally reached your destination, the place you wanted to see since you left your home with Thorin’s Company—the lake.

As you approached it, now walking down the mossy ground, you could not stop staring at the reflections dancing on the waters’ surface, the moon swaying to the sides as if it was dancing rhythmically to the melody only it could hear. High bulrushes were growing at the southern shore, perfectly hiding the shallow waters from the eyes of any curious passersby, if there would only be any. The forest in which The Company decided to rest for tonight was peaceful and welcoming, much different than the magical lands you wandered through, full of dangerous and wild creatures you have never seen before.

Placing your shoes at the sandy coast, you took off the tunic and looked around to make sure that nobody was following you for the last time. You would never suspect any of the loyal and honourable Dwarves of such a thing, however… you had your doubts about Thorin’s nieces. Very reasonable ones. You did not want to have your clothes stolen for the sake of some kind of joke, that is why you decided it would be better to be safe than sorry and hid the tunic in the nearby bushes. If something happened, you would at least have one piece of fabric to cover yourself up.

Turning around, you took few steps forward to check whether the water was cold or not with your toes. Considering the fact that the latest days were unbearably hot, it should be warm and you craved a bath too much to withdraw now. It was your evening, you deserved it after killing few vicious orcs which were chasing The Company. There was still dirt and black blood in your hair and under the nails, you probably smelled of sweat and the grass stains on your clothes certainly did not add anything positive to your overall miserable look. Cold or not, you needed a solid bath.

“It may not be as hot as you, but I can assure you that it’s quite nice.”

You turned your head to the right so suddenly that you almost felt the cramp in the muscles. To your surprise, there was a pair of dark eyes staring at you from above the enormous rock and the familiar smile spreading on the lips of the person you recognized immediately.

Kíli observed you with the amused expression, his elbows resting on the rock as the lower half of his body must have still been in the water. For a moment he reminded you of a mermaids you heard the stories about and the image of him weaving his chubby fish-like tail almost made you lighten up. Almost, for the initial thought which could explain his presence here was nowhere near funny for you, and so, you asked:

“Where is Fíli?”

Kíli pouted.

“Am I not enough company for you?”

“I don’t want any company, I want to take a bath!”

“Well then, that makes two of us.” Even in the dim light you could see him wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Oh, please…”

Resting your hands on the hips, you looked at him. You would have to be blind to not notice the way he was talking to you, flirting with you, charming you every day in almost every moment. For some reason, the young prince grew fond of you and the thought itself was quite flattering, you had to admit, but it did not change the fact that you were not sure whether his uncle would approve your relationship. Kíli’s feelings were returned, very much so, but no matter how much you adored him, you were still just a human.

The possibility of never truly being with him broke your heart.

“Come on,” he encouraged, his voice suddenly losing the frivolous tone and becoming purely sympathetic instead. “The water is warm, I promise.”

You smiled, seeing the way the moonlight reflected in his eyes. You knew that he observed you, when you took off the rest of your clothes and placed them on the sand, you could feel his gaze ghosting over your body, remembering it and caressing with the delicacy of his loving heart. Eventually, you went in the water, first to the ankles’ level, then calves, thighs, hips and waist. Bending your knees, you sunk into the lake deep enough so only your head was above the surface.

Indeed, the water was warm.

“Now, you ruined the whole show,” Kíli sighed theatrically and shook his head slightly.

“How so?” You approached him so close, that you could rest your arms on the opposite side of the rock and look at him in the eyes. “I thought I was not your type.”

Kíli blinked few times, apparently confused.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve heard exactly what you said during the dinner in Rivendell,” you teased, content that for once you were the reason for the adorable, puzzled expression on his face and not the other way around. “How did it go? I’m not fond of those maids because of their thin figure, creamy skin and what else?”

“I did not mean that!”

“Of course you didn’t.”

“Besides,” he frowned, solemn. “You are far more magnificent than even the greatest of Elf maids.”

The way he said those words proved you that he really believed in them. There was no false, no bad intentions, just the overwhelming adoration and sincere truth.

Slowly, Kíli reached to you above the rock which was now irritatingly separating you two, and stroked your cheek. He smiled when you leaned to his hand, responsive for his touch and loving the way his fingers felt against your skin.

“You are perfect to me,” he confessed quietly. “And I love, love your high cheekbones.”

Kissing the inner side of his palm was another way to hide the amusement which painted on your face, the undeniable proof of the effect his words had upon you. It surprised you when he suddenly moved back, taking his hand away from you and diving in the lake, the cheeky expression not fading until his head went completely underwater.

Turning around, you tried to look for him, perfectly aware of whatever kind of shenanigans he was up to, but spotting his dark hair in the equally black water was impossible. You did not move, firmly standing your ground near the rock and ready to either hold it for your life or even immediately jump out of the lake on it if needed. You knew how much he and the other members of The Company enjoyed playing in water, splashing around with a lot of roaring laughs, competitions and challenges, that is why you were expecting the worst already—to get splashed or pulled underwater or tickled with some kind of seaweeds or any other unpleasant, slimy thing. What you did not expect, however, was that Kíli would eventually emerge from the water right in front of you, so close that your chests were almost touching, and do it carefully and slowly, keeping an eye contact with you until he stood straight on the sandy ground below your feet.

Droplets of water were running down his hair, long strands now clinging to his cheeks, forehead, shoulders and back. Some of the beads fell down, back to the lake, trailing the various wet lines on his body, while the others rested in the curly hair on his strong arms and chest, slightly reflecting the pale moonlight just like his eyes were. It was not the first time when you saw him half-naked but definitely the first time when you were so close to each other in such a state.

“Admiring the view, my dear?” he teased, apparently noticing the look in your eyes.

You could only hope that he did not somehow notice how dry did your mouth became all of a sudden.

Before you could think of any proper answer or wit comeback, he gently took your hand and pulled you after him, saying:

“Come with me, there’s something I want to show you.”

You agreed, partly grateful that he did not decide to continue this discussion you had no chance of winning, not after showing such an obvious interest in him. Still, you were curious about his idea, you could not deny that those were often quite dangerous but no less fascinating and always led to something worth remembering. It was impossible to refuse, especially when you remembered what he told you few days ago, when you followed him to one of the apparently abandoned caves to look for the hidden treasures, most likely forgotten by their rightful owners. The place stank of fear and the quick possibility of getting eaten alive by some vicious creatures but before Kíli went down the cave, he looked at you in the eyes and swore:

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t let anything bad to happen to you.”

He kept that promise, as he always did.

This time, you followed him to the eastern shore, walking through the shallow waters and carefully taking every step just in case there would be sharp rocks on the bottom. Either there were none or you managed to dodge all of them, eventually you found yourself standing in front of the enormous pile of rocks, half drowned in the lake, and that was the place where Kíli stopped and turned back to you, still not letting go of your hand.

“Do you trust me?” he asked firmly.

“What kind of question is that?” You frowned at how serious his voice was. “Of course I do, but–“

“No buts! Keep that thought in mind and follow me, alright? Can you hold your breath?”

“It depends on why—Kíli, what do you want to do?” You were growing more and more suspicious but somehow with him by your side it was not anxiety which overwhelmed you, but rather excitement. He would never risk your life, that was for sure, so you had no real reasons to be afraid. Somewhere deep in your heart you knew that if he had to, he would risk his life for your safety without hesitation also.

Mahal, how could you not fall for him?

“You won’t regret it,” he assured you, now cheerful back again, as he knew that you would not turn away now.

“It doesn’t answer my question in the slightest.”

“Just trust me. Look, do you see this very ominous, dark hole under water, right there?” Kíli pointed a finger at the place where the pile of rocks was touching the lake’s surface and drowning deeper.

You nodded, not wholly convinced if you wanted to see it.

“We’ll have to dive in there, swim under the rock and then we’ll reach something absolutely fantastic! You’ve never seen anything like that before, I can assure you.”

His enthusiasm was undoubtedly contagious, because soon you found yourself wondering what could wait for you on the other side. Being a human, you were not overly interested in the undergrounds, small and dark spaces appearing as claustrophobic and not even as closely as stunning as the beauty which could be seen on the earth. However, you have spent enough time with Dwarves to learn that once you would get rid of the prejudices and expectations, you could find the greatest treasures and values in the darkest times and places.

And so, you sighed deeply and asked:

“Ladies first?”

Although you were wary of the time you were supposed to spend underwater, the distance was not even half as long as you thought. Holding your breath and swimming in the darkness while surrounded with nothing but the stones was not the most pleasant experience, you had to admit, but Kíli made sure that you always felt his presence nearby. He helped you to find the surface once you were on the other side and when you caught your breath and blinked, adjusting your sight to the dim light, you realized that you were no longer exposed to the moon—on the contrary, you were inside the cave with roof so high that you wondered if you were still by the same lake. Nevertheless, it was not the mystical passage to that hidden place, nor its size which got you awestruck but the source of the delicate, blue light.

It seemed as if the thousands, millions of tiny lanterns were hanging from the roof and the walls, wet stones reflecting the light and making the whole cave shine as if under a magical spell. Long branches and leaves were reaching down the ground, illuminated reminding you of a colourful jellyfishes, floating in the thin air instead of the water. Or, as you believed for a while, it was you who suddenly learned how to breathe underwater and observed this whole scenery of the world you have never experienced before.

Being to mesmerized by the view in front of you, you could not notice how Kíli’s undivided attention was focused completely on you, on discovering how your features changed when you realized where you were, on how the happiness and surprise changed the way you looked around, on how freely and completely you were yourself in that very moment. He could not even think about the beauty of the surroundings, not when he had you in front of him and the overwhelming love filling his heart.

“How did you know about this place?” you asked, genuinely curious and only then caught his gaze upon you.

“I was roaming.” He shrugged and approached you, the water as bright as the cave’s roof. “It made me think about you.”

“Do you often think about me then?”

“All the time.”

His confession was sincere and to prove that, he placed his hand at the side of your neck, caressing the line of the jaw with his thumb and hungrily eyeing your lips. He wanted to kiss you so badly, to hold you in his arms and never let you go, to stay in this magical place together, where nothing could disturb nor harm you. Instead, he simply leaned to you and rested his cheek at the crook of your neck, feeling how chill and wet your skin was against his.

“I love you,” Kíli whispered and the cave almost swallowed the soft sound of his voice. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, my dear.”

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