#kilixyou

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Plants and cakes [1/2]

Relationships: Kíli x You (Fem!Dwarf)

Content: Fluff, idiot in love

Summary: You meet Kíli at a ball organized for the Erebor’s Princes but you don't know what they look like since you come from the Iron Hills and originally you came just to taste the Erebor’s wine and cakes. You spend the evening with him and he doesn't want to let you go.

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Note: English isn’t my native language, so I’m sorry for the mistakes!

It's late but you are in great shape. This is completely normal since you are going to a ball with your friend. And not just any ball. A ball in Erebor.

Coming from the Iron Hills, you followed your friend on a short trip to Erebor. She has been jeweller for several years and she wanted to go to Erebor to learn more about craft techniques. Erebor had been taken over by the Durin’s Heirs for 6 years and your friend was dying to come there. Taking this opportunity to discover the Lonely Mountain, you followed her. You aren’t a jeweler but an herbalist. You know it's quite rare for a dwarf not to be attracted to metals, but you can't help but prefer plants to stones.

The party has already started for a few hours and you arrive in front of the ballroom. You and your friend learned about this festival two days earlier; thanks to an acquaintance of your friend. This ball has been held every 3 years since the recapture of Erebor so that the heirs to the throne, Princes Fíli and Kíli, find a spouse. Many dwarrowdams come to this ball and many dwarves too, thinking to find a beautiful dwarrowdams among all those who come. But you and your friend aren’t here for the beautiful and young dwarves of Erebor, let alone the Princes. Oh no. Your friend is here to observe and analyze the jewelry worn by all the people gathered for the occasion. And you. You are here to taste the delicious desserts and alcohol of Erebor. You are the kind of person to deprive yourself regularly to enjoy cakes and sweets when the opportunity arises. And here we’re talking about a ball in Erebor.

As soon as you enter the ballroom, you split up with your friend. You had already agreed to meet at the end of the evening. You serve yourself a big plate of all kinds of desserts. You will also pour yourself a large glass of wine. Once ready, you sit discreetly in a private corner. You will watch people dance, have fun, laugh. The atmosphere is very nice and warm. Growing up on the Iron Hills, you have no idea what the two Princes can look like. You look for them quickly as you finish your plate. You end up noticing one dwarf in particular, at the back of the room, sitting on a large chair. You can easily guess it is the King, but at this distance you can’t make out his face.

Now your plate and glass are empty, it's time to pour yourself another glass. Walking slowly and quietly, you try not to get noticed. Even if you haven't come to dance, your dress and hairstyle might suggest otherwise.

In a quiet corner where you can refill your wine in peace and as much as you want, you don’t realize two blond and brown dwarfs, dressed for the occasion, have seen you and are walking towards you.

- “Good evening, My lady,” one of the two begins. “We have never had the chance to meet you.” - “Good evening, sirs. It's because I'm not from here,” you answer, taking a few steps back as you see the second dwarf approaching you. - “Let me tell you that you are sublime,” the second says.

You are clearly not comfortable with them. Something is wrong. Their closeness, their voice, their attitude. You don’t have confidence, but you must stay polite. This is neither the time nor the place to make a scandal. As you put your empty glass down on the nearest table, one of the two dwarves takes your hand.

- “How about a little dance?” - “N-no thanks. Thank you for your invitation but I dance very badly,” you explain, trying to get your hand back. - “You wouldn't dare to refuse a Prince's invitation, would you?” he asks, smiling. - "A-a Prince?"

You feel very uncomfortable now. As you look around quickly, you can't find your friend. You're afraid. But Prince or not, this is out of the question he will touch you any longer. You pull your hand but the dwarf still wants to give it back to you.

You grabbed a full glass from the table. You wanted to throw it at him but you feel someone take it from you and put it down. As you turn your head, you see a dark-haired dwarf smiling at you, then a second blond dwarf walking past you. For a few moments you fear they have joined you to help the Prince in front of you. You then see the blond take the Prince's collar and squeeze it tight. He leans into his ear to whisper some words you can't hear. Meanwhile, the dark-haired dwarf takes you further; out of sight of the other three dwarves. You hesitate to follow him but his smile reassures you. Once alone, you dare to talk to him.

- “This dwarf told me he was the Prince. I don't want you and your friend to have trouble,” you say, glancing behind you. - "You must come from far away to not know what the Erebor Princes look like," he laughed. - “Ah um, yes. I come from the Iron Hills …” - “This dwarf is not the Prince. I think he was saying that to convince you to dance with him.” - “Oh I see,” you say, feeling stupid. “Thank you for helping me. You could be the Prince and I wouldn't even know it… I sound like an idiot.” - “Not at all!” he exclaims, smiling even more. “On the other hand, I would like to know why you came to a ball in honor of the Princes if it wasn’t to see them or to dance with other dwarves?”

He looks at you attentively. You know you can't leave without giving him an answer. You are also a person unable to lie. Your cheeks start to blush with shame but you answer him anyway.

- "Um, I came to taste Erebor's wine and desserts ..."

The dwarf in front of you bursts out laughing. He even puts his hand on the wall so he can stand. You feel embarrassed at first and then you laugh with him. The laughter and the amount of wine you have drunk warm you up. Wanting some fresh air, you look around for a cool place.

- “Um, are you from here? Do you know of a cooler place where I could get some fresh air? I think I drank too much wine,” you tell him, whispering the last sentence.

You see him refraining from laughing. He comes forward with his back to you, offering you his arm. His smile and behaviour give you more confidence than the two dwarves a few minutes ago. You smile at him and put your hand on his arm to guide you.

He leads you to the top of a rampart. The summer air is cool and pleasant. You lean from the top of the stones to observe the landscape. Erebor, Dale, Mirkwood. Everything is so peaceful now. Charmed by the view, you are so captivated that you forget the dwarf’s presence by your side. You hear him clear his throat and you turn to him, embarrassed.

- “Oh I’m sorry! I was absorbed by the scenery. Erebor is beautiful, but so is the view from here. I am delighted to have traveled here!”

You detect a light in the dwarf's eyes and you see his smile widen.

- “Erebor is the most beautiful mountain in Middle-earth! Hey! Why are you laughing?” he asks, pouting. “It's the truth.” - “I believe you. It's just, you seem very proud of this mountain. Do you work here?” - “More than that, I am the Prince!” he said, proud of himself. - “You too!” You say, laughing. “Looks like all dwarves in Erebor use the same approach technique.” - “If you don't believe me, try to guess then!“ he said, smiling. - “Um well... You know the premises. I don’t know why but I feel like you know how to fight. You know the ramparts well. Are you a soldier? A guard?”

You hesitate but you don’t know what to answer. You have only known this dwarf for a few minutes.

- “Let’s go with that,” he smiles. - “Your turn now! Try to guess what my job is,” you ask, cheerful by the conversation.

“Coming to this ball wasn’t such a bad idea,” you think, smiling. You have more fun than you might think. You jump when the dwarf takes your hands. Coming out of your thoughts, you let him do it. He seems to be analyzing them.

- “So! I'll try to do like you, but thinking is not my thing. You don't seem to be fighting. Your hands look a bit worn, but not enough for manual work. Raaa I have no idea!” - “You're not a patient person,” you laugh, seeing him already getting angry. - “Come on, tell me!” - “Alright. I am a herbalist.”

Most of the time, dwarves seem surprised or disgusted when they learn your trade. A human or elf occupation, they say. You then feel the dwarf's hands let go. He gets up abruptly and you don't dare look at him.

- “Come, follow me! We have set up a greenhouse in Erebor, I'll show it to you!”

Surprised, you look up at the dwarf. He smiles at you and holds out his hand. You hesitate first and then you end up grabbing his hand.

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In the greenhouse, you can hardly believe your eyes. The room is large and well ventilated. An ingenious mirror system is in place to provide sufficient light for the plants to grow. You never thought you would find such a room in a dwarf realm. You stay still for a while, looking at and analyzing everything in front of you. Then, you walk around the room. You approach the plants. You even dare to peek at the books on the shelves.

- “It's unbelievable…” you whisper as you read the notes to the book. - “What's unbelievable?” the dwarf behind you asks.

You realize you have again forgotten the dwarf's presence. He sees your jump and you notice he is holding back from laughing.

- “Don’t be afraid. I won’t do anything to you.” - “I'm not afraid. It's just I was focused on those notes. You manage to grow rare plants here and-”

You realize the distance between you and the dwarf. Reading over your shoulder, you realize he is very close to you. You can't help but be absorbed in his eyes; and he in yours. After a few minutes, you take a few steps back and the dwarf seems to understand the problem. You see him blushing under his beard. Now, it's your turn to blush with embarrassment. You then try to change the subject.

- “Are we allowed to be here?” - “Not at all. It's only for people working here,” he says, as if it was nothing. “Óin commissioned the construction of this greenhouse. I don't know anything about plants, but he wanted us to be able to produce medicinal plants within our own walls; without asking the humans for help, let alone the elves. And I was thinking you would certainly be interested in coming here.” - “You know a lot for a soldier …” - “It's because I participated in the project,” he says, proud of himself. - “As a soldier or as a Prince?” You ask, mocking him. “And you know Óin from Thorin's Company. You're very lucky!”

You don't give the dwarf time to answer you. You realize several hours must have passed since you left the ballroom. Your friend must be looking for you. You ask the dwarf to take you back to the room and he kindly accepts.

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Having no idea which way to go, you let the dwarf guide you. The music begins to be heard more and more. When you thought you were soon there, the blond dwarf who helped you earlier comes to you. He doesn't look very happy and walks decisively towards you both.

- “Do you know how long I've been looking for you, idiot? Uncle didn't see you in the room and he was starting to get angry!” - “Sorry… I wanted to show her the greenhouse and-” - “The greenhouse? At this time?” the blonde exclaims, very annoyed. - “It's my fault, I'm sorry,” you are trying to say to calm him down. “Since you're here, I also wanted to thank you for earlier. I thought the dwarf was the Prince and I didn't know how to react.”

The blonde eventually calms down and looks at his brother questioningly. He smiles at him, a smile you find silly but you won't say it. The dark-haired dwarf was about to speak when a female voice echoed in the corridor.

- “You!” your friend said, walking towards you quickly. “I've been looking for you for an hour! Even more than an hour! We had arranged to meet in front of the hall doors! What are you doing here?”

Your friend arrives in front of you without even looking at the dwarves. She is furious. She takes a deep breath then regains her composure.

- “If these gentlemen annoy you, I- .. Aaaaaaah!”

You don’t understand what is happening to your friend. After turning to the two dwarfs, she jumped and now she looks shocked.

- “Prince Fíli, Prince Kíli. Please excuse me ! I-I-”

You see your friend turn as red as a ripe tomato and bow. You're not sure if you understand well, so you look the dark-haired in the eye. He smiles at you and winks at you.

- “P-Prince Kíli ?” you dare to ask him. - “Yes! At your service!,” he replies, bowing.

You then feel stupid. But, very stupid. Your cheeks take on the same color as your friend's. You take a few steps back, but the dwarf, who you now know as Kíli, grabs your arm.

- “Wait! Don't leave right now!” - “W-we have to go,” you stammer, taking your arm back. “Thank you for this evening. I wish you a pleasant night.”

After the last sentence, you bow and run away. Your friend follows you very closely. As you walk towards the exit, you come across Thorin, Erebor’s King. You and your friend bow to his passage and continue on your way.

Behind you, Kíli was ready to follow you but his uncle grabs his arm and holds it tight.

- “Kíli! We've been looking for you for hours! Where have you been?! There are several dwarrowdams from important realms who want to see you!”

While struggling, Kíli sees you going far away without being able to join you. He gets angry and yells at his uncle.

- “I don't care about dwarrowdams from other realms! I found the one I want but you stopped me from going to her! I don't even know her name!” - “The one you spent the evening with?” his brother asks. - “Yes! I want her and no one else!”

Kíli sees his brother smiling at him. His uncle finally lets go and looks at him seriously.

- “Calm down. Are you sure what you're saying?,” Thorin asks. “You barely know her.” - "I would have known her better if you hadn't held me back!" he exclaims, sulking. “She's kind. She has a magnificent voice. When she spoke, I could have listened to her for hours. And her eyes, Mahal, have you seen his eyes?” - “You spent the evening with her and you didn't even ask her name?” his brother mocked him.

Thorin himself laughs. Fíli approaches his brother to give him a embrace.

- “I’m sure we'll find her.” - “She's from the Iron Hills and I don't know when she's leaving!” He shouts, still angry. “What if she leaves tomorrow? Alright, I'm going to bed. End the evening without me!”

Kíli lets go of his brother's embrace and goes to his bedroom. He suspects you are already far away and it is useless to look for you for the moment.

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As for you, you escaped with your friend in the inn which lodges you the time of your stay in Erebor. The inn is located in Erebor, in the south. So you can easily go to Dale. For practical and economic reasons, you share the same room. Once inside your room, you change into sleeping clothes while chatting.

- “I can't believe you spent the evening with Prince Kíli!” - “If that can reassure you, I can't believe it either. And I can't believe I could have been so stupid! I’m so embarrassed! I hope I will never see him again!” - “Is that lie true?, your friend asks with a mischievous smile. - “S-sorry?” - “I never saw you stay a whole evening with a dwarf; other than for work. You like him, don't you?” - “Um, yes…,” you admit to your friend. “I had a very good evening. He is fun and kind. I really enjoyed chatting with him. And did you see his eyes?” - “You fell in love with the Prince?” your friend asks, smiling warmly. “And I believed you would be alone all your life.” - “No! I'm not in love! I just met him. I don't know anything about him. I-”

Your friend hasn't listened to you for a while. She is lying in her bed, with her blanket up to her ears. After sighing, you also go to bed; even if you know you aren’t ready to fall asleep.

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For three days after the ball, you continue to visit Dale and its plant shops. Other than the greenhouse you visited in Erebor, there are no shops or boutiques offering herbalist's products. So like the week before, you spend your days in Dale.

"One last shop and I'll come back to the inn," this is what you tell yourself when you walk into a bookstore. As you walked past, you spotted some interesting books through the window. After carefully choosing three books (yes because you can't bring a hundred with you) you pay for them at the counter. You then hear the doorbell ring without paying attention. You are picking up your books when a voice startles you.

- “I finally found you!”

You turn around suddenly and see Prince Kíli. He approaches you with a big smile. Embarrassed, you take a few steps back. The dwarf then stops and loses his smile.

- “Excuse me, I didn't mean to scare you,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I've been looking for you since the ball. Luckily, Fili met your friend in Erebor and she told us you were in Dale, otherwise I would still look for you in Erebor.” - “Why are you looking for me? If it's because I disrespected you at the ball, I apologize. I-”

The shop vendor cuts you off with a light cough. You remember then you are still in the shop and you are surely disturbing this old man.

- “Prince Kíli, let's go outside. Sir, thank you for your books and I wish you a pleasant end of the day.”

You nod at the man lightly. Leaving the shop, you grab the Prince's arm and lead him outside with you. A few steps outside and you turn to the dwarf. Letting go of his arm, you look him in the eye.

- “So I said. If I disrespected you, I-” - “No no no! Not at all!” he said panicked, shaking his hands. “I just wanted to see you again.” - “Is that all?” you ask him, wrinkling your eyes, intrigued. - “Ah um. Yes,” he stammers, looking away. “Oh I know! I know a human shop where we can eat very good pastries not far from here. Shall we?”

Caught off guard, you hesitate. But your love of good sweets and the glance the Prince gives you convinces you to follow him.

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The dwarf takes you to a boutique so large that several people are seated at tables. There are humans, dwarves and even elves drinking tea and eating cakes. You've heard of this kind of place before, but there are none in the Iron Hills. You sit down at a table while the Prince sits across from you. Not knowing where to put your books, you put them on the floor.

- "Give me your books," he said. “They will be damaged on the ground. I’m putting them in my bag and I will return them to you later.” - “Alright but don't forget to give them back to me because I'm going home in two days,” you say, smiling.

A woman comes to take your order. As you don’t know the specialties from here, you let the Prince choose for you. Once the woman is gone, you dare not start the discussion. It's silly but now you know he's the Prince, you don't know how to talk to him. When you finally dare to look up at him, you find that he is staring at you.

- “Um. Prince Kíli, you-” - “Just Kíli. We must be the same age, right?” - “No no no! It's impossible!” - “Can I at least know your name? In case you decide to run away.”

Out of politeness, you refrain from bursting into laughter. The dwarf looks at you attentively and you smile at him.

- “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” - “Lady (Y/N) ... It's pretty.”

Of course, you can't help but blush when he says your name.

- “Did you go to all the herb shops in Dale?” he resumes. “I believe there are many.” - “Yes! I think I did them all! I also found several bookstores selling books on the subject!”

The Prince starts on your favorite topic and you can't stop talking about it. He listens to you carefully without cutting you off. A woman comes to bring you the desserts you ordered and a fresh tea for you and the dwarf. You then realize you have talked a lot.

- “I’m sorry, Prince Kíli, I talk too much. The subject mustn't interest you,” you say, looking down at your slice of strawberry pies. - “Of course it interests me! I really enjoy listening to you talk!”

His last sentence makes you swallow the wrong way. Thanks to the tea, you calm down and the Prince continues to speak as if nothing had happened.

- “I think you can talk about plants for hours. That and the cakes I imagine,” he jokes. - “Hey! You also seem to know a lot about cakes! The strawberry pie and the financier are very good!” - “I'm glad you like them. If you stayed here longer I could show you other places like this,” he said, winking at you. - “Unfortunately, my friend and I are leaving in two days. And even if I stayed longer, I'm sure the Prince of Erebor would have other obligations than showing me all the pastries in the area,” you laugh, winking at him. “Besides, do you have the right to be here? I mean, don't you have more important things to do?” - “I do what I want. I am the Prince,” he said proudly. - “Does your uncle have the same opinion?” you joke. - “As long as he doesn't know, I'll be fine!”

You and Kíli continue to chat for a long time. Night is falling slowly and he offers to take you back to your in. You kindly accept, especially since you don't know which way to go. Outside the inn, the dwarf seems to want to tell you something before leaving him. He asks you if you are free the next afternoon to spend it together. After accepting, he gives you a meeting point in Erebor; not far from the ballroom to avoid getting lost.

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The next day, the day promises to be beautiful and sunny. The Prince had warned you that you should walk about half an hour so you wear a light robe and put on walking shoes. In front of the ballroom, you have been waiting for a long time and still no trace of the Prince. You tell yourself his obligations may have lasted longer than expected and he will not be able to come. As you get up from the bench on which you were waiting, you see the two Princes walking towards you. You politely bow and wait for them to approach.

- “I’m sorry for being late, Lady (Y/N).” - “You don't have to apologize. I guess you have been held back by your responsibilities,” you say, smiling at him. - “Not at all,” the blond answers. “It took him an hour to prepare.” - “Shut up!” Kíli exclaims. “What are you still doing here anyway? Balin is waiting for you in the library.” - “I know I know. I wish you a good afternoon lady (Y/N),” Fíli said, bowing to you. “And a lot of courage to support my brother for so long!”

Fíli leaves in the direction of the library without giving Kíli time to reply. You don't laugh for long at his remark because Kíli quickly shows you the direction to take. The prince takes you out of Erebor first to lead into a forest. You follow him without asking for more details about the final destination. However, the two of you discuss a lot of things you have in common. You understand where Kíli wanted to take you when you get there. It is a small clearing in the middle of the forest. Peaceful, calm and full of diverse and varied plants. You run to the plants and analyze all those you have on hand without picking them up. Time passes before you realize that you have - again - forgotten the dwarf. Looking around you see him sitting on the ground. He looks at you and waves to you, smiling. You walk towards him and take a seat at his side.

- “I-I’m sorry, Prince Kíli…,” you stammer in embarrassment. “I was so absorbed I left you alone.” - “Don’t apologize! We are here for you to enjoy the clearing. Enjoy it!”

His eyes point to the plants in the middle of the clearing. His smile assures you he is telling you the truth. You get up and smile shyly at him before returning to the plants. After a long moment of analysis and observation, you return to him. You find that he's still sitting there looking at you. You hope he did something else that you were watching while you were with the plants; otherwise the situation may be very embarrassing. He gets up when you get close to him.

- “I don’t know how to thank you for showing me this place! I never imagined such plants growing so close to Erebor!” - “No need to thank me. Óin told me about this place and-”

Kíli stops speaking and then raises his eyes to the sky. You feel a cool wind despite the stifling heat at the end of the day. Smelling a few drops of rain, you can see why Kíli stopped talking. He takes your hand and asks you to follow him by hurrying. He knows a cave near this clearing and it will shelter you from the rain.

The more you walk, the more the rain increases. You can hardly see two meters in front of you. Kíli still holds your hand and you hold its firmly. The cave you arrive in is small and dry. It is perfect for sheltering you. The dwarf gives you his bag and asks you to wait for him. He leaves the cave without you having time to say anything.

He returns after a long time with woods in his hands. You are soaked and you are cold but you aren’t complaining. Kíli manages to light the wood. You give him his bag back and sit down by the fire. Kíli has barely spoken to you since he returned. He sits in front of you, behind the fire. A current of fresh air and your wet hair make you sneeze. You then try to drying your hair as much as possible.

- “I'm sorry,” you hear faintly behind the fire. “I imagine this is the worst outing in the forest you have ever done …” - “It's fine, Prince Kíli. I'm not going to blame you if it rains,” you smile. - “We're just the two of us in the cave. We can just call me Kíli, you know.” - “A-alright, Kíli …”

The dwarf finds his smile again and starts rummaging in his bag. He takes out a small and slightly damp package. He places it on the ground and opens it slowly. The two pieces of cake inside are a little damaged but still edible. You can't help but laugh and sit down next to the dwarf. As you eat the cakes, you resume the discussion you had before you found the clearing.

Time passes but the rain doesn’t calm. The fire is there but you are still cold. Another sneeze makes you shiver. Kíli's face loses its smile. You try to dry your damp hair again while continuing to chat. The dwarf listens to you but you notice he is looking at your hair. Shyly, he asks you if he can take care of your hair. You blush strongly. Other than your mother, no one has ever touched your hair. You seem to have lost your voice. You want to say no to him, but something is blocking your throat. Kíli doesn't give you more time to answer. He grabs a lock of your hair and smiles at you, embarrassed too.

- “I can try to braid you to keep you from catching a cold,” he said, placing himself behind you. - “You don't have to. I-”

The Prince begins to untangle your hair. You no longer dare to speak. You let him do it. Redder than a tomato, you are reassured he is behind you and he can’t see you.

- “Um, thank you for bringing me here. Even though it's raining, I'm so glad I spent my last day in Erebor seeing this clearing!” - “You really can't stay here any longer?” - “No ... I have to leave with my friend.” - “Why are you in such a hurry to get home?” he asks, sighing behind your back. - “I'm not in a hurry, but I have a job waiting for me at the Iron Hills.” - “Are there people waiting for you there?” - “People? Um, there is my family but they aren't especially waiting for me. I'm even rather happy not to live with my little brother anymore! He's unbearable!”

You laugh but you feel the dwarf behind you isn’t laughing. After a short silence, you hear him resume the conversation.

- “Do you have someone special waiting for you in the Iron Hills?” - “Someone special?” you repeat, trying to figure out what he means.

When you understand what he means, you blush and shyly answer "no". Kíli finishes your braid and sits next to you. It gently takes your hands as if they were porcelain. You see him bring them to his lips and kiss them lightly.

- “So stay here, (Y/N). I don't want you to go back. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were my One. Stay with me in Erebor.”

He stares you in the eye. His eyes, Mahal. His eyes pierce your heart. A part of you is about to explode with surprise, but above all with joy. But the other part tries to calm you down and remind you that you are an ordinary dwarrowdam. As soon as you return to the Iron Hills, your life will return to the usual. You leave his eyes and try to get your hands back. Despite your tight throat, you will manage to say a few words.

- “Prince Kíli, you've only known me for a few days,” you tell while he's still holding your hands. “You must be mistaken.” - “There is no mistake. I’m sure of what I’ve told you. Please look at me. I also wanted to ask you if I can court you.”

You slowly raise your eyes to the Prince. You think you see him confident, but he looks rather embarrassed and shy. You don't know what to say to him. Well. The answer is obvious, but you hesitate. As you were about to speak to him, some voices from outside approach the cave. The rain lets you discover the identity of the people only after they enter the cave. Your friend runs up to you while Fíli goes to her brother. Both soaked to the skin, they look very angry. Your friend yells at you and Fíli does the same on her brother. Both worried about not hearing from you, they came straight to get you. Luckily, Fíli knew where to find you.

During the reprimands’ time, the rain stopped. Your friend takes your hand and pulls it towards the exit. You both bow to say goodbye to the Princes and walk out. Along the way, your friend explains to you she was very worried you didn’t come back so she went to see Prince Fili, which was no easy task, and he accompanied her here. You apologize by explaining you wanted to wait until it stops raining to leave. For your friend, it is Kíli’s fault. He should never have taken you here. Once at the in, you get your belongings ready for departure the next day.

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When the Princes arrive in Erebor, Fíli takes his brother directly to his room. He orders him to sit in a chair and Kíli does.

- “What happened to you taking her there on your own?! Fortunately I came across Óin!” - “I know how to defend myself! Nothing would have happened to us!” - “If a dozen orcs had attacked you, there was nothing you could have done! I remind you, like me, you’re an heir of Erebor. You can’t put yourself in danger like this! And even less a dwarrowdam! How would her family react when they heard something happened to her while she was with the Prince of Erebor?” - “We risked nothing, Fíli! Calm down! We're not hurt. We weren't even attacked!”

Fíli finally calmed down. After a long sigh, he asks him how his afternoon went.

- “It was great. We talked about anything and everything. She is perfect. And her hair, Mahal …” - “What with her hair? What-” - "I made a braid for her so that she wouldn't catch a cold with her wet hair," he told him, smiling. - "It takes more than wet hair for a dwarrowdam to catch a cold, Kíli," he sighs. - “And… I asked her if I could court her but she didn't answer. I couldn't say anything since we were suddenly interrupted!” - “Maybe she doesn't feel anything for you, brother.” - “You could support me a minimum …” - “KÍLI!” a voice they know very well yells. “Where have you been again?”

Walking decisively, they see their uncle walking towards them in a very bad mood.

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The next morning, the luggage is ready and so are you. Deep down, you were hoping Kíli would come to see you one last time, but he didn't. "Maybe it's better this way," you think. You look at Erebor one last time before taking the way back.

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>>> PART 2

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First Impressions - Kíli

You’ve been blessed from a young age with wiseness and grace, your mother told you once. As a girl, you rarely questioned your place in the world, what it meant to be among the fairer sex. It was astonishing, your father chuckled fondly on the day you celebrated your maturity, that you accepted who you were, who you are, without doubt. 

Never once have you felt less-than or insecure or worried that you aren’t desirable as most maids do in their blushing years. You are! At least to yourself which is important since you spend the majority of your days with yourself. You need to be fun, fresh company. Keep yourself amused. 

You like what the mirror shows you fine enough; perhaps you aren’t as precisely groomed as the other maids who flock the court, but you don’t give much of a bother for all that. Unlike them, you have work that needs doing. Good, hard work that gives you purpose. 

Your mother admires your craft and your father’s proud of it and races from all over praise your wears. Rarely will you leave the market with anything left. You are happy, fulfilled, and you couldn’t ask for more. 

Except that More comes barreling in and throws itself over the display you’ve just finished setting - an assortment of jewelry you finished the week before - and rolls beneath the table to hide under the curtain of cloth you draped over it. 

The marketplace is empty aside from those readying their commodities for sale, busy with their backs turned, so no one seems to have noticed anything happen in your little corner.

                “Uhm…?”

                “Shh!” It’s more desperate than harsh when it reaches your ears, muffled as it is.

                “I—”

                “Please, m’lady, I will offer whatever you wish simply to pretend I don’t exist.”

As you’re about to open your mouth to reply, two rough-looking dwarves charge into the center of the marketplace, chests heaving and faces so red, you’re sure a volcano is about to erupt out their ears.

                “Very well. Never saw you.” You decide to play along, straightening your skirts and trying to look as casual as you do on most mornings. Which, you realize, is rather difficult when you’re suddenly forced to pay attention to what casual looks like on you.

The two dwarves prowl around the space, going from stand to kiosk to pen, grunting like boars and snarling questions. A lady of Men strikes one with a ladle she was using to thin her ointment - heating in a cauldron over an open flame - when he grabs her because she refuses to acknowledge him. 

You can’t help but snort when the dwarf yowls like a cat that’s tail is stepped on. It certainly doesn’t help the menacing aura he’s trying to project.

Across from your table, to the right of the gates, you glimpse Bofur at his kiosk, hanging trinkets and toys. When the two surly dwarves make their way over to him, you see Bofur answer their interrogation with a cheeky smile and a lot of pipe-waving. Your eyes narrow when you notice that he looks entirely too at ease. As if he’s done this countless times before.

               “So, who are you exactly?” You ask while the dwarves have their backs turned.

               “No one of import.” Comes the reply, tight through a clamped jaw.

               “Hm. Well, you should tell that to the two sons of swine looking for you. Seems like you’re quite important to them.”

               “Must you ask questions now?”

               “Will you stick around long enough to answer them later?”

               “I – ”

The dwarves turn around, panning the marketplace with beady eyes as if they suddenly developed the ability to spot your intruder through walls.

               “They’re coming this way so do try to answer quickly.”

               “Yes yes, fine, I’ll answer whatever you ask just please don’t say anything!”

Just as his voice silences abruptly, the dwarves approach you, scowling. Perhaps, had your eyes not settled on the rather impressive bump forming on one of their heads, you’d be a little nervous. As it is, you are trying to bite back a grin.

               “Where is ‘e?” One barks, stalking along the length of your table.

               “Who?”

               “The idiot who went through ‘ere, we know someone saw ‘im.”

               “Aye, perhaps, but that someone wasn’t me, I’m afraid.”

They’re obviously losing patience since the one closest to you grabs you by your collar and hauls you forward until your noses are scrunched together uncomfortably. Oh no, that won’t do at all. Before he can say whatever intimidating thing he’s about to, he finds himself with the edge of your dagger on his throat.

               “I humbly suggest you release me, sir, for I’m expecting a rather good crowd today. Something that will undoubtedly be hindered by your rotten carcass on the ground at my feet …”

You can feel the rise and dip of his throat against your blade as he considers your threat. Seeing no lie in your expression, he slowly loosens his fists and helps tip you back so you’re upright, brushing out the wrinkles in the fabric at your shoulders.

               “Thank you.” You say, as politely as you can, “Now, please get your foulness away from my table.”

He nods to his friend and they march away, disturbed but undeterred, to their next victim. You watch, mirth twinkling in your eyes, as they get their arses bellowed back through the gates moments after they reach Bombur and his assortment of cheeses, both dwarves failing to pull the same stunt on Bombur as they did with you. 

One of the buffoons drops a plate of Bombur’s best in the scuffle. It’s a miracle they make it to freedom after such a grievous crime.

                “You can come out now.” You tell the table, crossing your arms under, lips puckered in dry intrigue. Whoever this fellow is, it’s clear he drags trouble behind him like a cape and you don’t have the time or patience to deal with that, thank you very much.

A groan accompanies the shuffle of a body against the ground as the stranger pulls himself out from under the table rather clumsily. You don’t know why but you imagined he be more feline in his movements, given that he’s someone who probably has to tuck himself into tighter spaces to avoid being pummeled. 

              “Are you a criminal?” You ask, direct. No sense in beating around the bush, is there?

              “Uh. No?” He says once he’s found his feet, dusting off dirt and stuck pebbles from his bottoms. 

You raise an unconvinced brow. “You aren’t sure?”  

              “No.” He repeats more firmly. 

He’s. Quite handsome, if you’re being honest, with strong, dark features and fairly fine clothes. His eyes are soft and warm, crinkled at the corners as if permanently smiling; below them sits a long, straight nose that bulbs at the tip and flares into round nostrils. Generous lips are spread in a cheeky, boyish grin that you find your mouth responding to, the excited energy he’s emitting contagious like a child’s when they’ve found something neat to bring home. 

If you weren’t so suspicious of this dwarf – and if he hadn’t just been cowering under your table – you’d assume he was from the court. As it is, though, you’re pretty certain he stole his garb from some unsuspecting nobleman whose now shivering in the palace halls in nothing but his drawers, and he’s nothing but an overgrown dwarfling with the sensibility of a turnip. 

              “You’re awfully pretty,” He says, voice cutely dopey, slicing through your examination of him with his own of you. 

              “You’re awfully forward.” You reply, rearing back onto the heels of your boots but not moving away entirely. 

              “Kíli, lad!” You hear Bofur call from across the market and doesn’t that just crack through your mind like a whip? “All right?” 

              “Fine, Bofur!” The cowardly-criminal-stranger, Kíli – who you know very well is the second heir to the throne, Prince of Durinsfolk, not a clothes-snatching jackanapes! Because there aren’t any other bloody Kílis are there!? Oh dear... – answers blithely, tipping his head in Bofur’s direction while keeping his gaze with yours. 

His grin practically splits his face in two now that he’s been revealed and sees you visibly trying to remain unaffected by this information. 

              “Uhm  – ” Since, really, what else can you possibly say? 

              “I would—that is ...” Kíli sucks his lip between his teeth and chews for a second before finding his courage to ask you whatever it is he wishes to ask. You’re still flustered, hopefully only on the inside, and can’t help but want him to hurry up so you can take a moment to yourself to wrap your head around the bizarreness of this morning. “It would be my honor to invite you to a meal? With me? As thanks,” He makes a few mad gestures that you figure are the result of nerves, “for ... for helping me?”

His nervousness puts to rest your own unease and suddenly you feel light, unburdened by the strangeness of the situation. Kíli is looking at you expectantly, brows ticked up in the middle with worry, as if he’s already prepared for rejection but can’t help but to hope. 

              “I’d be honored, Master Kíli.” You say though you let a little humor drip into your tone. “Perhaps this afternoon, if you’re so inclined?”

Remarkably, Kíli’s whole being brightens further to rival The Lamps and you fall into the warmth of it with glee. 

              “I reckon we could head to the brook? The—”

              “The one at the base of the East Slope?” You nod, knowing it. 

He only gets brighter. 

The bell clangs above, signaling the market’s opening to the public. Kíli whips his head around, glancing over either shoulder to see the crowd plowing through the gates eagerly. 

              “I’ll go.” He chuckles. “But I’ll come back for you! This afternoon!”

You shake your head, already fond of the bugger, “I can hardly wait.”

With a wink and a shallow bow, Kíli sweeps away, disappearing into the crowd and leaving you to smile at the empty air where he stood moments ago. 

As far as first impressions go, that was definitely the most interesting one you’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving! 

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[shiinata-library]

The ponies race

Relationships: Kíli x You (Modern girl in Middle Earth)

Content: Fluff, idiot in love

Summary: Coming from another world, you think riding ponies is as easy as driving a car. You provoke Kíli in a pony race but it doesn't go exactly as planned and you fall into the water.

On AO3: here    -    French version: here

Note: English isn’t my native language, so I’m sorry for the mistakes!

Finally safe! At Beorn, you know you are safe for days. How do you know? Because you know the story of The Hobbit since the world where you come from, it is a book and movies. You are reassured you have finally arrived at the calmest moment before you find yourself in an Elven prison, against an insane King and then in a bloody battle.

You don't know how you ended up in Middle-earth, but you didn't start with The Shire. Oh no. You woke up in the middle of nothing. In the middle of the mountains. And it was freezing! Before night fell, you made a fire to warm you up. You didn't expect a group of thirteen dwarves and a hobbit to join you.

You found it hard to believe that Thorin's company was in front of you, but you ended up accepting it; especially when you heard Thorin's tone, Fíli and Kíli's laughter or saw Dwalin's axe. Not wanting to leave you alone in the middle of nothing, they stayed camping with you that evening.

In the evening, they explained to you where you were. The Misty Mountains. You almost wanted to go to Rivendell, but you didn't want to leave the company. After a night of negotiating with Thorin, he finally agreed you stay with them; on condition that you will stay in the next human city they will pass through. You accepted, but of course you will follow them to Erebor.

Anyway. After dropping by Goblin-town, seeing Azog with your own eyes, falling off a cliff, traveling on eagles, here you are at Beorn. And you are in no hurry to leave.

Now that the presentations with Beorn are over, everyone goes about their business. Not knowing what to do, you go to see the animals behind Beorn's house. You see Fíli walking towards you, smiling.

- “What are you doing here?” he begins. “Don't you have the same animals in your world?”

Yes, because you ended up telling them that you came from a different world. In truth, it was Gandalf’s fault. He let the cat out of the bag after you told him everything. Some believe you and some don't. Fíli and his brother seem to believe you.

- “They're the same. Except for the bees… They're not that big where I come from,” you laugh. “But at least, they scare me less.” - “Don't worry, only here are they that size!”

You laugh together and then you see Kíli in the distance. He is talking to Balin. You have no problem speaking with the members of the company except with Kíli. In your world, you were what is called an introvert. And Kíli is just the opposite. You never know how to answer him when he talks to you or how to react when he plays a joke on you. And you can’t help yourself to always blushing when he speaks directly to you. However, you very much enjoy being by his side or listening to him speak. He makes you laugh and you tend to forget you are on one of the most dangerous quests in Middle-earth. And we are not going to lie to each other, you really have a crush on him.

During your journey, he has tried to talk to you several times, but you can never answer him with the same ease as with others. Even Thorin intimidates you less.

.....

For example, a few days after joining the company. The weather is cool but the sun is there. You have been in Thorin's company for just a few days, and you feel the two nephews are dying to learn more about you. As you walk alongside Bilbo, the two young nephews approach you. They suggest playing a game. Puzzled at first, Fíli explains the game is just about choosing between two proposals. Whoever answers the question can ask a new question. You end up accepting.

- “I begin!” Kíli said, happy to have fun on a cold and boring trip. “Um, between summer or winter, what would you choose?” - “Winter, no doubt,” you say reassured he asked such a simple question. “My turn. Mister Blibo! Do you prefer an apple pie or a strawberry charlotte?”

The hobbit takes a long time to respond. The exchange of questions lasts a while. Time seems to pass faster. You learn more and more about Fíli, Kíli and Bilbo. You are having fun until the two young dwarves start asking more and more personal questions.

- “Blond or dark-haired?” Fíli asks. - “Red-haired!” you answer, smiling to be able to dodge the question.

You hear Glóin chuckling in the distance but you don't say anything. No question comes to mind. You have learned everything you want to know, but most of all you would like to stop this game.

- “One last and we stop?” - “Fine but can I ask it then?” Kíli intervenes. - “Yes, if you want…” you sigh while looking at Fíli like ‘Do something with your brother’. - “(Y/N), would you prefer to be in front of an orcs or in front of a ghost?”

His question makes you shiver. You forgot in Middle-earth there are creatures that don’t exist in your world. Ghosts among others. Luckily you didn't find yourself in front of the trolls! You didn't realize you stopped right after his question. So when a hand touched your shoulder, you jumped up and let out a little cry. You see the two idiots laughing and look to your right. Balin looks at you questioningly and worriedly.

- “Are you all right, lady (Y/N)?” - “Y-yes. It's just where I'm from, there aren't all these creatures ... Anyway, to answer your question Kíli, I'd rather be in front of an orcs …” - "I wouldn't wish it too much if I were you," Thorin said coldly without looking at you. - “I don't want to but I think it will eventually happen one day or another …”

You move forward on your own to think alone. When night falls and the camp is set up, you help Bombur distribute the food bowls to everyone. Sitting near the fire, you are quickly joined by the two clingy dwarves of the day. Kíli hands you his apple which was supposed to be his dessert.

- “Here, this is to apologize for my uncle's remark.” - “He was right,” you say, continuing to eat without looking at him. - “If you don't want his apple, I'll take it!” Fíli said, snatching the apple from her brother's hands. - “Give it back to me!” he yells, startling you. “But don’t worry. Whether it's an orcs, a ghost, or whatever, we'll protect you!”

Kíli smiles at you with a big smile that makes your cheeks blush. He then stands up abruptly to try to get back his apple.

.....

Another example. One morning just after the eagles dropped you off at the Carrock, you slept under the stars. The summer night was pleasant and good for the whole company. The goblins and then Azog’s pursuit injured and exhausted everyone. So that morning you have a hard time getting up. You feel warm, calm and comfortably lying down. You have trouble opening your eyes, even when you hear a voice.

- “(Y/N), please wake up.” - “Hmm, five more minutes…,” you say, thinking you're in bed.

You hide your head in front of you in what you thought was your blanket. You stay like that for a few minutes until the odour you smell isn’t from your bed cover but from someone else. When a hand starts to gently shake your shoulder, you realize you aren’t in your bed and your head isn’t in a blanket but in Kíli's jacket. You literally buried your face against his chest. You clear your throat lightly before lifting your head. Of course, you come face to face with Kíli's face as red as yours.

- “K-Kíli! I-I’m so sorry! How did I get here”?!”

Still being half-asleep, you look around and conclude you must have moved so much during the night that you found yourself glued to him.

- “I hope I was a comfortable cushion!” he says with his usual smile which makes you mute.

You then get up quickly, apologize and go get your things ready for departure. It took you a whole day to dare to talk to him again ...

.....

So when Kíli approaches you and Fíli, you keep your smile but don't dare look him in the eye. Fíli calls him away and tells him to come closer.

- “What are you two doing here?” Kíli asks as he is in front of you two. - “(Y/N) was stealing eggs,” Fíli said, already laughing at his joke. “I told her to stop or Beorn would eat us for dinner.” - “Hey that's not true!” you say, slapping Fíli on the shoulder. - “What were you doing then?” Kíli asks again, standing next to you to see where you were looking. - “Um, I was looking at the ponies. I thought it had to be like cars but slower and more fun.” - “Cars?” Kíli asks. - “Oh, how can I explain it? These are machines that move very quickly. We use them to move around.” - “Have you ever ridden a pony in your world?” Fíli wonders. - “No. In my world, hardly anyone rides a horse. I wonder how fast it's going…,” you think about it, not paying attention to Fíli opening the pony pen. - “Do you want to try?” Kíli asks. “It's not hard. Even Bilbo did it!” - “I don’t know…,” you hesitate. “I don't think Beorn agrees.” - “Come on,” Fíli says, already releasing two ponies. “He won't say anything if he doesn't know we took it.” - “Oh I see! Alright, let's go!”

So you follow Fíli with the ponies. You look behind you for Kíli. He watches you go and you don't understand why he isn't following you. You stop and wave for him to come. He runs toward you with his usual smile.

- “You don't want to come with us? Don't you like ponies?” you ask, resuming the walk towards Fíli. - “Yes, I like them. It's just I thought you'd rather be one-on-one with my brother!”

These are the kinds of jokes you don’t know how to answer. You remain silent for a while before you find your answer.

- “It’s more fun if the three of us are together, right? Are you afraid that I'm better than you?” you joke, finally looking him in the eye. - “Better than me? I can't wait to see this! Fíli! Leave me a pony!”

You can't help but laugh when Kíli starts running towards his brother. You were sure he would take the bait! You are happy he's here to take your mind off things. You join the two brothers and look around you. No sign of Beorn or other dwarves. It seems they used to do stupid things.

Fíli helps you get on the pony. It's not very hard to find the balance. The dark-haired shows you how to hold onto the pony and the blond shows you how to hold the reins and give orders. The ponies seem to let themselves be led. Your pony quickly trots around. It’s nice but it’s not going fast enough. You ask Fíli how to go faster. He hesitates and then finally explains how, but advises you to stay at your current pace.

Fíli lets you take several short tours. When you feel the pony mastering, you are looking at Kíli in the distance.

- “Kíli! First to the river?”

You see him smile and nod. Fíli doesn't have time to intervene as you set off at a gallop. You go fast, very fast. Kíli catches up to you and winks at you before walking past you. You don't want to lose. You hate to lose! You launch your pony at full speed. Except that. Fíli explained to you how to accelerate but not to stop a galloping pony heading towards a river. You don't know what to do and start to panic a little. You pass Kíli. You look behind you and he understands that something is wrong. You shout at him that you don't know how to stop the pony. He then rushes towards you but he doesn't have time to arrive as the pony stops on its own. With the sudden stop, you passed over the pony and ended up in the river.

More scared than hurt. You don't look injured. The water that has entered your nose makes you cough. You see Kíli running towards you. You don't have time to tell him you're fine he jumps into the river to catch you. He pulls you out of the water. He carries you and makes you sit against a tree.

You catch your breath and Kíli watches you intently, looking to see if you are injured.

- “I won!” you say, laughing and coughing. “It has nothing to do with the car but it was fun!”

Kíli looks at you worried for a moment and then bursts out laughing. You smile at him, showing him you are fine. He ends up sighing and sitting down next to you. He too leans against the tree, you don’t see him but you hear him.

- “You gave me such a fright! You’re not allowed to ride ponies until further notice!” - “You? Not allowed? On the other hand if your uncle finds out, we're dead.” - "Beorn isn't going to be happy either," he laughed. “I hope he won’t eat us for dinner!” - “I hope not !” you laugh. “Well, we'll have to find Fíli. He must be waiting for us.”

You want to get up, but Kíli's hand stops you. As he puts his hand on yours, on the grass, you can guess he wants you to stay.

- “K-Kíli…,” you start, embarrassed. “We’ll catch a cold by staying here, soaked as we are.” - “We can stay here a few minutes, right?”

You stay motionless for a long time. You aren’t cold since Kíli's hand on yours makes you blush so much that you are almost too hot. On the other hand, the small fresh wind announcing the night makes you sneeze. By reflex, you touch your hair, still very wet. You didn't even think about drying them out. You then feel Kíli moving next to you. He takes his hand back before speaking to you.

- “Turn around, I'll tie your hair up.”

You do what he asks you to. If this situation were to happen in your world, you would have no problem. But here in Middle-earth. A dwarf doing your hair ... You are already blushing but you dare to ask him something.

- “A-are you going to make me a braid?” - “Yes, why? Don't you like braids?” - “N-no, it’s fine.”

You let him continue. You don't dare to move. He must believe you don’t know that a dwarf only touches a person's hair if they are very close to them. And in addition a braid ... As much to ask you in engagement directly ... You feel like he's almost done with the braid, but you don't hold on any longer.

- “Um, Kíli… I might be from another world but, um… I know what it means for a dwarf to braid someone's hair.”

You then feel Kíli stop. He doesn't seem to move anymore so you turn to him. He quickly meets your gaze before looking away and putting his arm in front of his face. For once, the roles seem to be reversed. Kíli seems totally unsettled.

- “K-Kíli …” - “Excuse me. I didn't know you knew about …” - “Whether I know or not doesn’t change anything, right? Kíli, do you-” - "I should take that braid off you after all," he cuts you off, approaching his hands to your head. - “No!” you say louder than you thought, stepping back a little. “Sorry. It’s that ... I …”

You are embarrassed to have spoken so loudly. You pull back a little further for fear Kíli will take your braid off.

- “Unless… Ah I get it. It was just a joke to make others laugh,” you say sadly.

You bow your head, hurt that you thought he might care about you. You begin to undo the braid as Kíli quickly approaches you.

- “(Y/N), It-it wasn’t a joke! It's just I didn't know you knew the meaning for ... Anyway, I know you prefer my brother. You seem to have fun with him when you’re chatting with him. So …” - “Fíli? What do you mean ‘I prefer your brother’?” - “Drop it…”

Kíli starts to stand up, but you catch him first. With a sulky face, Kíli avoids your gaze. His behavior is starting to annoy you. He looks like he has something against you but you won't understand what.

- “What is happening to you? If there is a problem, tell me!” - “A problem?” he starts, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes I have one! Why are you avoiding me? Why are you talking to everyone when you don't even look at me?”

You freeze for a moment before you understand what he just told you. Your cheeks turn red. That's not really what you wanted to talk about with him.

- “I-I am not avoiding you,” you stammer, turning to the ponies. - “Is that so? And right now?” he said, holding your shoulders to rotate you towards him. “Aren't you avoiding me now?”

You dare not say anything. Kíli is very close to you and you feel more and more embarrassed. He ends up letting go and laughing.

- “It's because I'm too good-looking, isn't it?” he jokes, resuming his usual confidence. “You fell under my spell and you don't know how to tell me!”

You know he says that as a joke. But what he says is true and your heart is racing more and more. Not to mention your cheeks are redder than ever. He reaches out to grab your unfinished braid. You see him take the braid and bring it closer to him. He winks at you while he kisses on the end of it. Your throat is drying up. Your heart will let go. He is not allowed to play with you like this.

- “Just kidding (Y/N)! You-” - “You're right ...,” you sigh. “But that's no excuse to act like this ... I-” - “W-what? Right about what?” he said surprised, letting go of your braid.

You hesitate for a moment before answering him. But someone is getting ahead of you and speaking before you.

- “Well! We're not going to spend the night there. The ponies are getting impatient,” a voice said beside the ponies. “Right about what (Y/N)?” - “F-Fíli?! Have you been there for a long time?” you stammer as you walk towards him.

You finally thought you were saved from this interminable discussion with Kíli but he grabs your arm. You see the blond smiling mischievously in the distance. He must have been there for a long time ...

- “Stay there (Y/N). We're not done talking.” - “You said that while you wanted to leave just now!” you shout, turning to the dark-haired, arms crossed over your chest. “Well yes, you are right! I-I am not comfortable being with you because I don't know how to talk to you! I'm always afraid to say something wrong!” - “W-wait. You mean you really fell under my spell?” - “Aaaaalrigh. What a couple of idiots…,” Fíli sighs. “Come on, kiss and let’s go to Beorn's house. Thorin will kill me if we stay here any longer with his ponies.” - “Fíli!!!” you shout at the same time as Kíli. - Alright alright. I'm leaving on my own. But I take the ponies. You will manage to return on foot!”

You let Fíli go with the two animals. You sigh for a long time before looking at Kíli. Your calm has finally returned and you can talk to each other without shouting.

- “Well, it's not because I have feelings for you that you should take advantage of it! Kíli, are you listening to me? And that doesn't change the fact that I'm accompanying you to Erebor.” - “You're kidding!” he exclaims with a big smile. “It changes everything!”

Without waiting any longer, he pulls your arm to hug you. You let him do it and you even hug him back with your head in his neck.

- “It changes everything, amrâlimê! [my love]”

When Kíli whispers these words in your ear while hugging you tightly, you find it hard to believe. You know what that word means but hearing it in real life makes you shiver. He then suddenly pulls back to look you in the eye. Without warning you, he slides one of his hands at the back of your neck to pull you towards him and kisses you. You are shocked he is going so fast.

- “K-Kíli, wait !” you say with difficulty, ending the kiss. - “No!” he said before kissing you again. - “We have known each other for a short time. I thought dwarves were going slower for these things…” you say while cutting him off again. - “Well, not me!”

Kíli draws your lips to his again, but this time you respond to his kiss. Then, you feel Kíli reluctantly break the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours.

- “If you know the meaning of hair for dwarves, you must also know the principle of the One, right?”

Your heart speeds up and your cheeks flush immediately. You give him a slight "Hmm" of approval.

- “Red as you are, I was sure you had understood,” he laughs at you.

Kíli gently kisses you again until you hear a scream in the distance.

- “Kíli! (Y/N)! Come back immediately!”

Thorin is yelling from Beorn's house and you better hurry! Kíli ends the kiss and you can't help but laugh. He is smiling at you, his eyes sparkling with joy. He takes your hand and pulls him so that you follow him in the direction of Beorn's house.

- “Hurry up! Thorin will be happy to welcome you to the family!” - “W-what?!”

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Plants and cakes [2/2]

_/~\_ PART 1 _/~\_

Relationships: Kíli x You (Fem!Dwarf)

Content: Fluff, idiot in love

Summary: You meet Kíli at a ball organized for the Erebor’s Princes but you don't know what they look like since you come from the Iron Hills and originally you came just to taste the Erebor’s wine and cakes. You spend the evening with him and he doesn't want to let you go.

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Summer is coming to an end. The weather is getting colder. Two weeks have passed since you returned to the Iron Hills. You have resumed your work and your daily habits. Your stay has made you accumulate a mountain of work but you rest on weekends with your friend. The ball and the forest outing with the Prince of Erebor seem so far away. Like a story you have been told.

One evening when you come home from work, you realize you have received a letter. You receive not many letters so you rush to open it. To your surprise, the letter comes from Prince Kíli. He apologizes for not being able to say goodbye to you when you left. He explains that he had to deal with an emergency with an orcs attack. He then suggests you correspond regularly by letter to know more about you. You think of this for several days before answering him. You are dying to correspond with him and learn more about him, but you wonder if this is a good idea. After talking to your friend about it, she confirms it’s a good idea. "What is wrong with exchanging letters?” she says, smiling at you.

Regular exchanges of letters begin. You quickly learn more about him. He tells you some events of his princely days or some anecdotes of Erebor's reconquest. His letters are always astonishing and interesting. On the other hand, your simple and monotonous days as a herbalist should certainly not interest him. From time to time, you tell him about some events in the Iron Hills or what you have heard from other areas around.

Months pass and Kíli doesn't seem to be bored of writing to you. And that's good for you because every time you send a letter, you can't wait to receive his response.

One day, you receive a letter worrying you more than usual. Kíli lets you know he won't be able to send you letters for a long time without telling you why. You wonder if he is telling the truth or if this is a polite way of telling you he will stop writing to you. You still write to him you understand and you will be patient as long as it takes.

Two months pass without any letter and one afternoon which promised to be calm, a guard comes to pick you up in your workshop. He explains to you that Dáin, the Lord of the Iron Hills, is calling you. In truth, it requires the presence of several herbalists and healers from the region. Arriving in front of him, you notice five other dwarves are already near him. You have already worked with them in various events before, especially when the wounded from the Erebor recapture returned to the Iron Hills. Dáin smiles at you when you arrive and you do the same. Although this is your lord, you have spent time with him before and you are comfortable with him. When everyone is seated, he explains to you Princess Dís is sick for several weeks and Erebor's healers can’t find a solution. King Thorin asked Dáin for help in sending him his best healers.

Departure for Erebor is scheduled the next day. The evening of your meeting with Dáin you let your friend know about it. She smiles at you mischievously and tells you this is a good opportunity to spend time with Prince Kíli. You tell her you probably won't have time to see him. But at least you hope to see it.

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In Erebor, you and your colleagues barely have time to drop your luggage into your rooms as King Thorin calls you to his office. He tells you Erebor’s healers have tried everything, but they can’t improve his sister’s condition. You see he is very in pain. He asks for your help without putting pressure on you. He tells you another team of Blue Mountain healers should be arriving in a month or two, just in case. He then explains the condition of the Princess. The meeting lasts for a long time and before you leave you notice Thorin staring at you. Your colleagues leave the room and you slowly approach the King.

- “Um, I noticed you are staring at me, your Majesty. Is there a problem?” - “No, please excuse me. Your face looks familiar but I can't remember.” - “Oh I see,” you say with a sigh of relief. “We ran into each other at the ball, when you were looking for Prince Kíli.” - “Is that you (Y/N)?” he said, surprised. - “Y-yes,” you answer with a jump following his rise in tone. - “Well, nice to meet you,” he said, smiling at you. “Kíli has told us a lot about you. But he's not in Erebor right now. He has been away with his brother for several weeks. A problem with orcs. By the way, he must be in the Iron Hills by now.” - “I-I didn't come here for him,” you stammer. “The reason I'm here is to find a way to heal your sister. And please trust me, we'll do everything we can to make it happen.”

You bow and walk out of the room so the King doesn't have time to answer you. Once outside, you think whatever Thorin says to you and your cheeks can't help but blush. "What could Kíli say to his uncle so that he remembers me?” you ask yourself. You try to calm down on the way to join your coworkers.

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A week passes and Dís' health improves. She can't get out of bed yet, but she regains consciousness. You and your colleagues take turns monitoring her health. Being the only woman of the healing group, only you are allowed to stay with her all night. You have gotten into the habit of sleeping in an armchair next to her bed and going back to your room in the morning. In the evening, you and the Princess chat until she falls asleep. She is very nice but has a stronger personality than you might imagine. You and your coworkers are having a hard time keeping her in bed.

One night when you sleep in the armchair next to Dís bed, the sound of a voice gently wakes you up. Thorin is next to his sister and speaks softly to her in her sleep. You get up slowly from the armchair.

- “I'll leave you alone with your sister.” - “You should sleep in your bed. The armchair isn’t made for that.” - “I prefer to stay at her bedside just in case.” - “What is her condition?” he asks, finally looking at you. - “She is much better. She eats and sleeps less and less. She has regained such strength that we have a hard time keeping her in bed …”

You sigh until you realize you are talking to the King. Your fatigue gives way to embarrassment.

- “P-please excuse me, your Majesty!” - "It's fine," he laughed. - “Um, your sister is on the right track. According to my colleagues, she will be able to leave her bed in a week.” - “I see. I don't know how to thank you.” - “In truth, it is a team effort. And we were able to quickly use rare plants which grew in your greenhouse.”

Both alone in his sister's room, the King impresses you less than during your previous encounters. He just looks like a dwarf worried about his sister. You bow, wishing him good night and advising him to rest too. You leave the room to reach your room and sleep properly.

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Two more weeks pass and Dís is much better. You and your colleagues plan to stay another week before heading back to the Iron Hills. The princess is better, but you and your colleagues aren’t resting. Your days are long and tiring as you prepare as many potions as possible for the future days when you will no longer be in Erebor.

One evening, a colleague joins you in the room where you work to tell you that somes dwarves are celebrating a battle won against orcs and they invite the healers to thank them for healing the Princess. Despite your fatigue, you accept and follow your colleague to the tavern. You and your colleague are acclaimed as soon as you arrive. You laugh in front of all the dwarves in such good humor and already drunk. Your colleagues are already settled and you are joining them.

You have a good time laughing, drinking and eating some plates passing in front of you. The dwarves of Erebor seem to be having as much fun as those of the Iron Hills!

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The next day, you hardly wake up. Very hard. You already know this feeling: yesterday you drank too much and now you have to assume it. You are sure of it because firstly you have a headache. And second, you are not in your bed. It's not the first time you've been drinking and forgetting about your evening, but you usually wake up at home. You try to collect your memories ...

--[ Memory no.1 ]-----------------------------------

You are with your colleagues and some are praising your drinking ability from a few Erebor dwarves sitting next to you. This makes three young dwarves smile. They challenge you with enthusiasm. The loser will pay for all players. You don't know how many drinks you've had, but you're not the first to lose! You finish your drink against the last dwarf remaining in the competition. You feel like you've had too much to drink, but your pride keeps you from quitting. The last dwarf against you gives up and you win!

--[ Back to reality ]-----------------------------------

"Phew, at least I don't have a bill waiting for me at the tavern ..." you think. You are still thinking about how you came to find yourself here. You look around and there is no one else but you, "Did I come to the wrong room?"

--[ Memory no.2 ]-----------------------------------

After your victory, you suddenly stand up and shout victory! Your colleagues congratulate you and the friends of losing dwarves laugh at them. The end of the challenge causes a new general euphoria. Because of your own euphoria you lose your balance. Even though everyone is seated, you can feel someone catching up to you. You keep laughing until you see the face of the dwarf holding you. Fíli. Prince Fíli holds you with both hands at your waist.

- “I won!” you say to him, smiling. - “Won what?” he asks, responding to your smile. - “Um… Ah yes. What did I win? Hey you-”

You turn to the dwarves you've been playing with, but they're all gone already.

- “Well, I didn't win anything. But at least I have nothing to pay!” you laugh. “Want a drink, Prince Fíli?” - “I'll take you back to your room instead.”

You were going to grumble when a colleague approves of what he says and lets you go with him.

--[ Back to reality ]-----------------------------------

- “Prince Fíli? Was he the one who led me home? Am I in his… room?”

The room you are in is particularly well decorated. Almost as much as Dís’. It is certain this is a royal chamber. That's it. You start to panic. Forgetting everything, you get up suddenly but your headache reminds you of your condition. The good thing is you still wear your clothes. All you need is your corset and shoes. You had to take them off to sleep better ...

--[ Memory no.3 ]-----------------------------------

You follow Prince Fíli outside the tavern. In the corridor, he asks you where your bedroom is. After having turned on yourself several times, you don’t recognize the premises.

- “Um, I've never been to the tavern. I don't know the way to my room from here …” - “Where do you usually go?” - “From the Princess Dís’ bedroom! There, I should be able to find my way back.” - “My mother's room?” he asks, surprised and perplexed. “Alright, follow me then.”

Along the way, the two of you chat. You explain to him why you are in Erebor and Fíli tells you he has just arrived from the Iron Hills.

In front of Dís' bedroom, Fíli lets you look around to find the direction to your room. With the alcohol you've drunk, you can't remember the way at all. You quickly turn on yourself again and once again it makes you lose your balance. Fíli, suspecting this in advance, catches you before he ends up on the ground.

When you understand what is going on, you are in Fíli’s arms; your head against his chest. You look up and find yourself face to face with the dwarf’s face. You froze for a few moments until you hear the door behind you open. Coming out of the room, the dwarf speaks directly to Fíli.

- “Fíli! Mother is doing much better! You should-”

When Kíli sees you, he loses his speech; especially since you are still in his brother's arms. You stare at him, unable to believe he's in front of you.

- (Y/N)? B-but what are you doing here?” he stammers in surprise. “Fíli! What do you-” - “Calm down, Kíli… This young lady has-” - “Kíli!!!”

You finally realized who was in front of you. Without further ado, you let go of Fíli to jump to his brother's neck. The truth is, you took a few steps and Kíli grabbed you. You don't remember what Fíli and Kíli said, but you remember the blond wishing you good night before entering his mother's room.

Kíli's gaze then returned to you. As for you, you didn't take your eyes off him as soon as he left the room. He smiles at you and laughs.

- “I didn’t know you were an affectionate drunk, (Y/N).” - “Affectionate? It's because I'm happy to see you!,” you say, smiling at him. - “I'm happy to see you too,” he said, stroking the top of your head. “I thought you had already gone home.” - “No! We are staying another week to monitor the condition of Princess Dís. Kíli, did you know she was very kind? She has a strong personality but she is kind!” - “Oh yes I know!” he laughs. “Alright, we're not going to stay around chatting here in your condition. It wasn’t a good idea to have an alcohol competition when I'm not there! I'll take you back to your room. Where is it?” - “Um, I don't know. I usually stay in the princess’s room …”

You let go of the dwarf to look around you. You still have no idea but you suggest moving forward to try to remember. Kíli follows you. After a long walk, you decide to give up. You sit on a bench.

- “I'm sick of it. I don't understand anything about these corridors! I'm giving up. I'm staying here!”

Kíli bursts out laughing when he sees you grumble. You look at him angry and his laughter starts again. You say nothing to him and look elsewhere.

- “Are you going to sleep here?” - “Yes! And, I'd better take off my corset to sleep.”

Without giving Kíli time to say anything, you take off your corset. The dwarf's laughter immediately stops.

- “(Y/N)! What are you doing!?”

You look up at Kíli's red face. He sighs at the sight of your questioning expression. After picking up your corset, he takes your hand and makes you stand up off from the bench.

- “Follow me. I know where you're going to be able to sleep.”

--[ Back to reality ]-----------------------------------

“Sleeping on a bench… A bench. Why did I say that?! I make a fool of myself every time I see Kíli …” you say with a sigh. "I guess I'm in his room. I don't know if it's better ... Well, I have to go before he comes back. Besides, if anyone sees me ... ".

You get up from bed to get dressed. Then, you quietly leave the room. In your bedroom, you take a bath to get you back in shape. You are the first to arrive in the room where you are working. You take the opportunity to prepare a small cocktail of plants to chase away your headache. As you prepare the drink, you think back to the day before and tell yourself something is missing. What happened between the moment when Kíli brought you to his room to the moment you fell asleep? Maybe nothing happened. You probably fell asleep as soon as you lay down in his bed. "In his bed ..." you repeat in your head. "How am I going to face him now? I must at least thank him for not letting me sleep in the corridor ... "

The day passes like the last days. You stay the day collecting plants and preparing potions. At the end of the afternoon, you will bring Dís her potions for the night. You knock on her bedroom door and Dís tells you to come in. Inside, Thorin is with her, seated around a small table.

- “Oh I didn't know you were there, your Majesty. I can come back later if you wish.” - “No, don't worry. I was going to leave,” he said, smiling at you. - “Very well,” you say, blushing at the sight of his smile.

Thorin leaves after wishing both of you good night. Dís asks you to approach so you sit down in Thorin's place. You give her the evening potions.

- “Princess Dís, these are your potions for tonight. I have good news. From tomorrow, you can leave your room.” - “Oh what good news! Finally!" - “But you should take it slow.” - “Slow? It’s not my strong suit, but I will try because you asked me to,” she smiles. - “And while I think about it, my colleagues and I are leaving in a week. We're almost done preparing the potions for the next few weeks. Master Óin will take care of your aftercare.” - “Kíli will be sad …” - “S-sorry?” you ask thinking you misheard. - “My son has just returned and you are already leaving. He has told me a lot about you and your letters.” - “Oh I see ...,” you articulate difficulty with your crimson face. “However, my letters aren’t interesting. He-”

The bedroom door opens loudly and cuts off your discussion. Dís and you jump then look in the direction of the noise. Fíli and Kíli walk towards you, talking and laughing. When they come near you two and they see you, they calm down.

- “Good evening, ladies!” the blond said. - “Ladies?” his mother laughs. “What's wrong with you?” - “Don't hide behind me Kíli!” his brother said to him, laughing. “Even (Y/N) is there.” - “Good evening,” he said timidly, hardly hiding his red face. - “Good evening,” you answer, not understanding Kíli's attitude. “I'll leave you with your mother.”

You bow and leave the room quickly. As you try to get some fresh air to think, you get lost. You seriously begin to hate the corridors of Erebor. Recognizing the door of Kíli's bedroom, you try to remember what may have happened to make him react this way when he saw you.

--[ Memory no.4 ]-----------------------------------

Kíli opens the door of his bedroom for you and you enter happily. He closes the door as you walk into the room, observing it.

- “It's so big! And very well decorated!”

You turn slowly to Kíli and smile at him. He walks up to you and leads you to a large bed. You sit down while he brings you a glass of water. As you empty it in one go, Kíli sits down next to you.

- “I think you've got the wrong room. It’s very lovely here, but it’s not my room.” - "It's normal, it's mine," he said proudly, pointing to himself. - “Oh I see. But why did we come here?” you ask so stupidly that Kíli can't help but laugh. - “You will sleep here and I will sleep with Fíli.” - “No!”

You approach him to take his jacket in your hands and pull it. His head is a few centimetre away from you, but you keep talking to him with a pouting expression.

- “No! You aren’t going to leave me here alone!” - “Mahal, if it were up to me, I would stay with you. But when you sober up tomorrow morning, I don't think you'll be happy to wake up in the same bed as me,” he smiles, stroking your head. - “I'm already not happy! You weren't there when I came to Erebor!” - “Really?” - “Yes! And the King told me you were at the Iron Hills. Were you trying to avoid me?” you ask more sad than angry. - “Not at all! I didn't think you would have gone to Erebor!” he explains, sliding his hand over your cheek. “I wanted to see you and-”

Kíli couldn't finish his sentence because you pulled on his jacket to put your lips on his.

--[ Back to reality ]-----------------------------------

After that, nothing more. You must have fallen asleep. Shame. On. Me. You must have found it hard to believe and accept what you did. Now, it seems normal to you that Kíli is trying to avoid you. It's getting worse…

While you are thinking, two young dwarves from yesterday come to talk to you. You were about to start talking to them when Kíli approaches you and takes you to a secluded corner.

- “Were they bothering you?” he asks, a little annoyed. - “No, they didn't bother me. These are the dwarves I drank with last night. They are quite kind.”

After that, you don't dare talk any further. You didn't think Kíli was the type to be embarrassed. His attitude makes you even more tense but you have to apologize for yesterday.

- “Um, excuse me for yesterday, Prince Kíli. My behavior was unacceptable. If you never want to see me again, I would understand.”

He approaches you and you step back. He leaves you no choice and takes your hands in his.

- “Kíli,” he said. “Just call me Kíli.” - “A-alright, Kíli.” - “Do you remember what happened yesterday? All of it?” - “Yes,” you answer as you see him smile. - “Did you really mean everything you said?”

You hesitate. Without alcohol, you lose your self-assurance. You can't tell him how you feel about him. It's been a while since you've realized your feelings for him, but he is the Prince of Erebor. And you… You dare not answer. Your eyes look up to Kíli's face. You can read the disappointment on his face. It sinks your heart. He gently lets go of your hands.

- “I understand. The day after tomorrow, I will wait for you at the clearing in the middle of the afternoon. If you don't come, I'll leave you in peace …”

Kíli looks at you one last time before leaving on his side.

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The D-day, you hesitate to join him. Gradually, the selfish part of you takes over. You don't care if you're a simple dwarrowdam. You will regret all your life for missing out on your happiness. You are finally ready to confess everything to him. You run to Dale to buy pastries which will excuse your lateness. Then you take the way towards the clearing.

You easily find the way. It is easier to find your way in a forest than in Erebor… It is late but the sun is still there. When you arrive, there is no one there. Deep down, you suspected it. It’s much later than the meeting time. You sit among the plants to take your mind off things. Your tears are already in your eyes but you manage to stay calm. It's too late. Crying won't change anything. Your gaze then falls on the pastries. "Nobody is here, I can eat them now ...", you think while eating the raspberry tart.

After finishing the first cake, some unusual noises approach you. You get up in a hurry and see two wargs. Certainly attracted to the smell of the cakes, they slowly approach you. You step back at the same pace as them, thinking about the best way to react.

They eat the cake faster than you. When they rush towards you, you can't help but scream. It’s no use, but it’s instinctive. You tell yourself it's all over for you until you hear two voices yelling behind you.

- “Leave them to me and go with her!” the blond dwarf yells, running next to you. - “No way! They are for me!” the dark-haired yells, throwing himself on one of the two wargs.

Fíli and Kíli take down the two wargs with a quickness you would never have suspected. Kíli then runs towards you.

- “(Y/N)! What are you doing here? You could have died!” - “Who invited me to meet here?” you articulate with difficulty, feeling your throat tighten and tears come to your eyes. - “You the one who arranged to meet her here?” the blonde shouts. “You are completely insane!” - “Stay out of this, Fíli! (Y/N), I’m sorry,” he said, taking your hands. “I left because I thought you wouldn't come …” - “Did you let her come here alone? Kíli, you-” - “Fíli!, his brother yells. “Leave us alone. Please.”

Fíli finally leaves and Kíli turns his face towards you. You are on the verge of bursting into tears. All the accumulated stress, the guilt for being late, the wargs’ attack and now Kíli yelling at his brother ...

- “I-I am sorry,” you begin, feeling you can’t hold back your tears any longer. “It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come so late. And especially with cakes…” - “Not at all, amrâlimê! [my love] It's all my fault,” he said, taking your face in his hands. Don’t cry. I-I didn't think about the danger when I asked you to come here… What a jerk! Forgive me!”

Kíli lets go of your face to hug you. He hugs you tight, like he's afraid you are leaving. You rest your head against his chest and start to calm down.

- “Excuse me,” he whispers, stroking your head. “I really am an idiot …” - “I already know that,” you say, laughing lightly.

A silence appears and neither of you seem to want to let go of the other. Kíli clears his throat slowly before speaking.

- “Um. So, did you come here for me?” he hesitates to ask. - “Yes… Um, I wanted to tell you I meant what I said the other night.”

Kíli slowly releases you, just enough to look you in the eye. You hesitate for a moment before looking at him. The red rises to your cheeks as soon as your eyes meet. He simply smiles but his eyes convey all the feelings he has for you.

- “The other night?” he asks. - “The night I drank too much and we were in your room.” - “Oh I see. And what did you say?” he asks with a silly smile.

You look at him for a moment before sighing. Even in those moments, he can't help but tease you. You laugh lightly before finally confessing what you have on your heart.

- “I was disappointed when I arrived in Erebor and you weren't there. After all the letters we exchanged, I couldn't wait to see you, to be able to chat with you and to spend time with you. But you were gone. Against orcs in the Iron Hills on top of that!”

You take a short break before catching your breath. Kíli hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Your eyes turn away from him to look at his chest, in front of you.

- “So imagine my reaction when I arrived at the Iron Hills and you weren't there!” Kíli says. “I wanted to surprise you, but I was the one who was surprised! And when I find you, you are in my brother's arms!”

When you lift your head, Kíli slides one of his hands over your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. He wipes the last remaining tears. When his eyes drop to your lips, you blush again. Your heart speeds up and you don't dare to move.

- “Can I finally start to court you?” he whispers.

You smile at him and nod your head. Kíli pulls you close to him and kisses your cheek, then the other, then your nose and finally your lips. This time, you haven't been drinking and you can fully enjoy your kiss with Kíli.

The dwarf gently breaks the kiss to take something out of his pocket. He shows you a bead of hair and you smile at him. He takes a lock of your hair and starts to braid it. Despite his concentration, you speak up.

- “How long have you had this bead?” - “I did it the day after the ball. I wanted to give it to you as soon as I found you but Fíli told me it was a bad idea …”

You can't help laughing and say, "What an idiot ...". Kíli finishes your braid, proud of his work. He stands in front of you to admire the result. He leans towards you and kisses you tenderly. You can feel him smile and whisper "Your idiot!".

This story takes place at the same time as this one: Jewellery and bad-tempered

#kilixyou #kili x reader #kili x y/n #kili x you #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit reader insert #fluff

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Halloweening - Kíli

PART 3/3

ONE ׀ TWO

Outside, the sky has softened into evening, already dark despite the early hour. The breeze is crisp and fresh, a kaleidoscope of colorful leaves lifted to twirl across Kíli’s front yard. The old oak’s branches creak, casting menacing looking shadows through the sitting room that add to the spooky ambiance you spent all day creating. 

Inside, the house is alive with the laughter and stampeding of little children as they tear about from room to room downstairs, seeking out the candies Kíli hid like parents do at Easter. For extra treats, the children perform easy tricks: making their scariest monster-faces, groaning their most ghoulish sounds, telling a silly joke or riddle. 

Supper is an easy selection of finger foods assembled into Halloween shapes and a stack of cheese pizzas from Bombur’s restaurant in town that Bombur himself delivered when he dropped off his grandkids. The man’s personality took up as much room as his stomach when he’d stepped in to see what you and Kíli had accomplished with your efforts. 

Currently, you’re leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping sparkling water from a skull-shaped plastic cup while you listen to Gimli’s mother talk about her day at the market. Her stall boasts some of the best local produce in the area and is always busy with a queue of people from the city looking for farm fresh vegetables. 

Kíli’s nearby, rummaging through the fridge for something with a bit more bite to add to his own cup. He pulls back, a bottle of white wine held above his head like a trophy, and barks, “Ah-ha!”

You chuckle and decline his offer when he tips the bottle in your direction. 

                “One of us has to stay alert.” You tease with a roll of your eyes. 

He wiggles his eyebrows in response, leaning into your space and chuffing your nose with his, “Come on, love, after everything we pulled off today, we deserve to celebrate!” He says the last part with gusto, pouring a generous amount of the wine right into your sparkling water. 

                “I guess I like spritzers now.” You mumble to yourself, trying hard to keep the smile Kíli is coaxing out of you to yourself. It’s not working if the warm gaze Kíli relaxes on you is anything to go by. 

Gimli’s mother clears her throat, breaking the spell that you didn’t realize had settled over you and Kíli. You’d completely forgotten she was there as soon as Kíli caught your attention. According to the unsubtle jibes you received from most of the parents tonight, you guess it happens a lot when they come to collect their kids from the daycare. 

Oops.

🎃

The party ends with Hocus Pocus in the sitting room, blankets and pillows laid out on the carpet for the children to curl in to. Most of them are already starting to droop sideways as they watch the Sanderson Sisters return from beyond, their costumes dismantled, accessories strewn all about. 

Parents filter in, a couple at a time, to collect their child from the pile, grabbing their Halloween loot before saying their thank yous and goodbyes. Maeven is curled up in her mother’s lap, squished between the arm of the recliner and her mother’s swollen belly, dozing sweetly. Some of her blue face paint transferred to the collar of her mother’s scrubs. Her mother doesn’t notice, her own head tossed back in welcome repose after a difficult day at the hospital. 

You snicker to yourself and snap a picture on your phone; they make an adorable picture that you’re sure Kíli will appreciate later. 

When it’s quiet, save for the last few stragglers - their parents huddled in the kitchen over a bottle of red Kíli found in his pantry - Kíli finds you lounging long-ways on the couch, enjoying the movie. 

He lifts your legs without preamble and sits down, dropping them over his thighs once he’s comfortable. You’re stunned, eyes saucer-wide and lips pressed white, at this unexpected display of familiarity. Sure, he’s been flirting nonsense at you all day, and yes, he’s managed to find ways to be tactile with you, but this feels like something couples do. 

                “Thank you,” He says earnestly, drawing you from your thoughts. “Really.” His face is open and sincere, eyes soft, mouth curled in a smile you just want to kiss the shit out of— 

                “Anytime.” You say easily. 

He squeezes your calf and turns to the television. 

🎃 

Much later, after you’ve helped Kíli clean up, after you waved Maeven and her mother to the guest room upstairs to sleep, after you’ve finished another glass of wine courtesy of Kíli’s well-stocked pantry, you and Kíli are on the floor in front of the loveseat, Rocky Horror playing on the screen for you to laugh at and sing along to. 

Kíli tells you that he was in a production of Rocky Horror, his first semester of uni in the city. He shows you pictures and, damn, yeah, alright, that man’s ass is stunning wrapped in lace, accentuated by the sky-high hooker heels he wore. 

                “Surprised?” He laughs as you turn crimson. 

                “Not even a little.” 

You’re so transfixed on the image that you don’t notice Kíli’s weight against your side, his hand sneaking under your chin to turn your face toward his. Before you have a chance to register what’s happening, he leans in. It isn’t fireworks. It isn’t heat and passion and redredred. 

The kiss is the featherlight tease of his lips brushing yours before pressing in firmly, locking you together with your lower lip sucked between his teeth. It’s hot, oh yes it is, but it isn’t urgent. He dips his tongue in to lick the tip of yours, retreating immediately to pant a breath and then lurching forward to start all over again. Nips and wet smacks and satisfied groans. 

Your cheeks are flushed and your breath is quick when he finally pulls back, cradling your jaw in his hands, staring at you like the 8th Wonder of the World. 

                “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.” He admits, his forehead against yours making it hard to focus on his face, all blurry from his close proximity. 

                “Yeah?”

                “Definitely.”

                “Well,” You say, voice filled with laughter, “Don’t think you can just go around kissing me whenever you want. Just because I let you this time doesn’t mean I will every time!”

                “Is that so?” 

                “Mhmm.”

And, crack-kaboom, there it is, the thing you forgot about in the heat of the moment. When Kíli’s tilts backward his eyes are huge and glossy, his lower lip pursed out and somehow reminding you of a helpless little mouse. His chin wobbles faintly, adding to the overall effect. 

Damn puppy-eyes, you curse. You take his face between your hands and scoff, leaning forward slowly, “One day, those might not work, Mr. Durin.”

                “Well, I’ll be happy to keep proving you wrong, Miss.” He says in a low gravel and closes the distance.

🎃

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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Halloweening - Kíli

PART 2/3

You aren’t surprised when Kíli manages to convince you to help him put together a Halloween celebration worthy of a group of Sesame Street enthusiasts. He’s practically on his knees, hands twisted together in a manner not unlike his daughter’s when she pulled out the wet pleading. 

He is definitely the one responsible for Maeven’s fast and loose use of her puppydog eyes, the scoundrel. 

How could you forget all the trouble Kíli managed to blink and mop and mow and just be dashing his way out of throughout school?! The man was an artist then and has only grown craftier, a genius who uses his adult-mask to hide that fact that he isn’t above employing playground tactics to get what he wants. 

And you are naught but a victim of this well-honed skill.  

                "C’mon,” Kíli begged, thick brows pinched above his nose; his warm eyes, that you knew would be matched in intensity if you chanced a look down to his hip, were glassy with despair. “Please. I’m begging you. It would mean the world!” 

You snapped your head down, chin to your chest, eyes fixed on your bare toes to try and evade the gut-clenching reaction to Kíli’s expression. Honestly, it felt like watching those late night SPCA commercials and you were already one trembling mange-puppy away from adopting, that’s how thin your resolve was by then. 

                 “Kíli — ” 

As you spoke, you trailed your gaze back up, following the line of Kíli’s admittedly very fit body from socked feet to knees to dangling pipe-cleaner legs in navy blue and olive green polkadot, up the frilly off-white pinafore and around the large, well-worked hands under wiry arms bent like a steeple in front of a Muppet body, all with a sense of trepidation and impending damnation.  

The violent shattering of your will power wasn’t as painful as you’d imagined under Maeven’s pitiful, dramatic pout.  

                “Pleeeaaase?” The little creature in Kíli’s hands wobbled (for effect, as you were aware).

The entire class behind her chorused, beseeching, “Pleeeaaase?” 

Your eyes narrowed into unimpressed slits, cheeks puffed out with the air you had to drawn in to give yourself strength, when you met Kíli’s eyes above Maeven’s head. He grinned, all goofy, his stupid face aggravatingly adorable and hot as sin all at once. 

Defeated you may have been but you weren’t going down without some negotiation. Smoothing out your frustration, you looked at Maeven and smiled, your voice a calm breeze as you said, “Alright, sweetheart, I’ll help.” 

Kíli bent forward to gently set Maeven on her feet, pleased with himself. Maeven squealed in victory and clapped her hands, her classmates cheering behind her though you weren’t sure if they really understood what they’d won. They scattered, skipping either to their cubbies or to the projects they’d been working on before Maeven rallied them. By then, more parents were filing in to collect their children, nodding at you in greeting but diverting to discuss the day with your colleague when they saw that you were busy with Kíli. 

                “Alright, Mr. Durin,” You said, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out to impress upon Kíli that you weren’t going to be messed with. “I need money for supplies, access to all the rooms of your house—” 

                “My hou—” 

                “Yes, your house,” You interrupted, “Where did you imagine this was going to happen? Here? No. The school is closed weekends and Halloween is tomorrow so you’d better make sure you hide anything you don’t want played with by tomorrow afternoon.” You let one brow rise in challenge. You were met with none, so you continued listing your demands, “And you’re going to assist me in putting this whole thing together since you were generous enough to spoil your daughter rotten. I mean, seriously Kíli, do you know how to say no?” 

                “Do you?” He counters. 

                “When the occasion calls for it, you can be sure I do.” 

                “Right.” Kíli scoffed playfully, twinkling at you, “So a five-year-old demanding your time and energy to pull of a last-minute evening of activities for all of her classmates wasn’t the occasion?” 

                “Uh—” 

Kíli shrugged, voice still light and teasing, “Maybe my girl’s just talented then. We should see how she does in politics.”

                 “Oh God, she’d take over the world.” You gasped and you weren’t sure if it was as mocking as you meant it to be.  

Your breath leaves you completely when you look at Kíli and see him biting his lower lip, stifling a laugh with his head cocked to the side, watching you as if you’re the best thing since the invention Netflix Kids.  

                “Yeah, with the right support, she probably would.” He agrees.

And that’s how you find yourself here, unloading the backseat of your car with Kíli’s help after a full morning of darting from one end of town to the other, pillaging every party and children’s store in the area of their Halloween paraphernalia and swiping the credit card Kíli gave you with gusto. And if you went to Lush and bought yourself a few colorful bath bombs, who was he to say anything? 

Consider it compensation. After all, it isn’t as if you didn’t have to rearrange your whole schedule to accommodate Kíli’s favor. Which it is. A favor. As in he owes you so hard for this. Saturdays are usually for coffee and some project-planning at Rosie’s café til noon, and then a visit to your dad’s where you tend the vegetable garden and try some of his newest tea fusions. It’s simple but it’s enjoyable and you like the routine.  

Your dad was very understanding and you know Rosie isn’t exactly expecting you but, still, it’s the principle of the thing and Kíli just traipses in like he did back in Secondary and gets his way because. Because what? Because he’s dreamy as fuck, that’s what.  

Prick.

              “Everything alright?” Kíli asks, leaning over the open car door that you’re ducked into, and have been hovering in for probably longer than it takes to reach in and grab a bag of party supplies.  

              “Fine. yeah, thanks.” You say as mildly as you can. You pull yourself out, bag in hand, and turn to step away from the door. Hard heat meets your back barely a step after, sending tingles up the length of your spine and through your chest. “Oh!”

A large hand cups your hip gently, hot, damp breath puffs against the back of your neck and the sensitive shell of your ear, tickling the short, downy hairs at your nape and raising goosebumps. 

              “I’ll take that,” Kíli says in a low, gravelly tone that brings a blush to your cheeks.

               “Sure.”  

              “Is there much more?” 

              “Just one more bag.” You utter in something a fraction louder than a whisper.

He inhales, nose lightly brushing the skin behind your ear, before he removes himself from your personal space. 

              “See you inside then.”

Oh, sweet Peter and Jemima.  

🎃 

You’ve had the pleasure of knowing Kíli for most of your life. Dale is big but it isn’t a sprawling metropolis; everybody pretty much knows everybody, if not familiarly then, at the very least, by six degrees of separation. 

Back in high school you - and the majority of the student body (and, if rumors were true, some of the staff) - harbored quite the crush on Kíli. He was funny and reckless and intelligent; generous with his laughter and kind to everyone, even the dickheads who made fun of him for being flamboyant when he elected to take Drama. 

Not much about him has changed, his personality just as enormous now as it was then, filling all the empty spaces in a room as soon as he walks in.

You know his ex, Maeven’s mother, the same way: She and Kíli were high school sweethearts who split amicably four years ago. They’re both completely and utterly devoted to their daughter even though they maintain separate lives, Maeven’s mother now remarried and pregnant with her husband’s first child. 

It startled you to find out that Kíli remembered you, by name, when he first dropped Maeven off at daycare. Everyone knew Kíli, sure, but hardly anyone from school outside of your group of friends remembered who you were unless they were reminded.  

(It also startled you speechless to find out that he’s still every bit as gorgeous as he had been in school; more so, in fact. Time had been nothing but kind to Kíli. Taller, broader, more rugged; a head of chestnut hair that rivals an Herbal Essences model and a stubbly jaw that you want to feel pressed in every crevice of your body, holy hell—)  

He blatantly flirted, you stuttered. You spoke briefly, mostly about Maeven and what Kíli could expect from her lessons; how Kíli could continue to help her when she was staying with him, all the regular things parents speak to teachers about.  

However, one day, the conversation stopped being entirely about Maeven and started dipping into other topics: What you studied in uni, why you decided to become a daycare worker instead of pursuing something more lucrative, whether or not you were attached and why. 

The conversations were nice, a welcome break from having to simplify every thought and explanation to its barest state. Within two weeks it was obvious to everyone that Kíli sought you out when he came to collect Maeven (sadly, it wasn’t as often as you’d have liked, as Maeven spent more time at her mother’s) but no one seemed curious about it.  

You aren’t naïve, you know the man is flirting with you ninety percent of the time he’s around but you can’t seem to make yourself trust that it’s anything more than casual, friendly, just for funsies. The boy you knew in school was also a shameless flirt - Christ, he had all the mums wrapped 'round his little finger - and you don’t know the man well enough to say that he’s changed and that the attention he gives you implies anything serious.

Of course, you’re feeling pretty damn inclined to ask since Kíli’s body keeps finding an excuse to press up against yours while you decorate his sitting room, his hand always landing on your hip as if magnetized. It’s strange how easily you respond to the intimate touch, as if you’ve shared that sort of closeness forever. 

            “What time did you say everyone arrives?” Kíli asks, stretching above you to attach the Happy Halloween sign across the window, caging you between the bulk of his chest and the wall, his muscles rippling along your back as he works.  

            “‘Round five. Your ex said she’d drop Maeven off a little earlier, though.” You twist around, pushing him back an inch or so to give yourself some room to breathe. His presence is stifling and not because you’re feeling suffocated.  

            “Plenty of time then.” He grins, a lopsided, boyish thing that turns your knees to mush.  

            “Plenty of time for?”

He lets the question hang between you for a moment before taking another step away. His biceps bunch as he lifts his hands and declares, “To hide all of these.” referring to the box of Halloween-sized chocolates he’d picked up off the couch where you’d tossed it earlier when unloading. 

            “Right.” You choke, “Yes. Plenty of time.”

Kíli winks and reverses out of the room, chuckling as he turns on his heel in the hallway and disappears behind the wall on his way to the kitchen. 

You’re beginning to question what your motivations really were when you agreed to help pull this off. If you’re actually annoyed about having had to go through the effort of rearranging your weekend. If it even matters to you that Kíli deliberately used his daughter to manipulate the shit out of you as a means to get you involved so he wouldn’t have to do any all the work alone. If it was even Maeven and her weaponized puppydog eyes that convinced you agree. 

It wasn’t, in case you’re wondering. 

🎃 

ONE ׀ THREE

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Halloweening - Kíli

PART 1/3

note: singledad!Kíli has become quite the guilty pleasure of mine. maybe because everyone i know is having babies and i’m feeling the residual baby-clock hormones or because the image is so damn precious it gives me the warm-tinglies, who knows? but there you have it  😅

Maeven is a mischief-making little imp who reminds you so much of her father, it’s unbearable. In a good way, you amend quickly to yourself. She’s small, smaller than most girls her age, and blonde and fair-featured like her mother but her eyes, those are all Kíli: Big and brown and cowlike, rimmed with thick lashes and always wide open to observe everything. 

Let it be said that Maeven is acutely aware of the power of those enormous, glassy eyes and knows how to wield them like magic. No one, child or adult, can resist turning to putty when Maeven casts her spell. 

She’s as clever as her father too, you’ve noticed over the course of your time together, heaving a fond look in Maeven’s direction as you remember a few incidents she’d managed to expertly wriggle out of. 

Not even you and the other daycare workers are immune to Maeven’s charm and you’ve all been through training! Have encountered many years’ worth of baby eyes set in cherubic faces! 

Yet, Maeven hasn’t sat for a Time Out since the day she brought three toads in from the garden - (it was remarkably hard to punish the girl when her argument had been so spectacularly sound: “They need a vacation, Miss!” Maeven had insisted very rationally, “They only see the bushes and grass and that’s boring”) - despite being involved in a few suspect incidents with the toy blocks and the mod podge thereafter. 

You’re convinced Kíli has been teaching his daughter all the tricks he used to use in school. If that’s the case, you can only pray for the souls of her future peers. The world is not ready. 

You’re abruptly torn from your musings when you feel a tug on your jeans. With his chubby fist curled into the denim, you see Pippin’s sweet pink face staring up at you, fairly hidden beneath a mop of mousy brown curls. 

                “Miss?” He says, blinking owlishly. “Is it true there’s not gon'be Halloween'iss year?”

Ah. Right. That: A topic which you and your colleague managed to avoid since the public announcement was made four days prior. You’ve been keeping the kids preoccupied with crafts and Halloween-themed games; today they were encouraged to wear their costumes and were allowed to eat candy at snack time, and paint instead of read. But it isn’t really Halloween without the main tradition, is it? 

You’d kind of hoped that the parents would deal with this part. The disappointment on little faces always sprains your heart. 

                “Afraid not, Pip,” You say in sympathy, cupping the back of his soft head and ruffling his curls. “Everyone has to stay indoors this year.” Which, fair enough, if there’s a chance something could happen to the children, best do what you can to avoid it. “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t celebrate, right?”

Pippin doesn’t look convinced. In fact, his face is scrunching up and his eyes are squishing closed and you can feel the air shift the way it does at the edge of a tantrum. 

Just as Pippin hiccups a sob, a chipmunk voice chirps, “Miss is right, we can do other stuff that’s even better than trick-or-treating!” 

Maeven has taken Pippin’s hand from your jeans and is holding it in hers, staring at Pippin with such conviction, like she has the answer to the debacle that is a child’s lost Halloween. Her expression is one of determination when she lifts her head to look at you. 

                “You have ideas, right Miss?”

You crouch down, weight resting on the balls of your feet, so your eyelevel with the children. Mustering every bit of creativity and belief you have, you say, “Absolutely.” 

Having been close enough to overhear the entire encounter, your colleague raises an eyebrow at you, the cynicism in it loud and clear. When you catch her eye, she simply throws her hands up and returns her attention to Frodo and Sam who are now covered in orange, matching the pumpkins they’d been painting on the squat canvases you’d set up for the day. 

Maeven gives you a gummy smile and nods once, it’s settled, and starts chattering away about how Miss is going to make Halloween better than ever. 

Thankfully, you do have a few ideas up your sleeves. Although the daycare is closed over the weekend, you think you could still pull off a belated Halloween that the children would enjoy. It would be a nice way to start the week for everyone involved. 

                “We can do it at my daddy’s house—” You hear Maeven trumpeting as if the plan is already underway, the words slipping out of her cinnamon-heart mouth and smacking you in the ear. 

                “Oh, hold on a sec, Maeven,” You chuckle breathily, “I don’t know that this is something we would do outside of the classroom, okay?”

                “No,” Maeven yips, head snapping around to you so quickly her pigtails bounce. She has her hands fisted on her hips to punctuate her seriousness over the matter. You recognize the stance, having seen her mother do it enough times at the Saturday market to know where Maeven’s picked it up. “It has to be a real Halloween so it has to be on Halloween!”

You smile gently and place a comforting hand on her shoulder, voice an imploring but calm lilt, “Sometimes, when you can’t celebrate the day-of, it’s okay to celebrate on another day. It’s not about the date, it’s about the people you’re with and how you feel.”

Maeven appears not to be satisfied so you plow on, “For example, last year my family couldn’t make it for my birthday.” Maeven and Pippin both look scandalized, “So we celebrated two weeks after. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t on the actual day; I knew they were thinking of me and we were together when we could be. It was still very special. Do you understand?”

                “Yes.” Maeven says carefully. You’re about to stand again when she continues, throwing a proverbial rock through your metaphorical window and smashing your relief into a thousand pieces, “But this is Halloween, not a birthday. It’s for everyone.”

                “It. Yes. It’s for everyone.” You’re not sure where she’s going with this but you’ll let her talk you through it. 

                “So if everyone wants to celebrate it on actual Halloween, then we should celebrate it on actual Halloween. And we all want to, don’t we?”

Apparently Maeven’s plotting had been loud and exciting enough to draw a crowd because all the other children are now gathered around, staring at you, nodding, their pudgy faces bright and hopeful. And you’re about to be the Bad Guy because you have to strike down the gavel and put an end to Maeven’s dreams. 

Everything is so much simpler in a child’s mind, you understand, but unfortunately for the adults involved, it’s never easy. However, it’s also not your place to parent the children you’re entrusted with, only to guide them; you peek over their heads at your colleague who shrugs in response and you make your choice. 

Kíli can explain why Maeven’s idea, as darling as it is, takes a lot more than saying it will happen to make it happen. 

When you glance back down at Maeven, about to tell her that she should wait for her father’s input, you can practically hear the crack of it through the room. Those puppydog eyes have physical force, you’ve learned, and there they are now, on full display, in all their righteous glory: Round and glossy over a guppy-lipped pout and prayer hands. 

                “What’s all this, then?”

You hear the question come from behind you, the sound of the voice easily recognizable but in no way reassuring at the moment as you face-off with Maeven’s impossible-to-resist pout. 

Kíli’s footsteps are softly padded on the rubber ground of the play space. His socked feet appear in your periphery when he stops beside you to absorb the sight of his daughter leading a revolution of preschoolers. 

Unfortunately, you’re unable to rip your gaze away from Maeven’s, already entranced. You release a deep, long breath through your nose and rise, lifting a hand to place consolingly on Kíli’s shoulder without breaking the spell Maeven is laying on you. 

                “Your daughter wants to save Halloween for the whole class.”

Kíli audibly chokes on air at the declaration, head whipping between you - the professional who should know how to handle situations like these with ease - and his daughter - a different kind of professional altogether, possibly some sort of magical creature with hypnotic abilities. 

Somehow, with great deal of strength, you break yourself free of Maeven’s enchantment and level Kíli with a look that tells him you absolutely don’t empathize with the fact that he’s now in charge of disappointing a cluster of young minds that still believe in magic and just want to keep Halloween. 

                “Good luck.” You say drily. 

His eyes shift wildly, back and forth, to you and Maeven and back again until he hisses at you, “What do I do? I don’t want to be responsible for letting an entire generation down, do I? What’s she expecting?” 

It’s obvious the children can hear you both, you aren’t suddenly enshrouded in some soundproof bubble, but they don’t say anything at all as Kíli flusters at you for advice. 

                “Well, Kíli, if that’s how you feel,” You positively beam at him, “Looks like you’re hosting Halloween.”

🎃 

TWO

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