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Over Mountains Cold

Kili Durin x Reader

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Summary: On a quest for your family, you and your traveling companion get caught in a winter storm in the Grey Mountains. Your true feelings for your best friend come to light when you struggle to make it through the chilling night.

Notes: The heater in my room is broken and the image of cuddling with Kili to get warm is just really nice to me, okay? I will use Aidan Turner to dissociate before I contact ever maintenance. (also, why can’t I just write fluff? Why does there have to be the angsty backstory of losing siblings? The world may never know)

Warnings: Kind of a chaotic plot. An ungodly amount of sexual tension. I don’t make the rules.

Fili gave a final wave as he disappeared over the ridge, taking the ponies with him. His brother tried to calm the pit in his stomach. Not only was Fili off to retrieve more supplies alone, but the cold was setting in. If he didn’t make it to the next village by the time the snow started, he would get stuck out here.

Just like you were.

“We should go,” You sighed. “We’ll want to set up camp before it gets dark and I want to search the foothills to the east before the sun goes down.”

Kili looked up at the sky. “It’s going to be a cold night.” Already, his breath came out in puffs from his lips. “Maybe we should stay here until morning. It’s lower, so it’ll be warmer and the snow hasn’t reached us yet.”

You stiffened and turned determined eyes towards him. “I won’t waste any time. If there’s a chance of finding my sisters out here, I’m taking it.”

You waited for him to argue or tell you how foolish you were. Winter was on the horizon and these mountains would be impassable in the coming weeks. But your friend merely gave you a small smile and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Then lead the way.”

You wanted to kiss him. Well, you often wanted to kiss him, but in that moment, with his eyes full of trust and belief in you, no words could express your gratitude. But, coward that you were, you settled for a pat on the arm and an awkward nod.

“Right. Follow me.” You hurried away from him before you could do something stupid.

You’d known the dwarven princes for most of your life. Having grown up near the Blue Mountains, you spent a lot of time with Durin’s folk, listening to their stories, celebrating their festivals, and causing a little chaos with your two closest friends. You couldn’t count the times Kili and Fili had gotten you into some kind of trouble, but surely they would say the same thing about you.

The younger prince walked beside you, telling you legends of ridiculous creatures living in these hills, trying to make you smile. It worked, of course. Between his grin and a bit of theatricality, he never failed to lighten your moods.

Kili was your best friend. He was there for every prank, every adventure, and every heartbreak. When your village was attacked by raiders three years ago, he spent weeks tending to your injuries and trying to hunt down the people who’d hurt you.

That’s when they were taken. Your two older sisters, Maryina and Baeriel. Sometime during the battle, those foul men came to your home and stole them away. You were nearly killed trying to defend them. Everyone told you they were dead. Even your parents didn’t have the heart to keep looking after so long, but you wouldn’t give up. You knew they were alive. Kili was the only one who believed you.

“Do you remember what you told me?” You asked suddenly.

Kili turned his head, hazel-brown eyes bright in the afternoon sun. His brows furrowed with curiosity.

You elaborated. “When I said I was going to find them. I said I’d search the whole of Middle Earth if I had to. What did you say?”

Kili beamed. “I said ‘Well, you’re not doing it without me,’” he remembered. “‘You’d get lost.’”

“Exactly,” you laughed. “And, I do believe that you lead us down more a stray path than I, dear friend.”

“But we always found our way in the end, didn’t we?” Kili grinned.

“That we did.”

The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence with something heavier hanging between you.

Grass swayed with dying breaths, green turned to dry white. Ahead, towering peaks capped with snow loomed like a massive, foreboding gate. You watched them with growing unrest. Kili’s shoulder brushed against yours as you walked as if just to remind you he was there.

The afternoon stretched and yawned. The sun began to hover. With every passing hour, the more the light sank, so did your hopes. Your search in the foothills yielded nothing. Not even the remnants of a possible settlement.

“They aren’t here,” you said. You ran a hand down your tired face, eyes scanning the vast landscape, the mountains at your back. You turned to Kili. “What if…”

You’d come here on a rumor that the raiders who took your sisters had a base in the Grey Mountains. But that’s all you had to go off of- rumors.

“It’s the first day.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “We’ll keep looking.” Kili scanned the dense woods at the base of the mountains, hoping for some signal of smoke or any other sign of life. There was nothing. But he wasn’t going to give up hope and he certainly wasn’t going to let you. “Come, let’s set up somewhere to sleep. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled. “But if you’re saying you need to rest, then I suppose we can pitch the tent.”

He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Last one to the trees gathers firewood,” he challenged. The mischievous dwarf took off before you had the chance to process what he said.

“Hey!” You called after him and ran as fast as your legs could carry.

Usually, the three of you always camped out under the stars, but knowing how cold it would be, you brought a tent to provide a little shelter. But laying there, so close to him, the fabric barrier between you and the night sky seemed suffocating.

It wasn’t the closest you’d ever been, of course. There had even been some nights where you found yourself asleep on his shoulder after a long day or he would doze off with his head in your lap. There was just something about this- something about the two of you enclosed together, alone- that felt different.

You laid completely still, screwing your eyes shut, but your mind refused to rest. The form beside you shifted back and forth, twisting and turning. Kili grunted in frustration and turned onto his back.

“Y/N?” He whispered. “Are you awake?”

“Unfortunately.”

He blew out a breath. “We should sleep. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. We’ll have to find some food in case Fili gets holed up somewhere.”

You hummed and nodded.

Both of you stared up at the slanted ceiling of the tent, not moving and not speaking. The tension alone chilled you to the bone, making you shudder.

“Are you cold?” Kili asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, because I have an extra fur-”

“Kili, go to sleep.” You huffed, shifting to your side away from him so he couldn’t see the painful want in your eyes.

Kili was more than just your best friend to you. He was your first love, the only person you’d ever loved, really. You’d had suitors in the past ask for your hand, but you declined them all. Your heart was no longer yours to give away. But you could never bring yourself to tell him. He was a prince, after all, and what were you? A nobody.

You blinked away tears and curled up as close to the tent’s wall as possible.

So close together and yet you couldn't feel more distant.

The next day yielded even less results. The further you got into the mountains, the less hope you had that you were going in the right direction. The Eastern Pass took you higher in elevation and further away from Fili with the supplies.

“Wait.” Kili stopped suddenly, putting a hand out in front of you. “Listen.”

You halted, the frostbitten ground shifting beneath your boots. At first, the slight breeze was all you could detect, but as the forest stilled, the subtle yet clear sound of hooves carried on the wind.

And they were getting closer.

“Get down.” You grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled. The two of you tumbled into a bush, losing your balance in your haste. Kili hit the ground. You fell onto his chest, knocking the breath out of both of you.

Kili grimaced.

“Sorry,” you whispered. Your faces turned a similar shade of pink, both trying to hide it from the other.

The familiar thudding against the forest floor increased in speed and volume. From your position, you could just see through the foliage that kept you hidden. Kili craned his neck, blindly trying to get a glance.

“Can you see them?” He asked.

“Shh.”

You kept your head low as you stared out. Watching. Waiting. As the horses neared, you decided there couldn’t be more than three.

“We could take them,” you whispered, looking down. But the sight of Kili lying beneath you, hazel-brown eyes staring up into yours with his hair a mess below him was too much. It sent a burning, twisting feeling through your stomach. You looked back up at the road. “There aren’t many. We could fight and force them to tell us where they took my sisters.”

“Are you mad?” Kili hissed, shifting underneath you. His hips rocked up into yours by accident. He sucked in a breath. “It could be innocent travelers going through the mountains. Or worse, there could be a dozen fighters and we’d be dead in seconds.”

“Since when are you the cautious one?” You scoffed, ignoring his movements and prepping yourself to pounce.

Kili locked his arms around your middle and rolled. He had you on your back before you could stop him, pinning you to the forest floor with his hands on either side of your head.

“Since I’m trying to keep you from getting yourself killed,” he growled.

Relieved that your hips were no longer pressed against his, Kili had put himself in another predicament hovering over your body, his lips mere inches from yours.

It shamed him to think of how many times he’d imagined you like this.

He waited until the riders were past, counting three, just as you said, but they seemed only to be a father and his two children, both under the age of 16. Kili doubted that these were the raiders who had destroyed your home. One of them mentioned something about getting over the pass before the storm, which made him uneasy.

Despite the heat of your bodies, the air was indeed growing colder. Clouds were gathering and a crisp, cool scent hung in the air.

Kili stood and held out a hand to help you up.

You didn’t take it.

“We need to keep moving.”

He swallowed. “We should head back to lower grounds. If we get caught in the pass, who knows how we’ll get out.”

You didn’t look at him. Instead, you continued up the path. “I wasn’t asking.”

Kili walked behind you, neither saying a word. He saw the tension in your back shifting like you were already in battle. He only wished he could relieve at least some of the weight that bore down on your shoulders. Witnessing you in such pain hurt him more than he knew how to express. That, unfortunately, wasn’t the only thing he struggled to put into words.

It had taken Kili long enough to finally admit his feelings for you to himself, but it was taking even longer for him to admit them to you. Fear wasn’t something that usually stopped him- he’d faced trolls and orc packs a dozen times over- but the idea of jeopardizing his friendship with you frightened him to no end.

Still, lying there, pressed against you, had drummed all of those feelings up to the front of his mind. They distracted him from the real issue at hand and he tried to remind himself that you need him focused. You needed a warrior, not a love-sick errand boy.

“If we keep at this pace, we can make it through the pass by morning,” you said grimly.

Kili exhaled, his voice deep with concern. “Y/N, you need to rest.”

“I need to find my sisters.”

You kept walking.

Kili kept his arguments to himself. Starting a fight now would only make you angrier and he didn’t want to risk you going off alone.

He let out a low sigh. Being the responsible one was exhausting.

Kili watched the sun with a concerned eye and discomfort growing in his stomach. His breath appeared in a cloud from his lips. But worse, flecks of white sent panic up his spine. The snow speckled the branches of the pines around them and added to the already thick blanket of frost that coated the ground. The further up, the deeper the snow banks.

“These flurries won’t be flurries for long,” he warned.

“We’ll make it.”

You refused to turn back to look at him. If you did, you knew that one look at his face would make you forget your persistence. You would turn around and head back down the mountain and have to start all over again in the morning. So you kept your eyes ahead, despite the growing shiver down your spine.

Besides, it was only a little snow. You and the brothers had faced worse on numerous occasions.

Kili quickened his pace to take his place beside you again.

“This way,” he said. “I’ve heard a shortcut through this pass.”

You raised a brow. “You’ve heard of one?”

“We’re here based on a rumor, aren’t we?” He retorted.

You shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough.’

Kili took the lead as the air thickened with white flakes. The shortcut, while it existed as far as he knew, was not the true purpose of his change in direction. He’d read journals telling tales of adventures through these mountains and he remembered a checkpoint for many. A cave where they could take shelter from winter storms. He only hoped it was real.

You began to regret your stubbornness as the cold seeped through your coat, the snow falling thicker and thicker, decreasing your visibility until you could see but a mere few feet in front of you.

In a blink, the blizzard set in.

You trudged on. Eyes blinded by white, you walk straight into the mass in front of you. Your companion’s warmth drew you in and you couldn’t help but press yourself against his back. His arm wrapped around, searching for yours.

“Take my hand!” Kili called back to you.

You did so without hesitation, wincing at the chilled state of his skin.

“We’re nearly there!” He shouted over the wind.

“That’s impossible! We haven’t even made it through the pass!”

“You’ll see.”

Trust was the only thing you had left, your senses overtaken by the storm. And then suddenly, it stopped. Kili pulled you forward and the choking white curtained the opening of the cave behind you. Wind howled, but no longer deafened.

“You knew this was here?” You gasped through chattering teeth.

Kili gulped. “I hoped.”

“You hoped?”

“You kept going!” He held out his hands, fingers stretched and shaking with his words. “I didn’t know what else to do!”

“Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” You ran a hand down your face, wincing at the freezing surface of your own skin, as well as the exhaustion overtaking your features. You paced back toward the blinding white outside. “We’ll stay here until the storm blows over and then we’ll keep going.”

Standing at the opening of the cave, the wind still chilled you to the bone. Still, you watched, as if your sisters would magically appear and welcome you into their warm arms.

As the image passed through your mind, you were gently pulled away from the wind by a hand as cold as yours, and yet it sparked the warmth that you needed. Kili placed a hand on your cheek, turning your face to his.

“You’re exhausted,” he said. “We cannot afford to be careless. Not out here. We’ll go out again in the morning. You need to rest.” Before you could argue, he added, “We both do.”

With the fog of determination outweighed by fatigue and frost, you sighed in defeat, hanging your head.

“Alright,” you conceded.

Kili put a finger under your chin and lifted your eyes. He gave you a small smile to which you couldn’t help but reciprocate.

“Come on. We should set up the tent. It might not be much, but it can’t hurt.”

Your chattering teeth gave no argument. There was no wood for a fire, the smoke would fill the small space anyway, so the thin cloth was your only added defense against the cold.

Once inside, you both felt the same pull towards each other, your bodies craving the heat of another. But you stayed on the far side, as far as you could get, mind clouded by icy, frozen fear. Kili didn’t say anything, trying to ignore the ache in his chest as he tried to sleep.

Your eyes couldn’t have been shut for more than a moment when you heard them.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N! Where are you?”

You blinked to clear the tiredness from your eyes and listened.

“It can’t be,” you whispered.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

Maryina and Baeriel.

You listened again.

“We’re here! Help us!”

Your sisters. They were out there. They were trapped in the storm. They needed you.

You sat up, tossing aside the coat you’d been using for a blanket and ignored the bitter air seeping through your tunic. You didn’t feel it. You didn’t see your companion sleeping across from you. You didn’t hear the wind as you stepped out of the tent. You only heard your sisters’ cries…

And stepped out into the blizzard.

Kili twisted and turned. As hard as he tried, sleep never stayed. He dozed off only to drift back, trying not to shiver.

“I can’t sleep again,” he sighed. Kili flipped onto his other side. Rubbing his tired eyes, he opened them. The bundle of furs beside him took an odd shape.

Empty.

“Y/N?”

He sat up and reached across the tent, feeling nothing but frigid air. Kili lifted his head, panic banishing any exhaustion left in his limbs.

The untied opening of the tent flapped in the wind.

“Y/N!” He called out.

The storm screamed in response.

He scrambled out of his bedroll and sprinted into the night. Fat, white flakes stuck to his face and eyelashes no matter how much he blinked them away.

“Y/N!” He shouted again.

Kili walked, trying to keep the cave in sight. The blizzard raged around him, concealing even the silhouette of the trees. He cried out your name again and again. With every passing second of silence, his chest grew tighter.

Why would you have gone off alone?

What if something had taken you?

There was no way for Fili to reach the cave until the storm settled, which meant he was completely and utterly alone.

“Y/N!”

It felt like hours before the wind let up and even then, snow continued to fall and the air turned even colder, creeping down Kili’s neck like a thousand icy-legged spiders.

There, in the distance, he could just make out a shape, wandering and covered in a thick, frozen blanket.

Kili ran as fast as his aching legs would allow, his boots sliding on the ice-coated ground. No matter how loud he shouted, it was as if you couldn’t hear him. You trudged on, the snow almost reaching your knees. You didn’t even have your coat. If he didn’t get you out of this cold, you would surely be lost to the white nothingness that surrounded you.

“Y/N, what are you-” Kili moved to grab your arm and found that your eyes were closed. Ice stuck to your face where tears had fallen and your blue lips muttered the same two things over and over again.

“Maryina…. Baeriel….”

Kili’s heart shattered like an icicle falling to the earth.

“Y/N, love, wake up,” he pleaded, gently taking hold of your shoulders. He had to stop himself from recoiling. Even through your tunic, you were like a statue, freezing to the touch. “We need to get back to the cave. I need to get you to a fire. I need to get you warm.”

Already, you looked like a walking corpse.

But your eyes were starting to open.

“K-Kili?” You muttered through chattering teeth. “What’s going on? I’m so…” You stepped forward, falling against him. “I’m so cold.”

Kili didn’t hesitate. He scooped you up into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. He followed his own footprints as they were slowly being covered again by the falling snow. By some miracle, he made it back to the cave. He hurried into the tent, wishing he had the material for a fire. For now, all he had was hope.

“I heard them,” you said, still dazed. “I heard their voices calling to me in the storm.”

“And you followed it?” He gasped, quickly undoing the fastens of his coat. “Are you mad? Even if they were out there, you’re no good to them frozen to death.”

Kili shrugged out of his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“No, Kili.” You tried to push him away, but he was stronger, fueled by panic and determination. “Kili, you’ll freeze.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said harriedly. He tied the entrance of the tent to keep out the frigid wind and laid down, gently pulling you along with him. Kili rubbed his hands up and down your arms, careful to keep the heap of furs wrapped tightly around you. He held you against his chest, his tunic slightly undone so you could feel the heat of his skin against your cheek.

As his warmth broke through the icy surface that suffocated your entire body, your mind started to clear. It started to wake up.

And when it did all you could see was his wide, golden-brown eyes searching yours with a fire you’d seen a few times before. Once when you’d been separated from him and his brother for a week on a particularly stressful journey and the other when your village was attacked and your sisters were taken. Each time, he looked as though he was looking at the sun for the first time.

At the time, you didn’t understand, or perhaps you didn’t let yourself understand. You understood now what that fire meant.

He was, and would always be, your shelter.

Like magnets, you somehow were drawn together still, despite already being impossibly close. The air between you was hot with your breathing. Everything seemed to stand still, from the raging winds outside to the racing heart inside your chest.

Neither of you said a word, an entire conversation held simply in the lock of your gazes.

Kili’s hand cradled the back of your head, laying it against his chest. You felt the soft, sweet warmth of his lips on your forehead.

Despite the hauntings of your mind, your heart gave you leave to rest in the strength and comfort of Kili’s embrace, allowing both of you to slip back into the persistent reach of slumber.

The storm blocked the pass by morning and, without any equipment, there was no way to get over. It had all been for nothing.

Fili found you halfway back down the mountain, the pony’s back covered with more supplies.

“What happened to you two?” He asked.

“We couldn’t find them,” you snapped, hurrying ahead of both of them.

Fili turned to his brother.

Kili shook his head.

Your party of three traveled until you found the nearest tavern and the boys made you stop for the night, watching exhaustion seep into your every step.

Dinner was had in silence with an air hanging so thick that Fili felt he would choke on it. He could never imagine the two of you fighting- he knew that his brother would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you. But he also knew Kili’s true feelings towards his best friend and Fili couldn’t help but wonder if something had been revealed while he was gone.

“We’ll start up toward the northern villages in a few days,” Kili said. “It’ll give us some time to rest, regroup, and plan.”

You stared at your plate. “What’s the point?”

Both turned to you.

Kili’s eyes softened. “Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“They’re gone, Kili.” You blinked back tears. “We could search until the end of time and we still wouldn’t find them.”

“Then to the end of time we will look because I am not giving up,” he insisted. His dark eyes took on that glimmer from last night, igniting something within you.

Your nightmare wasn’t the only thing that frightened you.

“I’m going to my room,” you said, pushing away from the table. Your form disappeared up the stairs with the gaze of both princes trailing after you.

Kili sighed, running his fingers through his long, dark hair.

“You just going to let her go?” Fili scoffed.

“What would you have me do?”

Fili shook his head and took a drink of his ale.

Kili narrowed his eyes. “What?”

His brother raised a brow. “Y/N is the most stubborn, persistent, devoted woman I’ve ever met. She isn’t giving up on looking for her sisters. She’s worried about continuing the search with us.”

“What?” Kili exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

“Kili, brother,” Fili sighed. “I’m saying maybe my absence was exactly the two of you needed and you’re both still avoiding what I’ve seen for as long as we’ve known Y/N.” He finished off his ale and snatched Kili’s away before he could protest. “Now go talk to her.”

Kili swallowed, staring at the steps. It took one final shove from his brother to actually get him to stand up and move.

As he ascended the stairs, Kili thought about everything Fili had said. What did he mean, his absence was what you two needed? What did he know that Kili didn’t?

Of course, the younger prince knew exactly what his brother meant. He’d always known, even when he didn’t know how to admit it. But waking up in that tent, the panicked thoughts of you out in the storm, alone, the terror of losing you to the ice and snow, and holding you in his arms to keep you warm all revealed exactly what had been in his heart all these years.

He loved you.

Perhaps Fili was right.

Maybe it was time to finally tell you.

Kili found your room and stood before it for a good long while. He tried raising his hand to knock, but he was just… frozen in place.

What if this was a mistake?

What if decades of friendship fell apart in this moment?

What if-

The door opened and his heart stopped.

You startled back at the sight of his big brown eyes. The eyes you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. The ones you wanted to get lost in and never be found. And he was there, waiting for you.

You both opened your mouths to speak and stopped, waiting for the other person, leaving you both in a tense silence. The same tension from the tent. The one that drew you together, closer and closer.

“Kili, I-”

His lips caught yours, silencing the words you still weren’t sure how to say. You let your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, closer still if that was even possible. Every moment, every breath from the last few days had been leading to this. And all either of you could think was one word.

Finally.

And as Fili watched you pull Kili into your room, kicking the door closed behind him, he was thinking the same thing.

“Finally,” he muttered, shaking his head as he went to his room, glad to have it to himself for a change.

Kili’s lips brushed against your forehead, the rest of your body completely tangled with his. Your arms wrapped around his bare chest, your legs wound between his, and your head was tucked under his chin. Your naked skin burned against each other but you never wanted it to stop.

And between every sigh, every pleasured cry or whispered word came one phrase. I love you.

He said it again, now. “I love you.”

You turned to look up at him. Into those eyes. The gaze that captured you more and more every time.

“And I you,” you said, kissing his collarbone, then his jaw, then finally his lips. “I have loved you ever since you taught me to shoot an arrow through the apples on our tree.”

Kili grinned, deepening the kiss and moving so his face hovered over yours.

“I’m still not giving up, you know,” he whispered. “We will find your sisters. And we will do it together.”

You wrapped a brown curl around your finger and nodded.

“I know. Before, I was just… scared.” You turned your head away. “That storm took me to a place I don’t want to go again.”

Kili laid a hand on your cheek, bringing your eyes back to his. “I’ll keep you safe.” He kissed your forehead again. “I promise.”

After letting the seriousness of your words settle for a moment, you grinned mischievously and rolled so that you straddled him.

“We should have tried this sooner,” you smirked.

Kili laughed and rolled again, putting him back above you. “It’s certainly a good way to stay warm.”

#kili #kili durin son #kili the hobbit #aidan turner #fili #kili and fili #kili x reader #the hobbit imagines #fantasy #winter #cuddling

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njordr · 2 months

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hello! i’ve been very diligently hammering out this one-shot/short-story and it is now 12k (so far edited) so i thought id share a little blurb, it should be posted sometime by next week at the latest! 🤞

“Baggins.” Kili said the name, scrunching his nose in distaste. “What ugly sod gave you that?”

The sound of cutlery and gnashing of mead quieted in the wake of Kili’s, otherwise obnoxious question. Hobbits being an incredibly private species, to ask of one’s family was often taken as romantic interest. Knowing better, he cleared his throat before speaking.

“My father,” Bilbo responded flatly, more annoyed by Kili’s pestering than the question itself. His parents had both been dead twenty some odd years, he was well acquainted with the old grief. “—And he was quite ugly in his old age. Not as ghastly or brutish as a Dwarf, we have a reputation to uphold you know!”

The company grumbled in slight offence. Those who listened. “What of your mother?”

Bilbo raised an eyebrow from where he sat at Belen’s large, stretching wooden table. The Hobbit did his best to hide his amusement. “Before she married my father she was a took.”

“A took.” Kili exchanged glances with who, Bilbo could not see. Though the interaction only served to widen the young Dwarf’s smirk. “What is that?”

“They are names,” He huffed. “My father was a Baggins and my mother a Took. Should you ever find yourself with your nose in a book instead of in the business of others, you might learn that names have reputation.” Kili’s expression stuttered, cheeks darkening with amused embarrassment as he grinned. Non Perturbed by the Hobbit’s insults.

“Took,” Kili emphasised his prononciation with flying spittle. “Hobbits are strange little things, next time we visit you’ll have to introduce us to her.” The Dwarrow brought his mead to his face, taking a long swallow that sloshed out the sides of his mouth and down his face.

“Oh, my mother passed long ago.” Bilbo said as casually as you might tell someone the weather. Twenty-some years now, he’d long since stopped counting to save himself the heartache of reminder.

Kili choked on his food, eyes blown wide as he searched across the table for another pair of eyes to glance into to share in his horror. Bilbo felt Thorin’s eyes, burning concerned holes into the side of his head but he brushed the look of sympathy in their eyes off.

“My mother enjoys painting.” Fili chimed in, muttering under his breath as though it was a soft topic for him. Bilbo appreciated his consideration, but felt a lance of embarrassment with the attention. “She also enjoys cooking until there is nothing left; makin’ sure we’re stuffed. She makes a good stew. Plays the harp real well.”

“Aye.” Gloin hummed in agreement. “My Gimli loves it!”

Bilbo felt any and all prior grievances with the pair of brothers melt away from him. They were good boys, sons. Inwardly, The Hobbit swore that he would see them back to their mother at all costs.

“She sounds lovely.” He met Fili’s gaze; as intense and deep as his Uncle’s. Softer though, as he ducked his head in quiet appreciation.

When his gaze flickered to Thorin at the head of the table, he was pleasantly surprised to find The Dwarf looking back at him. His blue eyes softened for a moment before they flitted away again.

#the hobbit #bagginshield #writing #njordr #brain go brrr #thorin would definitely glare at kili for this while Fili is like bruh facepalm #Bilbo takes it in stride of course #blurbs #lotr #Bilbo Baggins #kili the hobbit #Fili #fili and kili #thorin oakenshield #the company

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estethell · 2 months

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Why did Dis give a memory of herself only to Kili and not to Fili? I like to think that even if they didn't show it, Fili also has a memory of his mother!

#the hobbit #lotr #tolkien #kili the hobbit #kili the dwarf #fili the hobbit #fili the dwarf #fili and kili

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smoothedsmoothie · 4 months

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kíli i drew recently

#the hobbit #the hobbit fanart #kili durin #the hobbit art #tolkien fanart #the line of durin #kili #the hobbit kili #kili the hobbit #art #fanart #digital art #my art #my posts

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foxtober · 9 months

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– All light is sacred to the Eldar. But Wood Elves love best the light of the stars.

– I always thought it is a cold light. Remote and far away.

– It is memory... precious and pure. Like your promise.

Cry and draw…

My Kili the Dwarf 💔

#fili and kili #kili #kiliel #kili x tauriel #kili durin #kili the dwarf #kili the hobbit

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am0o5 · 11 months

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Bilbo: Could you not stand so close to me, you’re making me claustrophobic.

Kill: What does claustrophobic mean?

Fili: It means he’s afraid of Santa Claus.

Bilbo: No it does not-

Kill: HO,HO,HO.

Fili: Stop it Kili! You’re scaring him!

#incorrect quotes #the hobbit #the hobbit incorrect quotes #bilbo baggins #the hobbit bilbo #fili durin #kili durin #kili the dwarf #fili and kili #fili the dwarf #fili the hobbit #kili the hobbit

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lovelymindescape · 2 months

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❤Reasons why everyone needs a Kili ❤

❤always comes to appointments and things like that with you as your emotional support

❤will take you where you want to go , and if its a meet up with friends or something like that he will also pick you up again

❤he doesn't say no to everything at first and is willing to try new things for you

❤he loves to pick out your clothes and dresses so you always look good

❤he is always in a good mood and its really catching all the time

❤sometimes he's a little crazy but it never will be boring with him , for example : he will turn the most uninteresting trips into little adventures

❤if you want something, he'll get it for you , anytime and anywhere

tags: @luckystar1111

Thats it for now. Please let me know if you liked it and if you want more of this stuff❤

Please leave a Like , Comment and/or Reblog it would help me so much if i know what you like and what i can do better ❤

#the hobbit #lord of the rings #kili durin #kili imagine #kili the hobbit #kili the dwarf #Kili thoughts #the hobbit x you #the hobbit an unexpected journey #the hobbit the desolation of smaug #the hobbit battle of the five armies

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froggerschamped · 5 months

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i thought hobbit tumblr would appreciate this

#kili durin #tauriel #kili the hobbit #tauriel the hobbit #the hobbit #kiliel #lotr

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faeriichaii · 4 months

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Hello! Could I have a request for kili x fem reader where reader is a pirate and her and her crew capture him and the others and there's some interest between kili and reader? 🤭Ty!

My Treasure ~ Kili x Fem!Pirate!Reader

A/N: Omg listen I have seen the request like the day you sent it to me and I love love love the idea!! Ngl I had so much fun writing this and like I love him so much and the fact that she is a pirate ugh I love it!!!! I really hope you like it cause I really loved writing this <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.8k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You have been travelling the sea for years on your wonderful ship with your crew, so you are a bit curious, when you find a bunch of dwarves hiding away in fish barrels.

Waves clashed against the ship, as the crew merrily sang a song they have made up during the travels on the sea. You have been on this ship with your crew for years. On the way, you have built yourself the reputation as one of the most fearless pirates known across the world. “Captain, there is a small boat crossing our path. What should we do?” You took your telescope from the leather holster on your hip. Looking through it, you saw a small boat filled with around 14 barrels travelling somewhat in your direction. “Let’s approach the ship slowly and see if it is worth the trouble.” “Aye aye Captain!” Your crew began to hoist the sails while you kept an eye out for the ship. As you got closer to the little boat, your crew threw a few lassos to pull the smaller ship towards your own.

“Kidd, take care of the ship while I have a little chit chat with the fisherman.” You said, walking towards the railing, taking a rope and swinging toward the other ship. A smirk formed on your lips, as you let your fingertips wander from one barrel to another. “So many barrels. What does a lonely man need so many barrels for?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “I am just a mere fisherman, trying to go to Laketown. The barrels are filled to the brim with fish, I doubt a Captain like yourself would be in dire need of these.” The man tried to reason with you, making you rise an eyebrow. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be in need of fish? You see my dear friend,” A slight hint of mockery was visible in your voice, as you put a hand on the unknown man’s shoulder. “I am the captain of this very beautiful ship and if you haven’t already noticed, we are pirates.” You gave him a fake smile as you gently squeezed his shoulder. “And as pirates we really don’t work you know? We take what we want and we take it when we want to. But I feel quite generous. How about we take around hmm let’s see…”

You took a glance at each of the barrels. “We will take half of them.” You announced while removing your hand from his shoulder and winking some people from your crew down so they could carry them to your ship. As they started to lift the barrels, the top of each of them sprung open as the dwarves rushed out from between the fish. Your eyes widened in surprise, before pulling out your sword. “Well, this is interesting. Didn’t knew that fishermen nowadays also catch dwarves in the sea.” You said as your sword clashed against another one of the dwarves. “It also isn’t every day, that a pretty pirate lady tries to kidnap us.” The dwarf in front of you gave you a wink. A little laugh escaped your lips. Maybe you will actually have a little fun with them. “Do you normally flirt with people you fight with?” You ask him, pushing his sword away. Most of the dwarves’ weapons were laying on the wooden floor as their hands were up in the air. Pointing the tip of your sword at the one in front of you, he smiled at you while raising his hands up as well. “I only do with the ones that are extremely beautiful and take my breath away.” A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you smiled gently at him.

“Captain, what should we do with them?” “We will take them as our captives. Maybe they will share their stories with us.” The crew bound each dwarves’ wrists tightly, before heaving them on board. Turning around, you look at the man who tried to smuggle them into Laketown. “I’m not part of their company.” He said, raising his hands up. “Fair enough. Have a safe journey to Laketown.” Turning around, you grasped one of the ropes and ascended up onto your own ship. “You let him go Captain?” Kidd, your closest woman on the ship, asked you flabbergasted. “I thought you knew me by now? I normally don’t hold prisoners on the ship and he himself said he was not part of the company.” Kidd raised an eyebrow at your explanation. “But why did you take the dwarves captive?” The question made you ponder for a moment. You yourself weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was your curiosity that made you tie them up and put them under the dock. “I guess I am just interested in their little life story and why they were trying to smuggle into Laketown.” You explained to her, as she led you to the cells, in which the dwarves were sitting in angrily.

“We tried to separate them as much as possible, however we only have so many cells.” She pointed at the four cells. Some of them were filled with three and some with four dwarves. And one Hobbit. A Hobbit? You tilted your head, as you approached the cell, where the hobbit sat on the small bed. “Why is a hobbit travelling with 13 dwarves?” You asked aloud. One of the dwarves in the cell walked towards you, grabbing the bar as he leaned as close as possible towards you. “It is none of your business.” He spat, as he gave you a glare. Tilting your head to the side you smiled at him. “Big words from a guy behind bars.” You mocked him. A few dwarves around you starting to protest at your rudeness towards their king. King? “Oh, so you are the king? Well then, I think we can arrange a little chit chat to discuss the price of your freedom.” A sweet smile formed on your lips, as you awaited an answer from him. Seconds passed and he didn’t say anything. “I will leave you for now. Think about my offer while I am gone.” You said, skipping up the small stairs to get back onto the main deck of the ship.

Hours passed and night arrived, hence you were travelling down to the prisoners’ quarters with bowls of food in your hands. You handed them out one by one, until you passed the last bowl. “Thank you, my stunning pirate princess.” Looking up from the food in your hand, you looked at the dwarf in front of you. The same one that flirted with you while fighting against you. The one that piqued your interest the most. “Well, isn’t it nice to see you again…” You trailed off, waiting for his name. “Kili.” “Kili. A cute name for a cute dwarf.” A chuckle left his lips, as he set the bowl aside. “Do you always flirt with the captives, you hold under your ship?” He asks, smirk gracing his lips. “Only with the ones that seem to really catch my attention.” You say, leaning on the wall beside the cell. He held onto the bars of his prison, trying to be closer to you.

His brown eyes glimmering in the soft candlelight. “Say, what makes you want to release us from this prison?” He asks, mirroring your stance in his small temporary room. “I wanted to discuss that with your king, however he really doesn’t want to cooperate with me.” A small fake pout formed on your lips. “Aren’t you a lucky girl? I happen to be his nephew. Prince Kili, at your service.” He bowed quickly, before straightening up again. You giggled at the gesture. “Well, prince Kili, my name is Captain (Y/N). It is wonderful to make your acquaintance.” Doing a curtsy, the both of you smiled at each other. You really begin to enjoy his company. “Captain (Y/N), I would like to know what you would like in order to receive our freedom back.” “It is very simple. All I want to know is about your journey and your destination. Why were you trying to smuggle into Laketown in fish barrels? What is the purpose of your visit? All these things.” You said, now also holding onto the bar of the cell. “Sit down Amrâlimé, it is quite the story.”

You listened intently at each word Kili muttered, as he told you the story of Thorin Oakenshield and his company. How they have encountered mountain Trolls, Orcs and Elves. And how they want to fight back against the dragon Smaug, who was living rent free in their home. “That indeed is quiet the story.” You say as you pulled yourself up with the help of the bars. Kili looked at you expectantly, almost as if he wanted to know if he managed to free the company. “We will arrive very close to Laketown tomorrow. Take one of the boats, maybe two, we have strung on the side of the ship. Find your little friend from earlier today and fight for your home.” You smiled softly at him, as he gave you a wide grin. Warmth spread through your body, as his hands covered yours. “Thank you so much Amrâlimé.”

As the next morning arrived, you opened up the cells as promised and gave the dwarves a few more rations of food, as well as other resources. You helped them onto the boats, until it was time to say good bye to Kili. “It was very nice to talk to you and listen to your story Kili. I really enjoyed it.” A smile graced your lips. Kili took your hands gently in his. “I will search for you as soon as we get our home back, I promise you.” He said, his eyes glimmering with hope and sincerity. You gasped softly at his confession, holding a little tighter onto his hands. “I hope so my prince.” Suddenly he put his hand on the back of you neck and pulled you down to him, connecting your lips. His stubble scratched against your cheek, as you tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Your arms were wrapped around the back of his neck. The call of Kilis name made the both of you depart from each other. Stepping onto the last boat, the dwarves began to row into the direction of Laketown. You waved at their departure. “I will find you Amrâlimé, even if I have to travel across the whole sea for you.” Kili suddenly shouted. Who would have thought that a pirate captain would get so easily swooned over a dwarven prince?

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fandom-imagines-stories · 1 year

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Nothing In This Life

Kili Durin x Reader

Words: 5245

Summary: With his betrothed in battle beside him, the two seem an unstoppable force. However, one fatal moment may prove to be the end.

Notes: I’m kind of making up a little backstory for Kili where he and Fili work as mercenaries, helping smaller towns fight of orcs. Also, I know his last name isn’t technically Durin, but it makes it easier for my brain to categorize his imagines. This was mainly just because I wanted to write the scene from Desolation of Smaug, but reverse the roles. I didn’t make it the same poison though for the sake of my narrative. You know I’m a sucker for angst and peril. Also, I did my best to find stuff to make it accurate, but like I said, I just worked with how I wanted my narrative to go.

Warnings: Violence, peril, angst

More Imagines: HERE

The clash of metal challenged the pounding of your heart in your ears. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, its familiar power fueling your quick steps and even quicker swings with your sword.

Your foul enemy scattered around the opening in the trees where the battle waged. You turned your head, finding your partners in this mission only yards away, occupied by a dozen orcs closing in on them. Making quick work of your current sparring partner, you lept across branches and bodies to join them.

“Having fun without me, boys?” You snarked.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself well enough,” Fili smiled, showing no toll of the fight in his excited eyes.

“With those fools?” You scoffed. “Child’s play.”

The circle of orcs snarled and snapped their disgusting teeth at you. They stepped closer, pushing the three of you together. An arm brushed against yours. When you turned again, the dark, loving eyes of the man you were to marry sparkled at the sight of yours.

Kili smirked. “Ready?”

“Aren’t I always?”

His lips spread into a smile and he kneeled before you, lacing his fingers together to give you a foothold. With a final, confident glance between you, Kili launched you into the air, over the horde of enemies heading your way. You cleanly cut one’s head from his shoulder before even reaching the ground.

The brothers fought on their side while you took on your own set of orcs now switching their attention to you.

Foe after foe they fell to your expert swordsmanship and surprising stamina. Kili and Fili fared just as well, cutting down or shooting over half of the lot in minutes. You raised your arm for another fatal blow, but a pair of arms locked around you with crushing force. The sharp end of a battle axe sliced the front of your leather armor while the pressure of your captor’s grip made your ribs crack inside your chest.

You flung your head back, the crunch of the orc’s nasal cavity ringing through your head with the ripples of pain that spread from the impact. It released you and you stumbled forward.

“Kili, dear!” you exclaimed breathlessly. You slashed again at one of your opponents, the second of the pair starting to box you in. “Your assistance, please!”

The stretch of a bowstring was music to your ears.

“With pleasure, darling,” the dwarven prince growled.

The arrow flew through the air, striking one of your attackers between the eyes. You finished off the second with a slice to the throat.

Fili plunged his sword into the remaining orc’s chest and slid it out in one clean motion. You found a tree to lean against while you caught your breath, each inhale making your ribs ache. From what you could tell, one or two seemed cracked, but none felt broken. Kili was at your side in seconds.

“Are you hurt, my love.”

You smiled, the worry in his eyes warming your heart, and wiped a smear of blood off of his cheek with your thumb. “Nothing I cannot walk off, dear.”

A mischievous grin replaced his concern and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed to his chest. The motion may have hurt at first, but his lips on yours quickly remedied any aching.

“At least wait until we get back to the tavern, brother,” Fili groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Aw, poor Fili,” you teased, pulling away from your betrothed and putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We’ll find a woman for you yet.”

Fili ignored your mocking tone and playfully punched your shoulder, earning an involuntary grimace.

“I’m afraid my brother’s humor has rubbed off on you, Y/N. It’s unbecoming,” he laughed.

“It’s a good thing the two of you don’t keep me around for my ladylike sensibilities then,” you fired back with a snicker.

You helped collect any intact arrows from the orcs that littered the glade and returned them to Kili’s quiver. Surveying your victory, you took his hand.

“Another village protected,” you said. “People may sleep peacefully again thanks to us.”

His eyes darkened and looked to the trees. “For now.”

You followed his gaze and felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Goose pimples dotted your arms beneath your armor. You shuddered. Though you couldn’t see it, something seemed to lurk just beyond the touch of the light. Perhaps it wasn’t there now, but, like Kili, you could feel it coming. The orcs were getting bolder and you feared your interference wasn’t making any difference.

Kili looked to you again and the light returned to his expression. “I think we’ve earned ourselves some ale, don’t you?”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Fili cheered, smacking his brother’s back.

You forgot your worries and smiled at them, locking your arms with both. The Princes of Durin had been the only family you’d ever known. And, despite their mother’s objections, together, the three of you had gone into the mercenary business- at least until their uncle and rightful king Thorin called them away to take back their homeland in Erebor. You’d always thought it a far-off dream, but both men were convinced the day would come when they would battle the dragon and return to the Lonely Mountain. Of course, when Kili asked you for your hand in marriage, you adopted this mission as your own and the three of you had been together ever since.

The village rejoiced to see you step out of the woods, praising your trio for your bravery and skill. They came forward with pouches of gold. Everything they had.

“We can’t rob them of their livelihood,” you whispered to your partners.

“It’s not robbing them if it's offered,” Fili muttered, earning an elbow to the side from his brother.

“Y/N is right,” Kili said. A touch of pink reached his cheeks under the gaze of your proud smile. He turned to the villagers. “Please, we do not wish for reward or riches. Seeing those vermin exterminated is enough for us.”

Fili opened his mouth to argue. He clamped it shut again when your stare turned deadly. He glared at you and pouted, but said nothing.

“You must let us repay you,” the village leader pleaded. “We wouldn’t have survived the night if not for you.”

Fili stepped forward. “Well if you insist-”

You slammed an arm to his chest and pushed him behind you. “All we request is refreshment and somewhere to spend the night.” Fili huffed behind you. You hit him again to silence him. “If you would be so kind.”

“That can surely be arranged,” the man beamed. He guided you towards the center of town, where people had already begun to gather with baskets of fruits and joyful instruments. “Come, allow us to at least hold a celebration in your honor.”

Kili gave you a sideways glance and you couldn’t help but laugh as his usual impish grin spread across his face.

“That, I believe, we can accept,” he said.

The music swelled and your love took your hand, pulling you into the dance. Your feet matched the quick shuffle of the crowd. Kili grabbed one arm and you took the arm of the person next to you, picking up the steps with ease. A circle went around the musicians, swaying one way and taking a jumping step the other. Boisterous laughter enveloped you from the people you saved. It reminded you of why you were here. To keep places like this alive. The hearts of Middle Earth lived in the smiles of the people around you.

While your gaze followed the circle around you, Kili’s remained solely on your beaming face. Any ache from the battle was banished from his chest, replaced by the warmth of adoration. The way you lit up like a star in the twilight when you let yourself be happy- even if it was only for a moment.

Of the three of you, you were the one that seemed to feel the perils of these people the keenest. Every burned cottage, every grave, and every lost soul you came across settled into your heart. He could see it in your eyes the same way he could see the relief there now. When your gaze finally found his again, the glittering joy in your irises overtook him.

A laugh sang from your lips as Kili twirled you into his arms. The two of you stepped out of the group, creating your own dance, closer and locked in each other's arms. Facing each other, your eyes never left his and the rest of the world muted into a muffled celebration.

And, in that moment, you wanted to marry him.

You didn’t want to take another breath, speak another word, or win another fight unless you could be his wife.

But you knew what his answer would be. Kili wanted a home, a place you could call your own, together, before you were to be wed. Having spent his whole life wandering, he wanted a place to belong before you fully belonged to each other.

Each day that dream seemed further away and each day you feared how long you’d still have to become one.

“Something troubles you, my love?” Kili halted his feet and lifted a hand to your cheek.

You smiled and opened your mouth to answer.

A movement stopped you. A reflection in the firelight between the trees.

An arrow just over Kili’s shoulder, aimed for his heart.

The word left your lips like a breath. “No.”

Suddenly, you were moving before you knew what you were doing. You put an arm on Kili’s chest and pushed him aside. You placed yourself between him and the shadowed archer just as the arrow left its riser.

In the dark, you could just see the orc’s crimson eyes. Its hateful stare pierced your skull the moment its arrow pierced the soft skin beneath your collarbone and beside your shoulder.

You processed your beloved’s horrified roar before you processed your pain.

The impact forced your feet back and you found yourself falling. Your body prepared to hit the ground, finding arms waiting instead. People rushed around you, yet they seemed to move in slow motion past you. They blurred together, a frenzied mass that made your head spin.

The only focus point you had was the panicked face of Kili hovering above you.

“Fili!” He called out.

“You must go. If there are more of them, they must be stopped. Leave me,” you croaked. “Help the people.”

“I will tend to you first.” He pulled you more into his arms, kneeling down so you didn’t have to stand. “Fili!” He yelled again.

A flash of blonde hurried past you.

“He won’t get away, brother!” The older prince shouted back, sword drawn and ready. The glint of his weapon disappeared into the dark forest.

The moment of chaos sharpened abruptly as the adrenaline hit. You shot up despite the arrow sticking out of your flesh. Your other hand reached for the shaft and tore it away. You clamped your lips closed to muffle the pained cry in your throat.

“What are you doing?” Kili tried to force you back down, applying pressure to your now gushing wound.

“If there are more, these people aren’t prepared to fight,” you gasped through the searing pain. “And Fili cannot do it alone.”

“You are in no state for battle.”

“I’m fine,” you snapped. “Let me go.”

His grip loosened enough for you to slip away, stumbling after the others into the woods. Kili’s objecting shouts were soon overtaken by the night air whirling by your ears. Villagers ran beside you with farming tools for weapons. You reached for the short sword on your hip. Your limbs screamed in protest. The rush in your blood urged you on, though clouded your perception. Before you realized it, you were no longer part of the harried mob.

You stood alone in the trees, any sounds of the pursuit distant and quiet.

A new wave of pain crashed over you, rippling out from your shoulder. It was almost blinding. You’d been struck with blades and arrowheads before, but you’d never experienced pain like this. Something was wrong.

“K-Kili!” You stammered. Your voice came out as a croaking sob. The forest offered no response. Tears stung the corners of your eyes, accompanied by dark spots across your vision. “Fili!” You lifted your eyes to use the stars to guide you back, but they spun around you like fireflies.

“Y/N!” The voice came to you from all directions. You jerked your head around, trying to place it.

“Kili.” His name hardly even came out as a breath now. You turned again, this time catching your foot on a branch and landing on your shoulder in the damp leaves. The scream that ripped from your lungs was almost inhuman.

And it was the last thing you heard before your body did the one thing it could to protect you from the insanity-inducing pain.

You slept.

The arrow might as well have pierced his heart, for it couldn’t tell the difference between the fatal blow and how he felt, carrying your trembling, unconscious form in his arms.

“Someone help me!” He cried. A terror he’d never felt before coated his every word as he pleaded with passing villagers, all running to safety for fear of another attack.

“Kili?” You stirred weakly, looking at him through your lashes. Your breathing strained, painful with every inhale. He shifted you in his arms. You didn’t have enough energy to scream anymore, so your cry was merely a whimpering gasp.

“I know, love. I’m sorry, I know it hurts,” he said, heart breaking with every muted wail from your lips. “I’m going to find someone to help you.”

“I don’t…” Your words trailed off as you struggled to stay away. “I don’t understand. It was… it was just an a-arrow.”

Kili grimaced.

He should have seen it. He’s an archer, for fate’s sake. He should have seen the mark of a poisoned arrow the minute you tore it from your shoulder.

And it was meant for him.

Kili spotted the man he’d met earlier in the week, Hallam, who said he had medicinal knowledge. Seeing you in the dwarf’s arms, Hallam hurried over.

“Please,” Kili begged. “You have to help her.” His words caught in his throat. “It’s poison.”

Hallam glanced at the already festering wound and nodded with a grim frown. “Follow me.”

“What about the orc?” You wheezed, trying to turn your head back to the forest.

Hallam led Kili into his cottage and cleared off the long dining table for him to lay you on. Kili set you down as gently as he could.

“We have to fight,” you said. When you tried to sit up, Kili held you down by your unmarred shoulder.

“Fili knows what he’s doing. I’m sure everything will be fine.” He glimpsed at your wound. Your blood had turned thick and almost black. He looked away. “Everything will be fine, darling. Just please lie still.”

He hushed your objections and tucked your hair behind your ear. “All will be alright, my love.” He said it again and again as if they weren’t mere words of reassurance but a plea to the stars.

“Do you have the arrow?” Hallam asked. He set out a roll of herbs and tools on the bench beside you. Kili’s face fell even more. Hallam waved a hand at the prince. “Go. Find it. Hopefully, it can give me some answers that will help.” In the growing haze in your mind, you noted that the man sounded far from optimistic.

Kili swallowed hard and stood. You reached for his hand, the motion sending more blinding shocks up your arm.

“Don’t…” You choke out. “Leave.” Your fingers grip his hand with as much energy as you could muster.

For him, it was barely more than a touch.

Hallam’s dire stare watched your darkening wound. You could feel his harrowing dejection practically burrow into you. It fueled your fearful tone.

“I want you here-” You said softly. “I need you here if I should-”

Kili stopped you before you could finish. “That isn’t going to happen.” He knelt, bringing your hand to his lips without having to move your festering arm. “I will return shortly, love.”

He stood and rushed back outside where people were returning from the forest.

Hallam stood over you, peeling back the tear in your tunic to get a better look at your injury. You ignored the sting and turned your head to look at him, catching a glimpse of the culprit of your pain. A river of black and crimson seeped down the fabric of your sleeve. The gaping hole in your flesh revealed a sliver of what you could only assume to be your collarbone. Worst of all, purplish veins bulged under the blood smears, stretching more and more across your chest.

“Tell me,” you pleaded. “Am I going to die?”

Hallam finally lifted his eyes from the gore and looked into yours. He muttered something under his breath, a prayer, maybe. “Not if I can help it.”

Kili was guided back to Hallam’s cottage by the sound of your screams. With the trampled projectile in hand, his feet carried him as fast as he could move, blurring by the celebrating villagers.

Turns out, the orc that shot you was a lone survivor of the group they’d defeated. One man triumphantly strode down the path with the creature’s head in hand. The threat was gone.

And yet your wails of anguish rang over the cheering crowd.

He kept running. Somewhere from the fray, his brother emerged. Usually, Fili’s presence was enough to dispel his younger brother’s worries, but Kili’s frantic gaze merely turned to him with terrified urgency.

Fili surveyed the congested courtyard that lay between them and you. Kili’s desperate dodging was only getting him so far and your cries were growing louder.

The blonde dwarf climbed on top of a stationed cart and cupped his hands to his lips.

“Everybody out of the way!” He boomed.

Sure enough, the eyes of the grateful villagers turned to him, as well as his brother’s. Fili gave him a nod. Enough of the crowd stepped out of Kili’s path that he could break through and Fili quickly followed.

With the celebratory noise silenced, all anyone could hear was the wrenching cries coming from within the house.

“I’ve got it.” Kili burst through the door and thrust the arrowhead at Hallam, who was doing his best to hold you down and apply pressure to stop some of your bleeding.

Every time something touched your shoulder or arm, however, it felt as though white-hot claws were digging into your skin, so your body couldn’t help but try and fight him off of you. Your eyes were so blinded by tears, you didn’t see the dwarven princes enter. It was Kili’s voice that was able to soothe your racing mind.

“I’m here now,” he said.

“You,” Hallam barked at Fili. “Apply pressure while I try and figure out what’s doing this.” When he removed his hand, you almost breathed a sigh of relief, but Fili’s replaced it, making you cry out all over again.

Kili laid a hand on your cheek. “I know, darling. I know it hurts. I’m sorry.”

He silenced the sob caught in his throat. What you needed now was strength. His weakness would do nothing to save you.

“Oromȅ help us,” Hallam muttered, standing over the broken arrow, his face turned ghostly pale.

“What is it?” Fili hollered over your thrashing. “Can you save her?”

Hallam’s eyes gave him his answer.

Kili leapt across the bench and took the man by the collar. “You have to do something,” he growled, tears threatening to spill over.

Hallam put his hands on top of the dwarves and urged them away from him. He thought for a moment.

“There may be something, but we must work quickly, and I’m afraid it’s going to be very unpleasant for her.”

Kili looked at you. Clenching your jaw shut to try and stop your cries, you nodded. He faced Hallam.

“Do it.”

The healer threw open his cabinets and grasped a handful of what looked like dried flower bulbs. He crushed them up with a mortar and then, with a dark look, he set them alight. The bits crackled and burst with the flame. He hovered the bowl over your injury.

Kili grabbed his wrist. “Are you mad?” He stared at the reddish-pink fire, making his eyes water even more.

“It may be our only hope,” Hallam said. He put on a thick leather glove and shifted his gaze between the two brothers. “I’ll need you to hold her down. This is going to hurt.”

Kili’s wide eyes found his brother’s. Fili tightened his grip on your arm and moved a hand to your knee. He gave Kili a look that asked if they had any other choice.

You watched them through half-closed eyes, almost hoping your body would render you unconscious once again if only to stop you from feeling this pain. But if these were the last moments you had with your beloved… you didn’t want to waste them.

Kili put an arm across your chest and leaned down, pressing a kiss to your burning forehead.

Hallam poured the fiery mixture and the smell of burning flesh and sizzling blood flooded Kili’s senses.

Your screams before were whispers compared to the sounds that shook your chest. Hallam smashed his hand against your wound, ensuring that the herbs stayed put while you thrashed and fought against the two dwarves holding you down.

“Kili, make it stop!” You shrieked. Any thought of being healed was lost to your blinded mind. All you wanted was for it to end. “Kili, please!”

“Steady,” Hallam instructed. He began to wrap the still-smoking wound, sealing everything into your skin.

Kili held himself against you, his head against your chest. His tears fell to your tunic and he screwed his eyes shut, listening to the rapid beating of your heart.

“There,” Hallam gasped breathlessly. Your seizing slowed until you were still.

“Is that it?” Fili asked. “Is she healed?”

Kili did not lift his head. He stayed there as your heart began to slow to a normal pace. When he opened his eyes, Hallam couldn't face them.

“If the poison has failed to reach her heart, she will live.”

Fili glanced down at you and then back to the healer. “And if it has?”

Hallam removed his glove and set it aside, along with the smoldering bowl. “Then there is nothing any of us can do.”

Kili sat up but kept his arm across your torso. Your chest rose and fell with great effort. With his other hand, he rubbed soothing circles against your palm.

“How are we to know?” He asked.

Hallam sighed and finally turned around. “If she makes it through the night.” He left to allow them to say their possible goodbyes and said to fetch him if there was any change in her condition.

And so the room fell into silence, with only the sound of the crackling fire and your strained breaths. Outside, the celebration continued as if nothing had happened.

“You should go,” you uttered weakly. “Both of you. We were never a crew to turn down a party.” You managed a laugh and squeezed Kili’s hand. “We won.”

“There is still a battle that must be fought, my love.” He brought your hand to his lips.

Your smile saddened. “No,” you swallowed. “I don’t believe there is.” You forced your head to turn so you could look upon the man you could have called brother. “Fili, could you give us a moment?”

He knelt on the bench beside you, his hand still on your arm.

“Only if you promise to still be here when I come back,” he said.

“I will try.”

Fili gave his brother a nod of reassurance and you a kiss on the forehead. He joined Hallam in the other room.

The silence returned as you mustered the courage to say what you needed.

“Kili-”

“There is always still a fight. You heard what Hallam said. All isn’t lost, my light.” The crack in his hopeful voice was enough to break your already weakened heart.

You spoke again, but firmer so he would have to listen. “Kili, listen to me. I need you to promise me something.” With all of your strength, you tried to sit up.

Kili climbed onto the table to pull you into his lap. His arms held you close to his chest. If this was to be your final rest, you were glad it was locked in his embrace.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll find it,” you cried. “All your life you have been searching to belong. Searching for a home. Promise me that you and Fili will find it.”

Kili, unable to contain his grief, buried his face in your neck, kissing your skin with his sobs. You ran your fingers through his hair and glanced out at the stars.

“I always pictured it,” you mused. “Our home.”

You could see it now as you told him of it.

“There would be shelves upon shelves full of stories from our adventures. And a spare room for when Fili came to stay,” you laughed. In your mind, Kili’s smile on the face of a little girl and a boy with your eyes sent pangs through your heart. You held him closer. “And targets in the yard where you could teach archery to the children.”

He pulled away, his tearful eyes gazing deeply into yours.

Kili knew, now more than ever, that the only place he would ever really belong was by your side.

“Let us be married,” he said.

You laughed and it became a cough. “I’m afraid flattery will not slow the inevitable, dear.”

“It is not jest. I mean it.” Kili reached under his collar and pulled a chain from around his neck. Around it hung two rings, both of glistening silver. One band bore Kili’s crest and the other was crowned with a clear, white gem that sparkled like starlight. “I have been a fool to wait until now, but, if you will have me, I don’t want to put off another moment.”

You wanted to object. You couldn’t bind the man you loved to a phantom. He deserved more than that. But the hope in his eyes and the smile playing on his lips stopped you. If you were to leave this world, you wanted to do so as his wife.

You lifted your hand to his cheek. “I want nothing more than to marry you.”

The despair in his heart was pushed aside by a bright excitement and he called in Hallam and his brother.

“What is it, what happened?”

Kili looked to the other man. “You’re this village’s holy man, as well, correct?”

Hallam frowned. “I can perform the last rites ceremony, if that is what you wish.”

“No, it isn’t that.” Kili shifted so you were fully in his arms and could lean against him for strength. “Will you marry us?”

“Now?” Fili exclaimed.

You gave him a weak smile. “Now may be the only time.”

“Of course,” Hallam said, bustling around to find the correct texts.

It wasn’t as you imagined, of course, but as Hallam read the words, the rest of the world fell away. All that was left was you, the man you loved, and the rings.

Fili even seemed to tear up from his place by the fire.

You slipped the ring onto Kili’s finger, reveling in the spark of his touch. It alone gave you the energy to stay awake.

He took your hand in his and put on the ring, pressing your hand against his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“With my brother as witness, let us not waste another moment,” he cried. “Let this binding of our souls mean that we can never be parted.” Kili kissed your lips as if for the last time. “You are my wife. And nothing in this life will ever take me from you. Not even the end of it.”

“It is done,” Hallam sighed with a small, bittersweet smile. He could only hope you would live long enough for it to matter.

“Kili,” you gasped, your grip tightening on his tunic as another shock of pain rushed through you. He held you tighter.

“Amrâlimê,” he whispered. “Stay with me. Please.”

You spoke with panting, agonized breaths. “At least I may sleep… home in your arms.” You lifted yourself to kiss him one more time. “For you were the only home I ever needed.”

“Do not part from me, I beg you,” his words choked on sobs. “I love you.”

“And I you.”

You closed your eyes.

Kili collapsed against you, pulling you so tightly to his chest that Fili could not tell where he ended and you began. His cries filled the cottage- shaking screams of anguish that quaked through his whole being.

And the stars, in their cruelness, shined on.

Three Weeks Later

The sword clashed against his vambrace. The impact vibrated down his arm and sent him reeling. The man swung again and Kili barely blocked it with his own weapon.

This was not going well.

The band of thieves had at first seemed easy enough to defeat, but with the final three and strongest men left, things were looking bleak for the dwarf princes.

Kili fell back, his foot catching on a fallen branch. The man sneered and raised a death blow.

A flash of silver and a garbled gasp sent blood spattering across Kili’s face. The man’s hand went to his throat, where a dagger now resided. The thief fell with a sick thud.

Kili turned to his rescuer.

You held out your hand.

“That’s four for me and,” you tapped your chin with a smirk, “only two for you. Foiled again, ay darling?”

Kili took your hand and pulled you down to him. Laughing, you tumbled onto his chest. Any aches from your shoulder had long since faded, the miracle of Hallam’s healing having done its job.

His lips collided with yours with fervor.

“Ah, well I’m glad you two turned up fine while I caught the rest of them,” Fili huffed, appearing from the brush with an annoyed frown. He jutted a thumb to two tied-up thieves that would face the laws of the city they’d stolen from.

The two of you carried on just as he found you.

“Right.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll take care of it myself.”

When you did finally pull away, you snickered at Fili’s annoyance and Kili wrapped his arms around you, locking you pressed to his chest. You looked into his eyes and saw everything you’d ever dreamed of. He looked into yours and saw everything he’d almost lost. The darkness of the memory overtook him, but only for a moment. You kissed the tip of his nose and his smile returned.

“My husband,” you mused with a playful grin.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and kept his hand on your cheek. His gaze held enough love to reach the stars.

“My home.”

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