different anon, but i really liked the prompt list you linked. if you're looking to write another one i would like to see how you'd use #3 "i cannot change my feelings for you, believe me i fucking tried." for fili. feel free to lose the F bomb if it interferes with the middle earth vibe. have a good day!
for Fíli? Abso-freaking-lutely 🥹🫶🏼
(No warnings - F bomb removed)
Music echoed through Erebor’s great hall as you slipped away, the corridors growing quieter the farther you went until the only sound left was the soft scrape of your boots against the stone floor. You told yourself that was why you’d come out here.
“You’re getting very good at disappearing.”
Fíli leaned against the stone arch behind you, arms crossed, though you knew that there was nothing casual about the way he was looking at you.
“I’m not avoiding you,” you said, the words falling from your mouth far too quickly to be convincing.
His brow lifted. “You haven’t spoken more than five words to me in a week.”
You avoided Fíli’s gaze, focusing instead on the flickering shadows stretching across the corridor walls as guilt slowly crept in. He noticed. Of course he did. Fíli always noticed when it came to you.
“So have I,” he replied, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to you. “That’s never stopped you before.”
You exhaled slowly. “Things are different now.”
“Because I’m a prince?” he asked.
“Yes.” The word landed harder than you meant it to.
Hurt flickered across his face but he didn’t step back. “And what does that make you?”
You hesitated. “Someone who doesn’t belong in that world.”
“It is,” you insisted, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze. His eyes searched yours so openly it nearly unraveled you. “You have duties, expectations, people who rely on you. You can’t just choose—”
“Because it’s not just about you anymore!”
“It’s never just been about me,” he shot back, frustration slipping through at last. “Not since the Company. Not since you.”
You swallowed hard, throat tightening painfully. “That’s exactly why this has to stop.”
“This?” His voice dropped. “You mean whatever it is between us that you refuse to name?”
The certainty in his tone made your breath hitch.
“You don’t get to end something we’ve never even allowed ourselves to start,” he said.
You released a shaky breath. “I’m trying to do the right thing.”
His jaw tightened. “You keep saying that like I don’t get a say.”
“I understand perfectly,” he interrupted, stepping closer again, near enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from him in the cold corridor air. “You’re afraid. Not of me—but of what this means.”
“Of course I am. This could complicate everything.” You murmured.
“Then let it,” he said plainly.
You shook your head, taking a step back. “Fíli, please, just let this go.”
Something in him snapped, not into anger, but into something far more honest. “I cannot change my feelings for you,” he said, the words breaking free. “Believe me, I tried.”
“I told myself it wasn’t right. That it wouldn’t work. That you’d leave, or I’d have to,” he continued, voice quieter now but unwavering. “I tried to bury it beneath duty, beneath expectations, beneath everything waiting for me here.” His eyes locked onto yours. “But none of it mattered.”
Your throat tightened as tears slowly pooled in your eyes, tears threatening to fall with every passing second.
“It still doesn’t,” he added. “Not compared to this.”
“Fíli…” Your voice wavered.
“No,” he said gently, but firmly. “If you’re going to walk away from me, at least be honest about why.”
You looked down, your resolve unraveling. “Because I love you.” The confession came out softer than you expected, barely above a whisper, but it struck between you like a blow. “And loving you means knowing I don’t fit in your future.”
For a heartbeat neither of you moved. Then he stepped closer again, closing the distance you’d tried so desperately to create until there was barely space left between you at all. “You don’t get to decide my future for me,” he said quietly. “You’re already in it.”
“That’s not how it works.”
You almost laughed, breath shaky. “You make it sound so easy.”
A small smile touched his face then, softer than before, though his eyes never left yours. “I don’t think it’ll be easy,” he admitted honestly. “I just think it’ll be worth it.”
You searched his face carefully, desperately, looking for hesitation and uncertainty, but you found none. There was only warmth. Certainty. Love so painfully clear it made your chest ache.
“This could change everything,” you whispered.
Your heart twisted painfully at the simple answer. You tried to be reasonable, distant, sensible. You tried to convince yourself that wanting him was selfish. Slowly, almost cautiously, finally surrendering to the inevitable, you let your hand brush against his.
This time, he didn’t hesitate. His fingers closed around yours instantly, warm and sure. “Stay,” he said, quieter now, not as a command, nor as a plea, but in quiet hope.
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