(autopl.) innikh dê

“ far over the misty mountains rise, leave us standing upon the height. what was before we see once more is our kingdom a distant light. fiery mountain beneath the moon. the words unspoken, we'll be there soon. for home a song that echoes on and all who find us will know the tune. “

          he could not help but release a sigh, somewhat relieved that anna had been in fact saying those words due to his gift to her. there’s a nonchalant shrug in response. “it is cram, princess anna. it has been known to sustain travelers over long journeys.” there’s a loud laugh at the woman’s version of a curse, a smirk making its way across his thin lips. “holy cats? my lady, you do have such a BEAUTIFUL way with words. i will be sure to inform the men of dale and esgaroth of your love for their food.”

       “love?” it was strange to hear such a word, especially escaping the lips of a princess. the word was something that kíli hardly ever used. the only time that he used it was whenever he knew he HAD to. but he was confused as to whether or not this situation required him to reciprocate such feelings. all he could do was stare at the auburn haired girl, brows furrowed in mild confusion. “you must be mistaken, my lady.”