#arrowsandmischief

19.Your muse trying to share a scarf with mine

Somewhere along the lines she felt her dislike for dwarves slip away. Instead, she had grown fond of one or two of them. They were stubborn, possessing a loyalty to their homeland like no other. It warmed her heart to see such a thing, she could very well relate to those exact emotions. Tauriel would do anything for her people and her King, just as they would do.

In particular one dwarf had stood out from all the others, a fellow archer no less. Quite often within their stay did she invite him along for shooting practice, and very rarely did he ever decline. Even on a cold day like this they were found outside, as they had been for quite some time.

 “You look like you’re freezing”

It was statement more than a question, and despite how the cold had settled into her skin she was not ready to return.

“I shall be fine”

She replied hastily, drawing her bow once more before firing an arrow out and into a target. It seemed her answer was not satisfactory for the dwarf, within a few seconds of her answer he was standing at her side.

“Tauriel, you’re not dressed warmly enough to stay out here”

She could hear the concern in his voice, although it did not deter her from pulling the bowstring back once more. It was not until his hand caught the string that she turned her attention to him.

“I am fine”

The frown upon his face only deepened, prompting a stare down between the two of them.

“Put this one then”

His hands tugged at the deep red scarf around his neck, motioning for her to lean down so he could place it around her.

“I do not requi-“

“Please?”

It was obvious he would not end this until she did as requested, much to her displeasure. None the less she leaned down, watching curiously as he tucked the scarf around her neck before he was satisfied.

“See? Now you’ll be a bit warmer”

Send me a •3• and i will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine.

With everything I’ve ever done

I bet this time of night you’re still up

I should ink my skin with your name

Growing old is getting old

// *slowly raises hand* don’t forget about me *_* imu

Arrowsandmisc is a rp blog for Kili, which I thinks makes them pretty cool. 

After handing his reports for the day, Fili headed to his locker and grabbed fresh clothing to wash up. It was finally his time to relax and after showering he slipped into his comfortable grey sweat pants and a dark green tank top. Reaching his room he bumped with his roommate, “On duty now, soldier?” he asked with a grin clearly seeing his friend all dressed and ready to start his shift, “Sadly,” he responded, “How are things out there?”  Fili gave him a look with a raised brow, “Sea. Sea. And further to your right, even more sea,” his friend gave him an unimpressed expression, “Ha haaa…”  which made Fili chuckle, “Well I could use other proper names for it such as ocean, saline aquatic solution, big blue puddle, briny deep, salt-” the soldier on duty past by him, “Alright, alright, smartass…fuck. I really can’t wait to dock. Every girl that passes by me that I thought were ugly are highly attractive to me at this point,” and Fili nodded in agreement as he saluted the soldier off.

Stretching his arms and neck he hopped on his bed, which was the top bunk, where he had his laptop all charged and ready for his nightly chat with his favorite person in the world. He plugged his earphones to the designated portal and dipped them on each ear as he waited for his machine to load. He absently played with his dog tags as the screen fully loaded and soon enough he hit the blue icon that connected him with his loved one no matter where he was. He smiled when he saw the online status and clicked on it to open up a window just for the two of them to chat.

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Fili in the Kraken: Is that pot I smell in your room?