#fikiweek2019

FiKi Week 2019: Second Chances!

As has become tradition, we are offering a second chances week for anyone who didn’t get to participate like they wanted in FiKi Week!  One difference this year: we have a couple new prompts, in case someone just wants some inspiration.  

FiKi Week Second Chances will be the week of July 21-27th! As always, all fanworks inspired by Fili and Kili are longed for: headcanons, fics, art, musings, music, anything!  Let’s show our princes some love this year <3 

The Prompts:

For each day, there are two prompts: a quote and a new one-word prompt, if you want to stir the imagination again!

Day One: “I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night”  New: Flowers

Day Two: “Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you’re tired” New: Ink

Day Three: “For each age is a dream that is dying, or one that is coming to birth” New: City

Day Four: “Love is friendship that has caught fire”/Friends and Lovers New: Pet

Day Five: “I believe…that laughter is the only cure for grief.  And I believe that love is stronger than death.” New: Mystery

Day Six :“ Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure… than to live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.” New: Dangerous

Day Seven: “I’m interested in new worlds, new universes, new challenges.” New: Dragon

Day one from “The Old Astronomer” by Sarah Williams, Day Two by, Day Three from “Ode” by Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Day Four by Ann Landers, Day Five from Robert Fulghum,Day Six from Teddy Roosevelt, Day Seven from Alfonso Cuaron

Organization

Since tags have passed into the netherworld, we will keep up with prompts using

this Google form

please fill it out when you post a response, so it will be added to

this master list!

This way, we can make our annual gatherum post with all the prompts neatly linked.  

“Listen to me, because I will say this only once and I need you to get it through to your thick skull!” the blond hisses, “I love you, alright?! I love you more than anything I have ever cared about! Two weeks ago they have nearly shot you dead right before my eyes and I thought I was going insane! No, not metaphorically, literally, genuinely, insane! So when you ask me to leave you behind, you might as well ask me to shoot myself! I can’t, I won’t, I will never, ever leave you again!”

Fili is frustrated; he’s afraid, he’s hurt.

Most of all, he’s angry with himself, and completely transparent to his best friend.

In the near-complete darkness of the tiny cupboard Kili carefully allows himself to draw one hand around Fili’s waist in a completely intuitive gesture of support, as they both duck instinctively, when the ground trembles.

---- Between the Boards and Additional Scenes

FiKi Week Second Chances - Day 4: “Love is friendship that has caught fire.”

In my defence, I was desperate to get the photoset for this story for this quote. My Muse just took a detour through, oh, 3 other photosets or so...

Bonus Fullsize Boards Fili

So this is an officially unofficial sequel to “In Golden Script,” which I wrote...my goodness...five years ago.  You don’t necessarily have to read that one to understand this one.  Just know this is when they are reborn to build the new world.

Day One: I have loved the stars too dearly to be fearful of the night.

They woke in each other’s arms.

It was dark, and cold, beyond their hands tangled together between them.  They woke, and stretched, and rose from the stone into a bright, empty plain.  

Around them, others rose, most in pairs, some alone, everyone blinking and staring, murmuring to each other.  Names came to their lips.

“Fíli? Kíli asked, even as Fíli said, “Kíli?”

They smiled at each other, and laughter bubbled up as the lines scrawled on their arms pulsed with joy.

“You’re mine,” Fíli said, his voice wondering.

“I’m yours,” Kíli agreed, his eyes shining.

It was all they knew, in those first days as the world was reborn.  Whoever they had been, whatever had happened to them, was gone now: the fears, the deaths, the joys, the laughter.  They were names and marks in gold and silver.

They found others, names they distantly recognized, faces they knew.  When they found <i>Mother</i> and <i>Father</i> they finally let each other go, tugged into fierce embraces. The new world was filled with reunions.

Two of their kind remained in sleep. Fíli and Kíli felt a tug to them both: a cousin, a friend. They were waiting.  The children of Mahal would not recreate the world alone.

The days were long. The reborn dwarves moved among the grasses and began to build.  They built hills, and planned mountains, marked out plateaus and dug spaces for lakes and rivers.  “The others will come,” Balin said, and they believed him.  This is what they were meant to do, at the beginning of the world, create an unshakeable base for the others to fill with flowers and fruit trees and vines.  

The nights were dark, and the sky endless.  The reborn went back to the stone, afraid of the nothing that filled the night hours. They saw well at night, but not enough to work efficiently.  They were creatures of stone who did not care for the never-ending map of the sky.  

Kíli was not afraid. He stared up into the stars and felt something tug at his heart.  They didn’t need rest as such, not yet.  They would build the world before they became mortal again, all young and strong and healthy. So he didn’t rest.  He walked out into the grasses and climbed the hills and lay back among the grasses.  There would be flowers soon.  The Elves were coming.

There was shuffling ans a few loose rocks rolling, and Kíli sat up to see the shine of gold in the moonlight.  His chest filled with familiar warmth and he held out a hand.  “Fíli.”

“Kíli.”  

Fíli sat cross-legged beside him and took his hand, tangling their fingers together.  Kíli sighed happily and leaned against Fíli’s side. They’re hands were rough and calloused from days spent building the rolling hills.  

“Do you remember apples?”

The question was random, but Kíli concentrated on it, trying to remember.  A sensation of sweetness crossed his lips and he licked them thoughtfully.  “Yes. They grew on trees.  We saw them in . . .” he could see it in his eye, a memory flickering and solidifying: round houses in the earth, small people, curly hair and wide eyes.  

“I think the Hobbits will make them again,” Fíli said.  He glanced almost shyly at Kíli.  “I’d like to split one with you when they do.”

Kíli beamed, moonlight in the night.  He leaned in and pressed his lips to Fíli’s cheek, the edge of his lips.  “I think,” he said, and then changed, “I know, we will share everything.  Even our memories, when they return.”

“You think they will?” Fíli was a little breathless from the sensation, from Kíli being so close.  His heart beat faster and in a moment, a million images of Kíli’s smiles flittered through his mind.  

 Kili shrugged.  “I think so.  I hope so.  I know I love you.  It wouldn’t be right not to remember why.”  

“I think I always knew you,” Fili said.

 They sat in silence for a moment until Fíli sighed and laid back.  He tugged Kíli along, and smiled as Kíli wrapped comfortably around him. Their bodies knew how to curve together, a physical memory.  

“Why do you come out here and stare at the stars?” Fíli asked quietly, running his fingers through tangled brown hair.  They moved easily, unknotting gently with the ease of long practice.  He saw a little face with Kíli’s eyes, missing teeth and leaves stuck in the tangles.  

Kíli was silent a moment. It wasn’t like him; he rarely thought carefully before he spoke.  They could already see they were different in this way.  “Because they make me think of you,” he said slowly.  “They make me feel like . . . like something amazing happened. Before.  Under the stars.  When I see our friends, I think of it.  When I see where Bofur sleeps still, I think, ‘there was a person important to him, and they knew each other under the stars, but they aren’t here yet.’   I think, ‘I fell in love in the night, under great trees and beside rivers, and at the foot of a mountain.’  I think terrible things happened, but beautiful ones, too.  I think we ended our lives and began them under the sky.  And…and I think it hasn’t changed.  Whatever we don’t remember, they do.”  He didn’t look at Fíli while he said it, and a blush warmed his cheeks.  “I’m not afraid of it, like the others.”

Fíli was watching him. He saw the starlight reflected in Kíli’s eyes and felt love so powerful it ached.  “You’re beautiful here, brother,” he whispered, and Kíli’s eyes widened, and he turned his head, and he started laughing because, yes-

For a moment, they stare at each other - those blue eyes flicker over his face and down his chest and up again, and apropos of nothing, the love of Kili’s life says, “You should think about brushing your hair.”

Kili grins, because it’s exactly the right thing to say, even if he doesn’t know why.   He reaches out, not feeling at all daring but instead fully justified, and catches the soft end of the braid the man wears in the midst of his low ponytail.  He lifts it in his fingers (suddenly too long and too pale in his eyes, but it’s fine) and presses a kiss to the gently curling strands, the texture familiar against the sensitive skin of his lips.

“Cheeky,” the man murmurs, and Kili grins against his prize and says: “You love it.”

A breath.

A world, a million unknown memories clicking into place, and then:“I do,” softly, and Kili knows he’ll never again be truly alone.

---- Kisses 17, 18 and 26 by @dragonquill

FiKi Week Second Chances - Day 3: “For each age is a dream that is dying, or one that is coming to birth”

Later, when he was tired and achy, lying limp across the sticky sheets with half-lidded eyes, Fíli leaned in close.  He draped an arm over Kíli’s body, pressing his nose in the damp hairs at the base of the brunet’s neck.  Kíli eased back into the embrace, turning his head towards the kisses behind his ear with a muffled noise of contentment.   And then Fíli spoke, whispered words along with a wisp of air that tickled his neck and startled him from his sleepy haze.  They were words he desperately wanted to hear, that he never thought he would.

He cried.  Silent tears dripped from his eyes, the brunet’s slender shoulders shaking while Fili shushed him and held him close.

Even if he never heard those words again it was alright.

He knew.

---- Noxious, part of the Kings of Carven Stone series by @shinigami714

FiKi Week Second Chances - Day 6: Dangerous

Bonus Fullsize Lion’s Tooth Fili for all your, ah, personal needs.

FiKi Week, 2019: June 23-29

It’s time to plan for FiKi Week!  This year, the week is June 23-29th, and as always, all fanworks inspired by Fili and Kili are longed for: headcanons, fics, art, musings, music, anything!  Let’s show our princes some love this year <3

The Prompts:

For each day, there are two prompts: this year’s theme prompt, which is a quote from a song, poem, etc, and a more conventional prompt if you prefer those.  

Day One: “I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night”/Stars

Day Two: “Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you’re tired”/Lazy Afternoons

Day Three: “For each age is a dream that is dying, or one that is coming to birth”/Rebirth

Day Four: “Love is friendship that has caught fire”/Friends and Lovers

Day Five: “I believe...that laughter is the only cure for grief.  And I believe that love is stronger than death.”/Laughter

Day Six :" Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.”/Daring

Day Seven: “I’m interested in new worlds, new universes, new challenges.”/Alternates

Day one from “The Old Astronomer” by Sarah Williams, Day Two by, Day Three from “Ode” by Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Day Four by Ann Landers, Day Five from Robert Fulghum,Day Six from Teddy Roosevelt, Day Seven from Alfonso Cuaron

Organization

Since tags have passed into the netherworld, we will keep up with prompts using

this Google form

please fill it out when you post a response, so it will be added to

this master list!

This way, we can make our annual gatherum post with all the prompts neatly linked.  

In his secret imaginings, Kili sneaked out of bed an hour early, leaving his comfortably snoozing beloved to dream of cute and fluffy things while Kili tiptoed into the kitchen and prepared a breakfast fit for a king, full of bacon and cinnamon rolls and eggs and tomatoes and toast and- In reality, he woke up with thirty minutes and the knowledge of how to make a decent boiled egg and cinnamon toast.

It'd do.

--- The Gulf of Lune by @dragonquill

FiKi Week - Day 2: “Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you’re tired”