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"This is Y/n, Princess of the kingdom of Belegost." Y/n bowed to us with a genuine smile on her face, and we did the same to her "My lady, these are prince Fíli, Heir of the throne of Erebor, and prince Kíli."

"At your service." we both spoke, right after I stepped to her to kiss her hand. "I've heard legends of your beauty, but none make you justice." And it was true.

Y/n, despite being a dwarf, descended directly from the elves of Caras Galadhon. She was an actual miracle of our time, and it had been said to me that possessed a beauty never seen in middle earth.

"You don't look so bad yourself." she smoothly replied. "As my father used to say, though, true beauty lays inside of oneself."

"My brother has a heart of gold." Kíli assured her. "I'm sure you'll get to see it sooner rather than later." I halfsmiled at my brother's words. "or maybe later rather than sooner, he's a little thick, and a little slow."

"Kíli." I called him, turning to throw daggers at him with my eyes.

"What?" he then grinned at Y/n, "It's only the truth." who was now chuckling, with a playful look on his gaze.

"My lord, I will now take the Princess to her stances."

"Do not," I ordered, taking a couple more steps to be before her. "I'll take her myself." I extended my hand for her to take.

"How chivalrous." She teased walking besides me. "are you trying to make a good impression?"

"Maybe." I tended her a hand the help her down the stairs. "Is it working?"

She took my hand with a grin and slightly pulled up her dress in order not to step on it. "Maybe."

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

As soon as they had walked away from the stance, my smile faded and an uneasy frown appeared in my face.

I had seen her at the gates. We ran into each other, but she was wearing a traveling cloak and I didn't connect the dots.

"Apologies m'lady." I quickly spoke, steadying her with both my hands so she wouldn't fall. "I was in a hurry."

"It's alright, I was distracted." it was only then, when she took off the hood, that I was left speechless. "Cat has got your tongue?" She teased with a grin as I let go her forearms.

"Your beauty took all words away from me." I replied as fast as I could.

"Not all, apparently." she responded. "Would you mind pointing me the direction to the place where I shall wait for the king?"

"Thorin's not here, but someone will receive you in the throne's hall— Ori!" I made a sign and my friend came to us. "I would take you there myself, but as I said, I am in a hurry."

"Thank you anyway."

I felt the smile growing in my face. "My pleasure."

'She's beautiful', I had said, but what meant was 'she's too beautiful'.

I knew I was damned the moment she smiled at me, I just didn't know how damned I was— not yet, at least.

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READER'S P. O. V.

"Ouch!" I flinched when the needle fixing the side of my dress stung my skin.

Having to stand on a velvet footstool with my arms over my head for over half an hour was already uncomfortable and exhausting enough, needless to say I wasn't in the mood for a stray needle to pierce my skin.

"Apologies, m'lady." the servant muttered, retrieving the needle and the thread and starting again.

"Just get over with it already." I groaned in desperation. "Is this even necessary?"

"Of course! you must look perfect tonight."

"I think she already looks perfect." both our heads turned to the door in order to see a fancy dressed Fíli standing there. "Cease tormenting the princess already."

The servant nodded and stopped whatever sewing had been attempting to do on the side of the dress. "my knight in shining armor." I offered him a relieved smile and he responded with a chuckle. "what are you doing here?"

"My garments needed a retouch." A seamstress chasing him prompted Fíli to move into the room and lift his arms, and so he did. "And I heard that beautiful voice of yours from the other side of the room, so I had to come."

"Smooth." I commented, receiving a proud shrug in exchange.

"I apologize for tonight." the frown in my face let him know he had to explain further. "You've just arrived from a long journey, I doubt you're in the mood for a party."

"I won't lie to you," I pursed my lips in a thin line and gave him an apologetic smile. "attending to a dwarvish celebration is the last thing I wish for."

"And what does the princess wish for?"

"Sleep?" we both chuckled. "And maybe some time alone with my intended. I'd like to get to know him."

He nodded with the ghost of a smile twitching the corners of his lips. "I'll make sure you can escape the party as soon as possible." he assured me, finally lowering his arms. "If I can, I'll walk you to your chambers. We can take the long way and chat for a while." his eyes were hopeful, and his half smile sincere.

"That'd make the party worth it." he nodded, the half smile mutating into a beam.

"Brother," Kíli rushed into the room, stalking straight to his brother. "Thorin is back, he requested—" due to his focus on the commended task, he almost missed me.

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

The corner of my eye first caught the glittering silver of her dress, which led my gaze to acknowledge her form.

There she stood, over the stool; her long gown majestically fell past her feet and gave her an even more divine aura.

I wouldn't have noticed that my jaw had dropped if not for my brother, digging his elbow in my ribs.

"Stop staring at my intended." he jokingly scolded me. "are you planning on stealing her from me?" he wiggled his brows at me and Y/n laughed.

"Pffft no!" Y/n snorted behind me and Fíli gave us a smug grin.

"So?"

"Yeah, Thorin." I cleared my throat, fighting to tear my eyes away from her. "he wants to see you. It's important."

"Did he say what it was about?" I shook my head no and my brother sighed, signaling the servants to stop working on his regal clothing. "I must go now." he spoke to Y/n with apologetic eyes.

She nodded and my brother walked past me, making his way to where Thorin would be waiting for him.

"Heir duties?"

Y/n words caught me off hand, and at first I could only nod with my eyes way too open. "It seemed like it."

"Must be exhausting— would you lend me a hand?" One hand fisted her dress and lifted it up, the other was now extended towards me.

I eagerly nodded and stepped to her, "It must be," taking her hand in mine and holding her forearm in order to offer her some extra support. "though I wouldn't know."

"Me neither, thank Mahal." she carefully let the gown's end down on the floor and gave me brief, playful grin. "Being the younger sibling has its advantages, doesn't it?"

Of course, she was the youngest of Three siblings, how could I forget?

I looked away with a knowing chuckle, just for my eyes to return to her shortly after. "It certainly does, my lady."

"Don't call me 'my lady' as if I was above you."

"You kind of are." I replied with my eyebrows raised and one of the corners of my lips lifted.

"No I'm not!" her voice sounded outraged, but in a theatrical way.

"As you wish," I subtly bowed. "my lady."

She shook her head, letting out a soft laughter. "You're already insufferable."

"But I'm making you laugh." her eyes rolled, a smile pulling at her lips again. "You'll come to put up with me."

"You will be at the party, I hope?" I nodded, a bit taken aback by her question. "Great, because I feel like your brother will have more Heir duties to attend, and I don't wanna be alone."

"I'll keep your company." I involuntarily winked at her, triggering her eyes to part from me for a second, a timid smile making its way to her gaze. "May I tell my brother to pick you up tonight?"

"That would be nice, yes."

"Then you must excuse me." she gave me a quick nod and bowed to me. I mimicked her actions and left to go and tell my brother.

I think I secretly wished for him to tell me he could not pick her up, but I would never admit it out loud.

In the dimly lit room where candles illuminated what the fireplace could not, he leaned back into you, seating himself between your thighs as your fingertips ran across his scalp, massaging and playing with his hair. A sigh left his lips as he felt himself feeling more relaxed, but tension still gnawed at him from the inside. A shiver ran through him as his back met flush with your abdomen, and you stopped your ministrations, your fingers pausing amidst his brown tresses.

“You’re nervous.” You said, your voice disturbing the crackling of the fire as you observed him. It had been a little while since you two could be like this, safe and warm as you both consumed each other’s company in the silence of your shared room. Your love’s royal lineage kept him busy as of late, and so it was only on nights like this where you two could share a tender moment together.

He took a deep breath, trying to relax. “You’re very warm,” he said.

“We’ve done this countless times, Kíli,” you said, continuing what you were doing as your fingers danced in his hair, now gathering some strands to begin your braid. He gave a nervous chuckle as his head leaned into your touch, his deep brown eyes looking up at you. 

“I know, amrâlimê,” he breathed, his eyes glinting with reflections of the candles’ flame. “But this is what you do to me.” Every time, without fail, you left him breathless. Even now, as the fire danced and brightened your face, he found his heart racing and his skin on fire. He reached behind him, taking your hand that was fixed on braiding and trailing down his face, then his neck, then his chest until it was placed over his beating heart. “I cannot control it.”

You smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead, his eyes closing as he lovingly received it. It seemed as though braiding would have to wait. “Why do you still get so nervous when you’re with me?”

A small silence fell over him as he studied your face. Even in the dark, you were beautiful. You seemed to walk in a completely different world than him, made of light and warmth and strength. He had thought so ever since he had met you. “I want to be the best I can be when I’m with you,” he said. “You deserve that much.”

“Amrâlimê,” you frowned, cupping his cheek. “You have nothing to prove to me. I am and always will be yours. That is all I deserve.” You placed another soft kiss on his warm skin, his eyes closing as he exhaled from the feeling. Slowly but surely, he was beginning to relax from the stress and pressure of his life and day. 

“You are much more than I deserve,” he said, reaching a hand of his own to rest itself in your hair, his touch tender and careful. You took his hand, bringing it to your lips as you planted a kiss to each of his knuckles.

“Don’t speak so lowly of yourself, my love,” you sighed. “Or shall I prove to you once again how much you mean to me?”

A kind smile crossed his face as he now turned in place to face you from a better angle. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, then your cheek, and then finally rested his forehead against yours. “Not if I do so first,” he said, his hands now leaving yours to cup your face.

“Is that a challenge?” You raised a brow, glad to see he was beginning to actually enjoy himself.

Another kiss met your lips, and you smiled. “You’re so quick to seek competition,” he joked. “It drives me crazy.”

“Mm, is that so?” You teased, kissing his nose.

A sigh left him as he looked into your eyes, and you had never felt so safe. When you were with him, nothing else mattered. He nodded his head. “It’s hard for me to think clearly when I’m around you, my love.”

“Then don’t hold back,” you said. “Go ahead, it’s okay to give in.”

His eyes flitted back to your lips for a moment, before meeting your gaze once more. “You would let me?”

“I would let you have me in any way if it meant I could feel you here with me,” you said. He drew a breath at this comment, slowly becoming more and more entranced by you as he felt himself becoming undone by your words and implications. Once more, his eyes snaked to your lips until finally, he leaned in, placing his slightly chapped lips on your more soft ones.

Your hands wandered up from his shoulders to his neck until they finally met their destination in his brown tresses, the idea of braids long forgotten as your fingertips tangled themselves in his hair. His strong arms supported you as you leaned down to kiss him, your lips dancing together in a soft dance of reunion that the two of you hadn’t had in some time now. How long had it been since the last time? 

It felt like forever ago, but Kíli was quick to fix that as he pulled away to trail kisses all over your face. His lips peppered your cheeks, then your jawline, and then slowly he made a path down your neck, his kisses soft and full of love and admiration. He took his time taking in your skin as he placed small bites about your neck in between kisses. There was no need to rush. 

“I’ve missed you,” he groaned softly, his voice hush as his breath tickled your neck. You let out a pent-up sigh, allowing your hands to tighten their grip just a little in his hair. You felt him smile against your skin when you did this, and it made you proud. “It’s been so long, my love.”

You nodded, taking a breath. “Yes, it has.” Gently, you tugged on his hair to bring his face back to yours as you placed more kisses on his lips, savoring the taste as you took your time to enjoy this shared space between you two. “Too long.”

“Then let me make up for lost time,” he muttered, his eyes soaking you in as he pulled back and pushed you softly away from him. Your back met flush with the chair now as you looked at him in awe. He seemed to glow in the candlelight, and you had never seen such a pretty sight. He was everything to you.

Taking his time, his hands traced the shape of your figure, his warm palms traveling down your seated body until they rested themselves on top of your knees, gently pulling them apart to get you to spread your legs. Without any resistance, you gave in to his silent demands, baiting your breath as his fingers carefully snaked up your legs to meet the waistband of your trousers. Slowly, he tucked his fingers into the waistband, tugging lightly as he pulled them down. You rose a little in your seat to aid him, your eyes never leaving his pretty brown ones as you let him continue with his plan. 

As your trousers now found their place on the floor, the cool air on your legs brought a slight shiver down your spine. Kíli sat up on his knees in between your legs as he rubbed circles on your thighs, his rough hands never feeling softer on your skin. “I want to relish this, amrâlimê,” he said. “I want to take my time with you.”

He leaned down, carefully placing kisses and bites along the inner seam of your thighs, starting at your knees and working his way in, closer and closer to the one place where you were starting to feel more and more warm. His eyes never left your face, wanting to see you all breathy and dazed as he savored the taste of your skin on his tongue. Mahal knows he had missed this. He had missed you.

You knew not what to do with your hands, keeping one over your heart as the other reached down to pet his hair lovingly, adoring the way he looked beneath you. You melted into his touch, feeling yourself heating up more and more simply at the thought of what was to come. “I need you, Kíli,” you said, your voice a fell whisper in the silence of the room where only the fire’s crackling occurred. 

“I know, my love,” he smiled, his kisses coming closer and closer to where you wanted his lips. “But I need you to be patient.”

“Please,” you let out, growing weak with want and need. He knew this; he knew your body like the back of his hand. Of course, he hadn’t always been the most skillful with you, but time was a wonderful teacher. He ceased his kisses for just a moment, fingers pulling your underwear to the side so he could get a look at you. He blew cool air on your cunt, and you sighed from the feeling, but it wasn’t enough.

“I suppose just this once,” he smiled, leaning closer to you, and you could feel his warm breath on your cunt as he gazed up at you with loving eyes. Gentle were his fingers as they spread you apart, making room so his lips could place a kiss right on your hooded clit. You felt yourself twitch at the feeling for a moment, a breathy gasp leaving your lips as you gave a light laugh. Kíli beamed at you as his tongue dipped into your folds, licking a swipe along your seam as he kept his stare fixated on you.

Passionate and tender were his touches as he tasted you, already finding himself addicted to your taste. A little sweet, a little salty, but always a fine delicacy in his mind. His tongue carefully lapped you up as he ate you out, your arousal coating his lips as a mix of it and saliva dripped a little from his chin. You tried your best to keep your breathing even, small moans and whimpers leaving your throat as your hand in his hair fastened its grip, tugging lightly. He knew he was doing a good job, and it turned him on. He could feel himself growing in his trousers at the sound of your pretty voice, wanting to silence you with his lips if he wasn’t already so busy with enjoying his meal. You brought your hand that had been over your heart now over your mouth, trying to stifle the sweet sounds escaping you as you tried your best to focus on the way his doe eyes never left yours.

He groaned against you, and the vibrations from it left you bucking your hips slightly, desperate for more of his touches and breaths. “Amrâlimê, please,” he chuckled. “Don’t hide your sweet voice from me, I want to hear you so badly. I need to hear you.”

His pleading and whining tone was more than enough incentive to take your hand away from your mouth, your moans now growing louder as he became more greedy in his endeavors. With a more hurried pace, he seemed to explore you with his tongue, leaving no part untouched except where you could feel yourself needing him the most. But it wasn’t out of cruelty that he did this, rather he truly wanted to savor every little twitch and sigh and whine you gave him as he played your body like his favorite instrument.

Slowly, he added a finger, and you bucked your hips a little from the feeling, loving the way he was beginning to fill you up, though you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied from just this for long. Now wanting to egg you on, he caught your clit with his lips, swiping it with his tongue as he eagerly kept his pace, adding another finger that pumped in and out of you at a tantalizing pace. Your moans grew louder and much more frequent as he laid his attack on your most sensitive part, your head falling back from the sheer amount of pleasure as your legs tightened around him. He repositioned himself for a moment, drawing away much to your dismay as he removed your underwear and placed each of your legs upon his shoulders.

“I need you to keep them spread, my starlight,” he said, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs once more before diving back into the fray of your arousal. You gave a weak nod, barely even registering his words in your mind, for pleasure was all you knew right now. The more he lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves, the more you could feel that familiar tight feeling growing inside of you. It was all you could think about, your mind drunk on the way his tongue danced inside of you.

And he himself was growing quite drunk as well, your juices like a forbidden candy to him. He couldn’t get enough, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt himself growing hungrier and more greedy. He truly wanted to consume you for the rest of his days, your taste so addictive on his tongue. His pants were now feeling much more constrictive, and he groaned at the feeling as he desperately wanted to replace his fingers and tongue with something else. But he was a patient man, and knew that waiting and letting this play out would be much more enjoyable and memorable for the two of you tonight.

More and more you felt that familiar and delicious tightening feeling grow inside you amidst your moans and breaths of pleasure as you tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to your heat in encouragement. “Please, oh fuck,” you said. “Please, Kíli.”

“Are you close?” He asked in between his attacks on your puffy clit, and all you could fathom to respond with was a quick nod. He smiled as his tongue swiped your insides, incredibly turned on by the notion that you could barely even think or speak from the pleasure he was bringing you. “Good.”

You were just about to ask him to go faster when you suddenly pulled him away from you by his hair, your chest heaving and that tightening feeling dissipating in a disappointed fashion as Kíli looked up at you with concerned eyes. “What is it? Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, worrying if he had done something to displease you. You shook your head, trying to ignore how much you desperately wanted to finish already. You had other plans first. You wanted to take care of him. You could feel yourself throbbing and pulsing before you slid out of your chair and into Kíli’s lap, straddling him. His eyes searched your hungry gaze as he wondered what was going through your mind.

“No, my love,” the words finally met the air. “I just…” You trailed off, placing kisses along his stubble as you pressed yourself against his growing erection, causing a groan to leave his pretty lips, glossy from your juices. “I want to take care of you.” Your hands trailed down, one on his shoulder to stabilize yourself as the other went down to palm him through his trousers. He was painfully hard, and you smiled as his whole body shuddered from your touch. You loved the way his brows furrowed when you did this, the way his whole face seemed to contort in pleasure.

Your kisses delved lower, now peppering his neck as you made sure to leave gentle bites and marks along his dwarven skin. He leaned his head back to give you better access, propping himself on his arms. “Amrâlimê,” he said, his voice soft and full of need. “You’re too good to me.”

You smiled into his skin, bringing your lips to his ear to softly kiss his earlobe. “I know, now let me show it. Let me give you what you deserve.”

You now stood up, hovering over his body as you offered your hand out to him. He took it without hesitation, eagerly willing to follow you anywhere in Arda as you led him to your shared bed. You guided him onto it, letting him rest on top of your various pillows as he looked at you with so many emotions. Lust, love, and a pining curiosity for what you had in store.

“I want you to be comfortable, love,” you said, your words like honey as you climbed on top of him, sitting next to him as your fingers worked to loosen his trousers as you slowly pulled them off of your lover. His half-lidded eyes watched you carefully as he lifted himself to help you in your mission, his member finally freeing itself from the harsh confines of his pants. A ragged breath left him as his hard cock met the cool air, and you cast his pants to some dark and forgotten corner for now. 

Gentle were your hands as you spread his legs, seating yourself in between them before running a hand along the length of his shaft. He gasped at your touch, his eyes transfixed on the way you handled him. “You’re so good to me, Kíli,” you said as you leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his cock, which was slick with precum. His breath hitched as he watched you, refusing to take his eyes off you. You ran your tongue along his length, flicking his swollen head with the tip of your tongue as you stared up at him. “And I want to show you how much I treasure you.”

“Amrâlimê,” he said, forgetting his words as a moan ripped out of him as you took him into your mouth, bringing your head down as you sheathed him inside of your mouth. Slowly, you brought your head back up, placing another kiss on his tip with a smile that feigned innocence.

“That’s it, let it all out. Let me hear you.” You said, taking him into your mouth again, and his hand shot down to tangle itself in your hair as you slowly bobbed your head up and down along his length, your hands massaging and stroking whatever you couldn’t reach with your throat. He threw his head back and bucked his hips up, causing you to gag. Seeing him in such pleasure only egged you on as you continued, slowly getting faster and faster but still making sure to keep it gradual. You wanted to take your time with him just as he had done with you.

His whines and groans seemed to only get more and more pleading the longer you went on, sweat forming on his forehead as he begged you to go faster. You were happy to oblige but eager to watch him moan your name some more, only increasing your pace little by little. He keened for you, bucking his hips more if only to feel his tip tickle the back of your throat, your gags and whines sending vibrations down his shaft that drove him crazy. You always looked so beautiful when his cock was in your mouth.

As a mixture of drool and precum dribbled from your lips down onto his shaft, you continued quickening your pace, your head bobbing up and down in between small twirls and flicks of your tongue on his tip, which twitched in your mouth. His body shuddered under your touch, his stomach trembling with each of your movements and his shoulders shaking. Your hands were quick to stroke the rest of his length and care for his balls as you felt your jaw going sore from your endeavors. 

The more he bucked his hips, the deeper he seemed to bully himself down your throat, and it drove him wild. You kept forcing breaths through your nose, not wanting to take a break for the sake of pleasing him. He was quickly finding that unraveling, tight feeling ball up inside him as his cries grew louder and more frantic. “Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, his hand gripping your hair tightly. “Please, a little more…”

And quickly, he came undone. You always had this effect on him, skillful enough with your mouth that you left him a moaning mess. You eagerly swallowed every last drop he gave you as his cock twitched in your mouth, pulsing with each wave of his orgasm. His chest heaved as he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern, a soft smile on his face after you eventually swallowed around him one more time before finally bringing yourself back up for air. It felt so cool in your throat as you too tried to regain your composure.

His hand in your hair loosened its grip, now finding your scalp to offer soothing strokes and massages as a silent apology for how rough he had grabbed it. “Tell me how I taste,” he said, eyes clouded with lust as he came down from his high.

You smirked, bringing yourself to his face as you leaned over him. “Why don’t you find out for yourself, hm?” You gently took his chin, guiding your lips together in a sloppy, messy kiss. A whine erupted from his throat as you deepened the kiss with a swipe of your tongue before breaking it, a line of saliva connecting your lips.

“You never finished,” he said, his eyes taking in how beautiful you looked with his taste in your mouth, the slight sweat on your brow making you glow in front of him as he brought a hand to your clit, massaging small circles, eager to please you. 

A small whine left you, not expecting his touch so quickly as you buried your head in his neck. “I was trying to take care of you first,” you said weakly, feeling that warm feeling build up again. “I want to make you feel good.”

He hummed, a smile on his lips. “Then why don’t we share the feeling?” His hand left you, now moving your hips to guide you over his length, already hard again. You lifted your hips as he guided his cock inside you slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you. But you were eager as you lowered yourself onto his hips, sheathing himself inside you as you took his length in full. A whiny moan left his lips as you did so, completely caught by surprise at your impatience. 

“Fuck…” he whined, and your head returned to his neck to plant kisses and bites as well as hide the small moans and breaths that left you as you began to slowly rock your hips, wanting to feel him as closely as possible, craving that sweet heat of friction. He shuddered from the sudden feeling of your warmth, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tried to steady his breathing. 

“You take me so well, starlight,” he said, his expression completely fucked out at the feeling of you squeezing him so nicely. He always looked so beautiful when he was a whining, moaning mess underneath you. A glistening sheen of sweat decorated his forehead and cheeks, his bangs sticking to him slightly as his eyelids fluttered shut for a moment. It was now that you slowly began to rock your hips against his legs, grinding into him. “Fuck… You’re so good at this.”

“Only for you,” you said with a breathy tone. “I’m all yours.” You sped up your pace little by little, relishing the way he filled you up so perfectly. You could sit like this for hours if you really wanted to, and you knew he wouldn’t complain. He loved the warm wet feeling of your cunt sucking him in. 

After a moment of enjoying your movements, Kíli joined you, bucking his hips into you slowly as you began bouncing on his cock, desperately chasing the delicious friction of the current situation. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough that you were sure they would leave bruises later, but that was the least of your worries as you sought to bring this man underneath you undone. With a vice on your hips, he guided you up and down his shaft, the funny feeling from earlier bubbling inside him as he wanted nothing but his release now. Nothing but this moment between you as he broke his moans with soft praises that were meant for only you and nobody else.

“Please,” he begged with a breathy tone. “Harder, please keep going.”

A smile met your lips, feeling proud of how easily you could have this man unraveled beneath you. You lived for this feeling and you couldn’t get enough. Happy to comply with his request, you kept your pace steady as you brought yourself down on him with more force, which was only more enjoyable for both of you as a plethora of pleasurable sounds left your lips. It was feeling so good, so nice, so delicious. Words were hard to form in your mind as you tucked your head in the crook of his neck, biting down and leaving your mark on your world.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he found himself lost in the feeling of how wonderfully you pulsed and squeezed around him. “Please, more…”

You two kept at this for a few more minutes before he quickly came undone, your name ripping from his throat as his brows furrowed in the feeling of his release as he filled you up inside. But you still hadn’t finished yet, and he was ever the gentleman, now slamming you on his length with the last bit of composure and strength he had as you eventually came undone on top of him, your breathing uneven as whines left you and into his ear.

“Had enough yet, love?” You teased warmly, head still hiding in his neck as you tried desperately to regain your breathing as you came down from your high.

“No,” he whispered, his voice laced with lust and want. “Please, amrâlimê… I need more.”

It was long sunny days like this where Kíli felt as though he could sit in the grassy knolls with you forever, the shadow of Erebor behind you two as you sketched little drawings of the nearby flowers in your book. This was one of the many times Kíli had met you here, enjoying the stillness with you in your favorite place to relax, and now your favorite place to come to because of a certain dwarven prince.

Sometimes, he’d ask you thousands of questions just to hear the sound of your voice mingle with the wind and grace his ears. And though he genuinely listened, it was hard for you to tell with the way he would gaze at you with a dreamy look in his eye. But you never could complain, not when you admired the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed or smiled. It was a precious time you two spent together despite the unspoken growing feelings you had begun harboring for one another.

Here you were with him, the clouds peppering the sky and giving you moments of breezy shade followed by the gentle winds from the mountain; Kíli had come soon after you had set up your spot under a tall oak tree, some water and art supplies by your side as you had come today to sketch and rest your mind for a little. Like clockwork, he had memorized your favorite times to come out and enjoy the sunshine. The flowers around you were in full bloom as they ebbed and flowed against the breeze, mingled with the weeds and grass.

“Did I keep you waiting?” He had asked before seating himself, laying the grass across you as he gave you a warm smile.

“Not at all, I was simply admiring the view,” you shook your head, turning your sketchbook around to show it to him. It was a simple drawing, still quite early in its birth, but it made him smile.

“Is that so? I could give you another view if you’d like,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice as he stretched out among the soft green grass. You laughed but kept your gaze fixed to your sketch to avoid blushing. 

“As lovely as that would be, I’m not sure you could handle being my muse,” you replied with an amused voice, the soft scribbling sound of your pencil filling your mind as you carefully etched the softness of the flower petals into the landscape on your page. 

“You wound me, Y/N,” he said, his hand coming to his heart to feign hurt. “And I thought we were friends, truly.”

“We are, Kíli,” you said. “Which is why I’m being honest with you.”

“Well, go on then. Tell me why I would make a terrible muse,” he spoke, pressing you for more information as he admired the way the wind played with your hair. Your gaze was still pressed to your drawing, which gave him plenty of opportunity to appreciate your beauty. 

You chuckled, rolling your eyes with a slight scoff. “Alright then. For starters, you never sit still,” you began, speaking slowly in between strokes of your pencil. Now the trees and the little pond were coming into view on your thick page, the scene truly coming together as you outlined the clouds in the background. This piece was almost done, you thought to yourself. “Everytime you sit with me, you fidget about like a little dog.”

“I do not!” He gasped, though he did so while twirling the grass between his fingers, their green blades intertwined in his grasp. He looked so beautiful, you thought, as he rolled around among the grass and the weeds and the flowers.

“My point exactly.” You smiled, and it was just as radiant as a flower to him. In this forested field full of flora and fauna and all of nature’s beautiful creations, you were the prettiest flower in the entire glade.

“You always move around, I can never get you to sit still,” you continued. “Even when you had me paint your portrait, it took so long because you can only sit still for a little while at a time.” In truth, Kíli’s commissioned portrait had taken quite some time for you to complete, and it was completely and utterly his fault. But what you didn’t know is that he had purposely made the process much longer than necessary as a means of being able to be so close to you on a routine basis. “And then when you do sit down for me, you always keep cracking jokes to make me laugh.”

“Would you prefer me to be melancholy?” He asked, his smile growing but his eyes seeming distant as he couldn’t do anything besides look at you. But he didn’t feel far away, no. He felt almost too close, as if he could see all of you right now as the wind brushed around you two. It was intimate.

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “I adore your jokes. But it’s hard to paint or sketch or carve or anything when I’m too busy laughing at something you’ve said or done. You’re very mischie–”

“Please stop talking so I can kiss you,” he muttered, staring into your eyes in a wistful trance, and it was more than enough to stop your thoughts completely.

“I’m sorry?” You responded, completely taken aback by his soft-spoken statement. It seemed he too was startled, eyes widening as if he had just realized that he had such a thing out loud. He hadn’t meant to, in all honesty; his thoughts had just become far too loud. And you were also quite caught off-guard, finally caught out of your sketching to look at him face to face. Silence fell over you for a second as your grip loosened around your pencil, and suddenly Kíli was all too aware of what he had just uttered.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to–” He began, but you quickly abandoned your art supplies, tossing them aside as you shuffled closer to him, your hands now resting on the sides of his face as you looked deep into his dark eyes.

“Did you mean it?” You asked, wanting clarification before you went any further in your current impulsive display.

“What?”

“Did you mean it? Can I kiss you?” You asked again, now growing a small worry that his question had been ingenuine.

His lips cracked quickly into a smile as his eyes danced between your eyes, your hair, your lips, and then your eyes again. “Mahal, yes. Yes, you can.” He breathed out, an airy laugh ringing in your ears before you leaned in and pressed your chapped lips to his gentle ones, your eyes closed as you pressed yourself closer to him with his face in your hands. Eager to accept your feelings, his hands snaked their way to rest along the curve of your waist, his touch gentle as he massaged small circles with his thumbs, wanting to enjoy this moment for however long it lasted.

Kili sat with his back rigid against the cold stone wall, arms folded across his chest, watching Y/N with fire in his eyes.

The tavern was bustling tonight. There was barely enough room to pass through the crowd to get to the bar for another ale, but still all Kili could focus on was you as if you were the only other person in the room.

He wanted you. Bad. But there you were for another night, laughing and being wooed by other patrons in the tavern. Other patrons who were far more suited to you than he could ever be.

The man who was currently stealing your attention, or caught completely under your spell was more like it, was a tall dark-haired man with a full, thick beard. His size towered over your frame, his rugged charm working to bring out your gorgeous smile, and the scene filled Kili with rage and jealousy.

He was a dwarf for pity’s sake, yet here this human sported facial hair that could challenge even Thorin’s kingly beard in all its glory! There was no way he could compete with that.

Kili felt like a disgrace, his mood continuing to fall as he began to pick at the bindings on his boot that was resting up on his knee.

How many times had he imagined you pressing your lips along his stubble-coated jawline, praising him for the intense pleasure he provided, begging him for more? Each time he touched himself it was to thoughts of you, pretending it was your gentle hands tugging on his hardened shaft. Since reclaiming Erebor he’d been with a few women, most of them eager to show their gratitude to one of their heroes, but the only one he really wanted, the only one he longed for, was you.

It seemed as though every other man in town- dwarf, elf or human- was captivated by you and tried for your affection. Who could blame them? You were perfect.

But watching them all set out after you night after night started to take its toll on Kili, the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head in the depths of his heart.

“You need to make a move, Kili, or Y/N will be long gone before you even have a chance to call for another ale,” his brother said pointedly with a nudge to his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

He shook his head in defeat, glancing up to watch you throw your head back in laughter. Gods, you were a sight.

“There’s no use, Fili. I mean look at her!” he waved in your direction, your charisma infectious to everyone around you. But his doubt left him as soon as he looked your way again, feeling a rush of urgency to have you, to push away any man who threatened to seize you from his own reach, to claim you as his.

He sighed and looked at his brother beside him who took a long drag from his pipe, regarding you from across the room with an odd expression on his face. It almost looked as though Fili himself was considering making a move on you and the thought made even more anger rise up in Kili.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, having seen that same look on Fili’s face before when he was interested in a woman. He wouldn’t think twice about dumping his ale over his brother's head if it came down to it.

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” he assured him, “It just doesn’t seem like she’s actually enjoying herself,” he tipped his head in your direction, his moustache braids wagging with his movements. “You should go and rescue her.”

“You think?”

“Yes! Just go!” Fili gave him a hard push on his back, causing him to almost trip over his own feet as he stood from their table.

Kili took a deep breath before he made his way over, and when he was close enough he noticed a faint tinge of falseness in your eyes, an annoyed expression crossing your face. A feeling of possessiveness came over him now that he knew you weren’t interested in this man’s company, and he found it hard to control his anger.

“Kili! I was wondering when you were going to make your way over to see me!” you exclaimed with enthusiasm the second he joined your side, hoping he would catch the thanks that laced your tone for interrupting your conversation with the man who tried his best to persuade you into his bed each night.

“Y/N,” Kili greeted you shortly, staring up at the man across from you with a venomous look. “Is this man bothering you?”

You couldn’t help but notice how dark his eyes were and you wondered if the young Prince was jealous.

So you decided to have some fun, thinking maybe this was the way to get him to finally admit those feelings for you you always suspected he had.

“Not in the slightest,” you cooed, biting your lip to hold back your smile as his head whipped to look at you, his brows knitted tightly together.

When you saw his reaction, you couldn’t keep your face from splitting at his sheer disbelief that you could have been enjoying yourself. The other man sulked away and you sighed with relief, “I’m kidding! Thank you for coming over, I could only be nice for so long!”

Your hand automatically rested on his forearm, feeling the muscles shift underneath his skin when he clenched his fist, the movement sending a sensation through you that made your breath hitch.

Kili didn’t return your smile though. He looked at your hand that remained on his arm and shook his head slightly as he turned away from you.

“It’s nothing,” he said in a low voice, but you could see through his words. He leaned forward against the bar, forcing you to drop your hand from him, refusing to meet your gaze when you shifted your body to try and face him again.

“Is everything okay?”

“Fine.”

Another lie. You wanted to tell Kili just how badly you wanted him, that there was no way any other man could compare to him. You could sense his unease and longed to erase it with your lips, desperate to admit that anytime you were intimate with anyone it was him who you imagined being with.

Kili glanced over his shoulder, rolling his eyes when they met Fili’s who nodded at him to continue talking to you. He rubbed a hand over his face, strongly considering getting his next pint and heading back to the table without saying another word. There was no way he could muster the strength to push his jealous feelings aside and just tell you he fancied you.

But he was quickly persuaded, feeling the gentle touch of your hand on his shoulder.

“Kili, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me,” you said faintly. Even through the noise of the crowd your voice sang to him clear as day, and he longed to hear what other soft sounds he could coax from your lips.

“I can’t stand seeing you with other men,” he declared, the words leaving his mouth involuntarily as if staring at your lips had him in some sort of trance.

Your eyebrows flew up in shock as you processed his words, making him panic slightly. He reached for his full tankard and turned to leave, but stopped when you spoke.

“Why is that?”

He sighed again and brought himself to face you, looking at you with an unashamed need.

“I want you to be mine.”

You nodded slowly, hoping you heard him correctly over the commotion around you.

You’d had your eye on Kili ever since you were young, and seeing him now as a grown and proud warrior after reclaiming Erebor had you yearning for him even more. The truth was that you were often jealous of how much attention he received from other dams throughout the kingdom, constantly having to listen to them all gush over him. And now he was telling you he wanted you?

Not daring to miss your opportunity, you leaned your body close to his, pulling him toward you by tugging on his coat with one hand, the other moving to wrap around his muscular torso.

“I want you, too, Kili…”

His gaze made you squirm where you stood, his expression enough to break your boldness and make you want to submit to him right then and there.

Before you had any more time to think up the things you wanted him to do to you, Kili grabbed your hand and gave you the cheeky smile that made your heart do flips, spinning on his heel to drag you through the crowd behind him.

“Where are we going?!” you asked, surprised at his sudden ambition.

“Away from all of these people!” he explained over his shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on his face.

The pace of your steps matched his, equally zealous to get away from the crowd and find a quiet spot to be together, but before you even made it out the back door Kili turned toward you and pressed you against the wall, eagerly taking your lips in his.

His hands groped at you while your tongues collided, the warmth of his mouth and body radiating through whatever part of you he touched.

You moaned into him, his large hands pulling at your dress, trying to expose more of your chest to him. Kili’s lips left yours and flew to your neck, kissing a trail down your ticklish skin which made your moans turn to giggles. Just as he drove his thick thigh between your legs to part them someone walked past, interrupting your activities. You both broke out in laughter, unable to believe you were actually fondling each other in the hallway of the busiest tavern in all of Dale.

He attached his lips to yours again in a hurry, backing up to remove you from the wall and pulling you with him. You were stumbling over each other in your search for the exit, bumping into walls before finally crashing against the door that led outside.

You couldn’t get enough of each other and before you even made it around the corner you had successfully torn open his tunic, revealing dark hairs covering his strong chest. Your hands carded over his bare skin and you pushed your tongue deeper in his mouth, ecstatic to be in this moment with him.

You couldn’t help but squeal when he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his middle, carrying you the rest of the way over to a more secluded area behind the row of buildings.

“Kili, someone could see us!” you worried, but you didn’t truly care, knowing just how much you wanted the dark-haired archer. He placed you down, but you didn’t trust your shaking legs, your arms remaining around his neck for support.

“I know, but I need you, Y/N,” he looked at you with an ache in his eyes and you knew he meant it. “I need you now.”

You tugged at his hair as he consumed your mouth again, his hard cock pressing against the material of your dress which was straining to get through his trousers.

Your fingers fumbled with the laces on them, desperate to feel him in your hand. Teeth nipped at your neck in response to your endeavour, a deep groan leaving his mouth to air over your flushed skin as you reached in and freed his length. You knew he would be impressive in size, but this was more than you were expecting and your thighs squeezed together at the thought of him stretching you.

Your name came out of him with a hiss as you began stroking him, your thumb running small circles on his leaking tip, your touch turning him feral.

He bucked into your hand and attached his lips to yours once more, one hand clutching your waist to pull you closer while his other tore at your neckline to expose your breasts to him.

He parted from you to take the sight of you in, your bare chest heaving in anticipation, nipples taught in the cold, night air.

Kili’s face plunged to your cleavage, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your breast as he sucked on your peak while he gathered the material of your dress to ruck it up over your hips.

Although you were almost delirious from his actions, you continued to slowly pump his throbbing shaft, pausing only when he glanced up at you with a possessive look. His fingers grazed up your quivering thigh and now lingered against your wet folds, waiting for your consent. You pushed your hips forward, a signal of your need for him to touch you more. He happily complied, plunging a large finger inside your warmth, his thumb finding your swollen bud to circle and press on it. A moan left you and your body shuddered to his touch as he moved his finger in and out of you, then adding another to stretch you further.

“Kili…” you gasped, gripping onto his broad shoulder as you rode his hand while still jerking your own along his length in a steady rhythm.

He removed his fingers from your fluttering folds and gripped around the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist. You felt his spongy head press against your wetness and you gasped at the sensation, more than ready to take him in.

“I will make you forget any other man who has ever touched you,” he vowed in a rough tone, and you knew it would be true.

Kili grabbed onto your bum, pulling you closer to his body as he pushed through your entrance. Your head fell back against the wall as you stretched to fit him, thankful for how wet he had made you. But even with the amount of slick that coated your walls, his girth was enough to make you whimper and cry out.

“Am I too big for you, amrâlimê?” he asked in a low, husky voice, his breath tickling beside your ear, still continuing to push deeper into you regardless of your answer.

“No, Kili,” you managed to say through a moan, “Please don’t stop.”

He moved to rest his forehead against yours, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he bottomed out in you, his hips pressed firmly against yours.

“Good, because I want you to think of me with every step you take tomorrow.” His eyes were black in the moonlight, his words and his stare making you shiver. Kili moved so he was almost all the way out of you, making you miss the fullness he created, but thrusted back into you in one swift motion and you cried out again.

The sound of hips slapping against each other and your combined panting filled the quiet air as he worked to set a tempo, the tip of him contacting your deepest spot with every plunge that sent fire through your veins.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he declared, increasing his pace, determined to prove it.

You tugged at his hair and nodded in agreement, pulling him closer to you to capture his parted lips once more, eager to have him fulfill his promise.

As much as you didn’t want this to end, you knew neither of you would be able to last long. Feeling every inch of his thick cock slide in and out of you, hitting the perfect spot every time had your head spinning, each pump rubbing his coarse hairs against your swollen clit, getting you closer to your end.

His name fell freely from your raw lips, a mantra to the ecstasy he was giving you, which only brought more inspiration to the Prince.

“Kili…”

“That’s right, say my name,” he begged as he gripped harder on your hip to allow more traction to pound into you with even more force.

In addition to his ferociousness, the things he was saying to you wasn’t helping to prolong your session either. Kili continued spilling possessive proclamations from his mouth any time your lips weren’t locked together, making you feel powerful to have such an effect on him.

“I will be the only man who gets to make you feel this good,” he said hoarsely beside your ear, his intensity somehow increasing.

A cry escaped your lips as you began to climax, your walls clenching tightly around his member, your nails clawing at his back.

“That’s it,” he coaxed you, “let go. Let me have you, ghivashel.”

Allowing your body to give in to what it longed for so desperately, you did just as he told you and let yourself fall, shuddering around him as you came harshly, Kili not holding back as he pounded you over the edge. You felt him pulse inside you, filling you completely with his spend. He growled and with a twitch came down from his own high, your bodies in sync with each other, working as one. His lips met yours again in urgency while he still rocked slightly within you, the thickness and heat of his seed feeling exquisite against your fluttering core.

Kili remained encased by you, enjoying the feeling of you around him as he slowly softened. His forehead pressed against yours as you shared the same breath, and he couldn’t help but relish in the satisfaction of having you. You were his…

“I’ve needed you for so long, Y/N,” he admitted, “I needed to make you mine. I couldn’t bear to watch another man touch you, let alone look at you for another night.” He brushed his nose against yours, his lips moving against yours faintly while he spoke. “I should have done this long ago.”

You gave him an eager nod, “Yes, you should have, Kili. But we can make up for lost time.”

His mouth consumed yours again, a silent agreement that this wouldn’t be the last time he would prove to you that you belonged to him.

After a moment he pulled away from you, breaking the seal on your lips as well as the connection that remained of him inside you. As if feeling the loss immediately, he looked at you with a worried expression and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked you, searching your eyes with a gentleness that contrasted to his earlier passion.

“Of course I will,” you responded with a smile, seeing how your answer instantly brought one to his own face, his brown eyes glowing.

He kissed you sweetly and cupped your cheek with his warm palm, “Thank you. I want to be with you any moment I possibly can.”

Your smile grew at his confession, seeing the love he had for you, your heart swelling at what could come to fruition between you and the Prince.

Now that Kili had you, he knew he could never be without you. He took your hand in his and thanked Mahal as he led you through the night toward Erebor that he was now with his One, the only one he ever needed.

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"Thank you." I spoke with the same smile he had, my hand lingering on his for a moment. "Now go get your pony or we'll leave without you."

He let out a laugh, running back to his pony and hopping onto him just when we started moving. "You wouldn't be able to stay away from me, not even for a day."

His pony reached mine, but I didn't spare him a look before replying "I would, and it would be a much tranquil day." with the ghost of the smirk I was trying to hold back dancing on my lips.

"Say whatever you may to yourself," he said in a confident yet playful tone. "but I know the truth."

"What truth is that?"

"You cannot live without me." I scoffed at his words and spun my head to see him already staring at me. "As I said," he continued, averting his eyes from mine and redirecting them to the path. "say what you may, but you can't fool me."

FÍLI'S P. O. V.

The bickering those two shared had been going on for too long already, and since it seemed like they would not move a finger, I decided to take the matter into my own hands.

As soon as Oin called my brother's name and he had to move to the front, I spurred on my pony to ride by Y/n's side.

"Your brother is a little shit." She comment, her head tilted slightly to my side, though her eyes didn't left Kíli, not even for a second.

"He loves to tease you, huh?" I rhetorically questioned, attempting to make my intentions clear. "I've never seen him tease someone as much as he does with you."

"It must be because I'm the only one who knows how to tease him back."

"It must be." I shrugged, with my gaze fixed ahead of us. "Though there may be other reasons, don't you think?"

Y/n was about to say something when Thorin shouted, "We will make a stop here!" and made us lose the train of our conversation.

Now I would have to start again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Y/n looks really pretty tonight," I, reclined against a rock, commented seemingly distracted whilst playing with my knife. "doesn't she?" I felt Kíli's eyes on me and I knew I had done my job.

"Yeah, she does indeed." he looked back at me with a frown. "What are you doing?"

"I? Nothing." he raided his brows at me and I just gave him a noctant shrug. "You should be doing something, though."

"What do you mean?"

"You seem fond of her." Kíli's eyes widened slightly and I let out a chuckle. "It is alright brother, just make your intentions clear."

"What intentions?"

I looked up at him with a shocked glare. Was he being serious right now? "Must I spoon-feed you all the time?" he turned his torso to me with that confused face. "Mahal, Kí—" I took a peek at Y/n to make sure she wasn't paying us attention. "The lass fancies you."

"Fí, listen, I feel like you might be getting things wrong."

"No, you are."

"Fíli, Kíli," We both directed our attention to Balin. "go scout now before it's late night. Otherwise you will not have time to rest." my brother instantly got up, but I myself had other plans.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Y/n why don't you go with Kíli?" I looked up from my stew, quite startled since Fíli's words were not only loud but also unexpected. "She's equally stealthy as I am, even more." his eyebrows rose knowingly at me as he lay down. "Also, I am tired."

"Am I not?" Kíli retorted.

"You are younger. Now go" I picked up my sword and made a sign with my head for Kíli to join me. "You will have time speak about some matters." his older brother spoke intently.

"What's the matter with him?" I questioned, letting my fingers intertwin with the dark-haired prince's ones.

"I'm not completely sure," he started, guiding me up a hill without letting go of my hand. "but I suspect our braids might have gone unnoticed for him."

"How is that even possible- hold on." I tugged his hand in order to make him stop, which he did. "let me..." I took my hand to his tangled long hair and ran my fingers through it in order to find the braid.

"It still feels strange." he confessed, a timid smile on his face as my hand caressed his hair.

"I know." I agreed, leaning on him to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. "No wonder why your brother didn't notice," I spoke, finally finding the bead at the end of the braid. "sit down, I have to braid it again."

"Yes ma'am." he obeyed, our task to scout long forgotten. "how is yours not messed up?" he inquired in confusion, staring at the thin braid on the side of my hair.

"That would be because I am not a mess."

"Fair enough."

"So" Kíli leaned on my touch while I fixed his braid. "will you tell him?" I asked, knowing damn well the answer.

"No." a mischievous laugh followed his negative and I denied my my head. "He thinks he is being a matchmaker, let him notice all by himself." I put the bead back at the end of the braid and sat besides him. "how long do you think it will take him?" he wondered, his head resting against my shoulder.

"I hope not too long, or I will have to tell him myself."

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If Fíli hadn't acknowledged our courting braids yet, I knew he would need a little help so I tried to make as obvious as possible that Kíli was my One without the younger prince noticing so.

To my dismay, they both were equally oblivious to my acts. A total of three days passed, and Fíli was still attempting to help us get together.

I have to say that, despite his blindness, if Kíli and I had not been together, the blond dwarf would be doing a great job as a matchmaker.

"Kí, may I have a word with you?" Fíli requested after seeing us both reclined against a tree in the place we where we would be spending the night, my head resting over the dark-haired dwarf's shoulder and my hands tracing patterns on his.

"Sure, what is it?" Kíli questioned, poorly masking his amusement with naivety.

"In private."

"Why?"

I sighed.

It was getting tiring, so before they could go further in their bickering, I got up, briefly held back by Kíli's hand, though he soon let go.

"Come with me." I tugged on Fíli's hand and leaded him away from his brother. "I know your intentions are good, but you're missing-"

"My intentions are great." he stated, almost offended. "I am not missing anything, I've been seeing you both being ridiculously oblivious for a month, and I cannot believe you didn't notice each other's intentions yet."

He was definitely throwing a fit and it was kind of hilarious how obfuscated he was, so I stayed shut, trying to hold back my laugh.

"It's not only the teasing, you are all over each other and my brother is an idiot— that is not what friends do!" I looked over my shoulder to share a glance with Kíli, who was already laughing. "You fancy each other, it's frustrating seeing you act like you— just braid his hair for Mahal's sake!"

"Are you done?" Kíli asked, walking to us when he noticed I was no longer able to hold back the laughter.

"I don't know, are you done being stupid?"

"Fíli, look," Kíli took his hand to the side of my hair and separated the braid from it, lifting it for his brother to see.

"What— how- when?"

"A few days before you started your matchmaking thing." I replied leaning back on Kíli.

"But—" his eyes went to his brother, throwing daggers at him. "You are a jerk."

"I didn't do anything!" he defended himself with a smile.

"You didn't tell me anything!"

"I was going to," Kíli lied, intertwining his fingers with mine. "But it was funny to see you trying to get us together, so I thought I'd wait."

"I will kill you."

"After all the effort you've put on this?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. "It would be a waste."

"I will kill you both." he replied to me with a warning finger.

"Oh you will not." I stated with a smile on my face. "You're too happy to do that, aren't you?" he paced briefly in front of us. "Would it make it better if I told you you're a great matchmaker." he stopped, opening his mouth but not saying a word.

"Yeah, you did all the work." Kíli agreed. "You're a great matchmaker."

"Damn sure I am." he replied with his hands on his hips. "I would have gotten your dumb asses together a month ago."

There was a moment of silence, in which Fíli's eyes went from Kíli to me and vice versa.

"You're glad we are together, aren't you?" Kíli teased. "C'mon you cannot be mad."

"You're a little shit." the blond prince stated, which was shortly followed by, "and I am so happy for you." I squealed in joy, making Fíli chuckle. "come here" I took a couple of steps to hug him, and after me came his younger brother. "I'm still mad." he informed us, still hugging.

"You're a terrible liar." I stated.

“Can I touch you?” it comes out faster than you had anticipated but by the way his brows shoot up and his smile turns into an eager smirk you know the answer.

His breath caresses your lips hot and heavy. Shifting to kneel on either side of your lap. With a deeper angle his kiss pulls a moan from your throat. Hands tangling with your hair while yours work on the ties to his pants. Finally freeing him from the tight confines you take his girth into your hand. 

A shudder travels his body, pulling back from the kiss he rests his forehead against yours. Biting his lip eyes still closed.

“ is this good?” You whisper against his lips, moving your hand along him in slow teasing strokes. Each one coaxed a breath or stammer from his parted lips, each one a treasure you added to your collection. 

Biting back a smile your opposite hand moves to clutch his ass. His hips buck into you.

“ So good.” He murmurs his hips rocking slowly against you picking up speed as he found his rhythm. Your voice soft and encouraging, " yes, you are." He bites back a breathy laugh a kiss brushing your lips at the compliment.

Watching his lips quiver between moans was more enticing than anything you could have imagined. Your own body viscerally reacting to his pleasure as heat pools within you. 

Breathless your hand works along his length from his base. Hoarding the precum with your thumb as it gathers to keep him comfortable. “You can move harder against me. Push into my hand. That's it Kí. Tell me how you like it?”

All he can do is nod. Rutting into your hand hard and fast. “ There. Keep your hand there. Mahal!" Fighting off a whimper he grips your shoulders. Lips burying into yours in a ravenous kiss only outpaced by his hips. Your thumb works to keep him coated and slick. Hand keeping him steady against you. Loving this side of him.

Pride built with every shake and whine that escaped him. Passion continued rising as he plundered your mouth with his lips and tongue until all he could do was breathe against you. Coming undone on his own accord. His gasps and whimpers music better than anything the Mountain's harpists could produce.

Twisting your face away you smile at his passion clouded expression. Eyes half lidded and dewy. “ Undo my shirt. I want you on my chest.”

Tilting his head back he whimpers at the thought, eyes rolling with a shudder. “ Mahal save me. I love you like this, you tempter.” With clumsy hands he struggles undoing your shirt.The small buttons a new method of torture for aroused Dwarven fingers.

It would have been funny how his fingers are unable to do buttons. Except in this moment it was more frustrating as he bit his lip becoming exasperated more and more at his clumsiness.

You couldn't help but laugh. “ Move.” Leaving his behind behind your hand undoes the buttons exposing your skin fully to him.

“ Your hands.” He swallows, his length flush and pulsating in your hand, his end nearing.  “ Are magic. You can undo myself and buttons.”

“ Only for you. Kíli. Promise. ” You intended to spoil him mercilessly. He could have any dwarrow in the mountain and anyone in Dale but here he was with you. 

You weren't going to miss this chance to thoroughly show your feelings. This wouldn't slip through your fingers like liquid mercury.  No longer were you going to hide from him.

Suddenly he moans, a thought striking him that has him shifting and his dark eyes deepening. Ducking down he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, “imagine how good I’ll feel inside of you.”  His hips pace falters as the thought catches him off guard, a swear leaves him in his mother tongue.

Steadying him, your free hand finds his hip. "I'm always ready for you to sheath into me. Every night, it's all I think about. You circle my mind. Constantly.” When he raises his head you can't help but bite your lip. 

His hair clung to his face in long elegant spirals and his lips swollen red from kissing. The sharp blush lined his face like a network of lace only making his cheeks, nose, and ears more prominent. 

“ I could cum just from watching you.” You breathe helping him keep his pace comfortable. His hips needily rutting searching for his release had him panting and breathless. 

Mahal needed to help you keep up with Kilis dirty mouth. You'd need to find a book on it and fast.

Faster still was Kíli cumming, a muffled shout escaping against your lips. 

Your words prompted his imagination just right. His hips piston through his release body alight and alive. No longer helplessly thrusting and driving himself mad.

Stroking him off onto your chest your tongue eases between his breathless lips. Knowing all too well he'd have you in the exact same position soon enough. 

Only now wishing his tunic was gone. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except one thing.“ I'm yours.” You breathed against his neck.

Leaning back he observes his handiwork covering your bare chest. Biting his lower lip thrilling in marking you. Taking your chin in his hand he brushes his thumb along your lower lip. “Yes.” Kíli's voice is hoarse and raw still breathless. “ You are.” 

This time the kiss is long and slow. He pushes the rest of the fabric from your torso, lowering himself back to your lap. Flush against your core so you could feel him against your cloth covered body and your bare skin. 

“ I am yours and no one will question that. Not even you. Not after this.” His mouth finds his way to your neck, he bites and sucks leaving mark after mark. Your delighted pleasure filled noises spur him on. 

Allowing your hands the pleasure of roaming you take in his body. Playing with his lines of chest hair. Each tender twist or tug provokes a rumbling growl or approval and his length twitches against you. 

So tempting was it to reach between you and help him to his release again. But each time you tried he shook his head. The smile on his face growing wider. “ Hands to yourself.” He purred with a chiding wave of his finger, “ its my turn.”

“ I didn't know we took turns.” You retorted with a low laugh, “ what if I want you again? “

“ Then you will have to wait until its your turn. “ He teased playfully by licking a hot trail up your neck. His tongue and teeth nibbling playfully on the rim and shell of your ear in turn. Whispering darkly against your ear, “ I can't wait to taste you. Have you on my tongue and drink you so deeply you can't speak.”

“So quiet,”he breathes into the chilly night air. Fog billowing from his lungs against the inky blue night sky, his thick fingers sliding through your hair. Gripping tighter and deeper in your messy hair. “No one would know how well you use your mouth. Would they?” A slow even breath rocks his lungs even as his head tilts back against rough tree bark. Incredibly different from the soft warm lips embracing his cock. Each lathe and suck sent his head spinning. His heart racing. His mind reeling like the snowflakes beginning to fall from the darkening sky.

His brown eyes slide down, etching your image into his memory. A stone carving to carry with him long after he left with the merchant cart back to Ered Luin. Your eyes obeying his command remaining on him, dilated and heated just like the burn in your cheeks. The flush traveling to your tiny ears. Tiny ears Kíli had teased you about.

 ‘ What happened to human ears? They are barely there!’

 You had laughed and laughed returning it. asking about his ears? What about those cute ears of his? Hm?  Master Dwarf? How did those happen? Do you hear the stones?

He had leaned,nearly toppling off his pony to fire off his remark, “ as a matter of fact, yes we do.”

Leaning to meet him halfway from the back of the cart, your legs swinging. “What do they say? Or is it a secret?”

“Oh i cannot tell you. For it IS a secret. Should you know id have to kill you.” He deadpanned a wry grin flashing after his deathly serious delivery.

“Kill me? No, i shouldnt think so. Youd miss me.”

Later that night youd found each other. Your hands found each other. Unable to resist him with your clumsy kiss to the cheek after his gaze lingered. Youd taken the chance. Hed given you so many back. Deep in the winter woods no one would disturb you. Not hidden here after a childish game of tag takes on a far more adult nature.

Your tongue finds a spot, hidden at his junction. His length pressing firm against his stomach gives you unlimited access to his sweet spot fluttering his stomach. A moan escaping his lips, “there. Do that again.” Kíli growls huskier. His hand tugs you closer, dark eyes meeting yours with burning sincerity. You do. Tongue lathing his salty skin adoring the pitch and fall of his voice. All the result of your exploration of his body’s hidden pleasures. He was so cute. So sexy. So very wild like this with his hair pressing against his face and his lips swollen and parted.

 You burned for him, tugging long languid pulls on his length. Reminding him what else the two of you had in mind. Only returning to his weeping head when you felt him dripping for you. Needy and sweet. Your swirling tongue pulls a whine thats just that from him: sweet with need. His head colliding with the tree. Jaw clenching while you lap at his pleasurable head all watching his head roll and neck extend. 

 Peering down as you take him into your mouth,Kíli inhales slowly transfixed by his skin disappearing between your lips. “How deep-” he begins licking his lips. Beginning again after a shudder racks his body, his thighs trembling. 

Dark lashes sliding closed again. Swallowing back a rumble that turns into a sigh, “amrâlimê.” The softness and warmth sent his head spinning, and each time you sucked or ran his head along the top of your mouth he saw constellations dappling his eye lids. “How deep can you go? Hm?” His other thumb rubs circles along your cheek, “breathe through your nose, thats it. Thats my good girl.” He praises, his faltering gasps fall into cries of pleasure, you took him as deep as you could and he couldnt be anymore grateful. “Oh oh good! Oh good!”

Shifting on your knees you scoot closer, moaning at his taste and the way he twitched and pulsated thick and hot within your mouth. Your hands cling to his hips, despite your own rocking feverishly seeking release. Gently sucking him on and on. Relishing every sweet whimper and growl he releases. 

Soon his hand leaves your cheek and buries into the tree behind him. “Good. Just like that. Your mouth is perfect for me.” Ripping into the bark,  his hips press back against the trunk stopping himself from thrusting forward. Wanting more. No, needing more. Needing more of you. He was hungry.

No, he was starving. 

Each sucking pull of your lips and gentle stroke of your hands to meet them pumped him perfectly. The way you worked him with both your hands and mouth in tandem! Mahal! How fortunate he was to snatch you away. You and your soft lips, but he was mindful of the cold air and your delicate human sensibilities.

He needed to warm you up- and warm you up he intended to do- from the inside.

His cock burrowing into your heat sends him twitching between your lips. Both of you whimper and whine, his head falling back against the tree once more. Oh he wanted that. Wanted to see you against the snowy ground on his jacket when he hit your spot over and over. Maybe he could make you loud. You and your quiet voice.

“So good to me,” he praises again his thumb returns, unable to keep himself away for long,  running the length of your cheek. Admiring hungrily how your jaw stretches accommodating his every delicious angle. Between his fluttering moans he takes the time, tenderly wiping away the trailing spittle and cum.  “Messy, good girls get a reward.”

Below you whine around him, your body still rocking. A reward? Knowing what that meant only made your body run hotter and wetter. Only made him sweeter. 

Hands still working. Tongue and mouth sucking and running. Rubbing his spongey head along the textured roof of your mouth. Smiling each time it made his thighs tremble and his lips part in a cry, his mother tongue lighting up the snowy branches. “Again! Mahal! Again. Please!” He pleads gasping, his world spinning, hips rocking forward into you without notice. Hands snatching your hair, his vision whites like the lacey curtains of snow drifting from the night sky. Like the pleasure you consume and the remnants wafting down your lips and chin onto your exposed breasts.

Rocking through his release his fingers fall limp, slipping down to stroke your cheek. Kíli’s voice is frost frail and panting smokey trails into the sky. “S-sorry didnt mean to. Are you alright?”

Coughing you nod, turning to kiss his palm again and again.  No harm. No foul. “Youre eager.”

“You’re incredible.” he compliments sincerely, using his thumb to wipe your face. Admiring how eager you were despite his first impressions of you. Despite how nervous he had been you wouldnt have received him. But you had, and it made his heart free fall with an indescribable emotion the moment he found you by yourself. The moment he had lingered close his eyes trapped by the spell your shy smile cast was nothing compared to how you leaned down and kissed his cheek. So softly. Not expecting him to pull you in for more and more and more. Running off into the wintery woods together a pair of rutting deer, flocking and teasing one another until it became this.

Chasing after his thumb you envelop it into your mouth, lathing it clean before releasing it with a lewd audible pop! “You like messy, dont you?” At his nod you cannot hide the bashful smile, “ i like messy and wasnt I a good girl?”

Brows raising high his wicked smile is back, bending at the waist his dark eyes heat narrowing upon yours with a hunters fervor. “I do like it. Yes. And yes you were a good girl.” His voice breaks raw and husky. Grasping your chin to gaze upon his sincere and raw need before you, “may i warm you with this tonight?” This was standing heavy and stiff at attention. This was fresh from your mouth. This has your heart pounding.

Licking your lips at the size of your former treat, already dripping again. You nod, hands flying to your skirt rucking it obediently before him.

“Say please.” He orders, his hands skimming down to grope your breasts together. Taking his time feeling their taunt peaks and silken skin. “Good girls say please and ask for what they want. Dont they?” A low growl shakes his chest as he plays, loving how he had popped your breasts out from your blouse. Leaving them plump and trapped for his enjoyment. It leaves ‘this’ atwitch and his eyes dark with lust.  So many things he could say but he declines any dirty talk for just the feral fever quickening the rise and fall of his chest, “hurry. You don't have much time.”

Keening against him and his magic hands you falter, face reddening and not because of the cold. Body pressing into him and every move he makes. Deft fingers and palms giving every pleasure bringing you more and more heat to your core. “Please, sir, please warm me with your body tonight.”

“Oh so raunchy.” Kíli purrs happily his fingers still teasing and rubbing. Chuckling at how you squirm before him, “I love it. Youve been a very good girl.” His lips cover yours and he presses you back upon the ground hovering over your body. Suffocating you in his kiss. Every brush of his body against yours left him on fire and when your legs lock round his waist it cemented you both together

He forgets to be a gentleman. He forgets his coat. His fingers check you, spreading and slicking you- hes teased you so much youre drenched for him. Soaking sopping wet. Pulling from the kiss he goades you with a low laugh, “ you could catch cold- its dangerous to be this wet and outside.” He teases bringing his soaked fingers into view fresh from between your folds. “I will have to warm you from the inside.” He grouses dramatically, “to save your life of course.” Wriggling your hips in desperate need of his fingers your giggle breaks into a moan, “yes.” 

Kíli plunges two inside you, circling and spreading and oh when he finally slides into your heat he relishes the sounds you both make. The wet slicking sounds of sex echoing into the wintry air. Transfixed by the way your breasts jiggle with every thrust. Your head rolls making patterns in the snow.

 But still so quiet!!

Soft mewls and keens greet him. Pleasing him. But no screaming moans or cries. He wants them to add to his collection. He wants your voice and your pleasure for his treasure chest.

And if you wont give it he will take it.

Shifting your leg higher he delves along your spot, each time sending you gasping and pulsing around him in ways that churn Kíli’s voice in delicious moans and purrs. But only phantom cries and soft mewls fall from your lips. Over and over he buries along your most sensitive spots only soft pleas for him and his name greet him. He wants more. Needed to see you lose yourself on his cock. Demanded to see you lost below him trembling with need for him from him alone. “Why so quiet? No need to be shy, its just us.” He purrs sweet as sugar, his fingers burying tighter against your flesh, his pace maddening and beautiful. “Does my good girl need some help relaxing?”

Swallowing a moaning lump you nod, hands on his shoulders clutching his jacket. Teeth biting your lower lip, stifling yourself. But then he started talking and oh when he spoke your body pulsed like a drum tightening around him. Kíli moans sharply at your approval, “I can feel you. You like that? You like being my good girl?” Hissing at how tightly you convulse around his cock he laughs, “no,no, amrâlimê. Look at me. Look at your Kíli and tell me. Tell me how much you like being my good girl.”

Hips bucking your moan erupts loudly between clenched teeth. Fuck! Kíli’s hips stop. Peering down at you with an impish smirk he waits. He could wait forever for this, especially if it meant hearing you moan again, “I dare you.” Snapping to him you huff, that was a low blow- who could resist a dare? Even one like this?

 Face scrunching you regard his messed hair and heated eyes, almost darting away almost but its too much. You want him more than you fear him. “I-” you begin pausing, licking your lips nervously, “I like being my Kíli’s good girl.” Pleasure rushes your folds and your body clenches him, hips rocking against his. “Please move. Please, Kí. I cant just stop now.”

“You are such a good girl saying please for your Kíli. Such s good girl taking what you want.” His smirk breaks to a smug smile and each rock is met with a firm thrust, burying to his hilt. “Good girls deserve to have needs fulfilled- and ill fill my girl. Yes i will until you’re feeling me for days to come.” A strangled cry greets his rounded ear as his golden tongue works perfectly. His cock thrusting over your sensitive spot before delving to completion.

Your hips meet his, losing yourself in his voice and your connecting pleasure.Pressing down atop you he rubs his long thick hairs over your sensitive clit sending you reeling and pouring for him. Your nails dig deep into the thick leather of his coat searching for an anchor in the pounding surf, your voice growing in volume like the tide roars. 

Each rise music to Kíli’s ears. “Yes! Good! I want everyone to know who is fucking you. Who is driving you to this? Who is giving my good girl so much pleasure?” Sex mingles with your combined voices in the snowy glen, “say my name.” He coaxes low and sweet. Each time you do he rewards you with toe curling ecstacy his hips snapping or his lips crushing against yours. 

His warm tongue saps all your strength into his kiss, weakening you to his libations and when you cum it's a scream against his lips. Your entire body snapping tight around him holding him fast, trapping him while his hips roll through his own flash point. Warmth floods your core as he buds inside you, rolling through his orgasm, his lips ghosting yours in barely a kiss until finally you conjoin. Lazy open kisses press over and over, he braces above you still inside your legs still locking him in. Unwilling to let him out.

“Kí?” You murmur softly, drunk on him and his eager dark eyes. “I’m still cold. Please warm me up.”

Laughing low he nuzzles you. Your noses press and rub tenderly, “ cold? On such a warm day?” His hands dig into the snow beside your head, melting from your combined body heat. Shaking his head he kisses you softly, “i cant have you catch cold. That wouldnt do, for my good girl to get sick. No, then we couldnt have fun and i couldnt make you feel good or hear you moan.” Tilting his head he observes with ever hardening form. “What does my good girl want to warm her up? Some tea? A blanket? A house? A jacket?”

“A kíli.” You suggest wriggling your hips hintingly biting back a groan.

“Mmmm,” he bites his own lip too. Tapping your nose with his finger. “Ah ah ah, if you cum it is going to be from my cock. Understand? Good girls get my cock. Is that what you want? My cock warming you up?” At your frail frantic whimper he grins smugly. “You do dont you?? So needy!”

Ducking he kisses you rough. His tongue darting in and out of your mouth. Fucking your lips making you clench and whimper. Trembles wrack your body as he too moans, the taste of your soft lips and tongue enough to tempt him further. When he speaks next his voice is hoarse and dusky. “ I love when youre needy. When you need me, and you do need me dont you?”

Rushing out you sigh in pleasure, hands tangling in his hair meaning every single word. “Yes, i need you Kíli.” 

“Need me to warm you.” He reminds both of you roughly grasping your hips, yanking you flush against him causing you to cry out arching your back at how good he felt. Grasping your legs he crosses your ankles behind his back, “be a good girl and squeeze.”

The moment you do sends your head reeling, it only held you flush against him. His hair rubbing against your folds and clit and every move he made sent you shaking and pulsing. 

“Hold still. Let me show you something that will warm you up.” Kíli slides up onto his knees, grasping your legs around his hips, your upper body at an angle. Savoring how tightly your ankles lock round his back keeping him inside. “Good, just like that.” His instructions come mingling with praise and a lavishing rub along your ass. “Feel me now? Feel how deep I am?” Skimming his hand along your side he relishes the view from above, able to see down your body. Your fluttering stomach and the swell of your chest. The way you swallow back soft moans because every minute movement has him sinking further at this angle. Brushing every spot that sends you alight. Your head rolling and legs tightening against his hips. 

“What a good girl,” he admires huskily. Peering down as your shaking begins subsiding the heave of your chest slows until his play begins again. Kíli wasnt done. The pad of his thumb perches upon your bud and again youre sent soaring. Shocks of pleasure and sobs of overstimulation send you trembling again. His deep laughs echo in your ear, “I love how you’re squeezing me. Clinging to my cock, nursing my cum from me. Its like you just cant get enough.” He grunts, biting back a moan, administering more of those sinful rubs and teases with his calloused thumb. 

Pulling up your mixed slick to moisten your bud, Kíli delights watching arguably the best scene play out below him. A complete loss to pleasure and he really didnt have to do a damn thing! A particular tight clenching of your walls provokes a low growl, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief respite. “Mahal. Thats my girl. Sate yourself on me. Use me.”

But who was using who? What with him buried to completion his hairs flush against you each twitch of his eager length against your puffy walls drove you wild. In turn it sends his toes curling in his boots and his fingers grasping your hip all the harder leaving ebbing red marks. Every faltering cry and keen that escapes your panting lips, tip toeing by his name and pleas for release is a sirens song. Begging him to continue staying still taking advantage of every mind spinning pulse of your body. 

“You’re my favorite song, darling.” He fights the urge to kiss you. Fights the urge to move and break his view so magical and perfect. Restraint wasn't his specialty and this took a certain type of restraint. Kílis hand leaves your hips playfully, finger crawling it down your body. Down down down his fingers step each impact building your heart rate. “Kí?” You gasp, your hooded eyes watching with anticipation fluttering your breathing.

 Roughly his palm envelops your breast. Head tossing back in a lewd cry you surrender to more of his play. You're the doll. His heavy hand rubbing and massaging swollen sensitive tissue mercilessly, licking his lips dying for a taste. “I want to nurse on something too,” he grunts brow furrowing, pinching a reddening bud between his fingers. Biting his lower lip. “Be a good girl, mmm? Be a good girl for me.” Breathless and needy, his voice drops in one even command, “cum for me.”

Body snapping tight around him everything over takes you. His voice. His presence. His touch. Everything overwhelms in a flash point of pleasure twisting and turning youre unable to deny him. Unable to deny your Kíli. Not when he speaks so husky and deep, his voice that of a future king. Powerful and confident. No room for playfulness or softness.

 It brought you to your knees when this side of him came out. It brought you to your climax. And when the afterglow settles he pulls you up to him cradling you against him still flush and pulsing at your cores. Still connected. Soldered together by passion and pleasure wringing a moan against each other's lips as you kiss gently and soft. Fingers tangling in his hair lazily watching him trail open mouth kisses down your neck. Inhaling your scent at your nape pausing to lathe and suck, your name drifting on the wind that moans from his lips. Oh your Kíli. Kissing further he finally reaches his destination where your chest becomes his playground, taking an erect blossoming bud into his mouth sucking fast to it. 

It was going to be a long night…

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"Ah, Y/n." Y/n? That was a female name. I turned to meet my brother's eyes, which held the same confusion mines did.

Thorin stood up with a shocked face, somehow eager to welcome the newcomer, who was soon entering the already too crowded room.

"I was... not expecting you to join us." He murmured before turning to us. "This is Y/n, daughter of Y/f/n."

"At your service." after a bow, she took off her cape and handed it to Bilbo, who was soon besides her. "I am terribly sorry for the delay. These roads are a labyrinth."

She was the most radiant being I had ever seen. My jaw dropped, and I was left dumbfounded until my brother's elbow dug into my ribcage.

"Ouch!"

"You're staring." he subtly muttered. "Be polite."

"Sorry." I mumbled in response, looking down ashamed. Not for long though, but could anyone blame me?

When I looked up again, I found her y/e/c eyes fixed on me, and I did my best to hold back the silly smile that wanted to tug the corner of my lips when her eyes seemed to gleam.

"Is there somewhere I can sit?" she questioned, lingering his gaze on me for a moment.

As she turned to face Bilbo, I, as fast as lightning, stood up from my chair, almost making it fall back.

"You can have my seat." she gave me a kind smile at the same time as I heard Dwalin's snort and my own brother's muffled laugh, which stopped when I kicked his chair.

"Thank you very much," Y/n responded, "but I'm afraid it would be too difficult to reach your place."

"Sit here, I'll stand." Thorin offered, and Y/n accepted with a smile. A frown established in my face and I was tugged back to my chair my Fíli.

"I beg you, behave." he warned me.

"I'm behaving."

"Glaring at your uncle is not behaving." I rolled my eyes at him because I was clearly not glaring at Thorin, it just puzzled me that she had accepted his offer and not mine, I mean, it was obviously due to the difficulties to reach me but still, did he have to be so—

"Bilbo!" Bofur was the first one to run towards the hobbit, now unconscious, and we all followed him.

I was the latest to arrive, and Dwalin and Bofur were already carrying him to his armchair.

"Will he be all right?" a voice besides me asked, making me aware of Y/n's near presence.

"I hope so." I replied, turning around to meet her beautiful gaze. "I'm Kíli."

"You are then Thorin’s youngest nephew." I replied with a nod. "The troublemaker one."

"Oh... Did he speak to you about me?" I inquired, crossing my arms over my chest. "What did he say?"

"Only the bad things I suppose." she replied with a grin. "Maybe you can tell me the good things?"

I, sticking my chest out with a cocky smile, replied, "Well that would take us longer than you expect."

"Seeing the state of our burglar," she pointed at Bilbo, who was now recovering the conscience. "I think we may have time."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

At some point in the night, we had fallen asleep. Thorin woke us up a little bit after dawn; I, reclined on the wooden bench under the window, her with her head and arms over my thighs.

What a pity that he had to wake her up too; she looked so peaceful over me with the first rays of sunshine falling upon her crown, making her hair gleam.

Her hair.

I felt a sudden urge to run my fingers through it, though that would be intrusive and inappropriate.

To my dismay, said urge stayed with me during the rest of our journey, but again, could anyone blame me?

The more I got to know her, the deeper I fell for her. She wasn't only beautiful, she was strong, wise, she had seen the world —even more than I had— for which she was extremely interesting to me.

I wasn't blind, so I had noticed she was fond of me, too.

Maybe I had needed Thorin’s help, to do so, but that was not the point, the point was that her smile grew bigger when I spoke, and when she laughed, her eyes traveled to mines.

The point was that she would have an excuse to sleep near me, and her hand would more often than not search for mine.

Not that I complained though, on the contrary, I pretty much cherished those moments.

It was thanks to those moments that I gathered the courage to ask her something I had never thought I would ask, at least not in that journey.

"The lass got you smitten, huh?" Dwalin commented with a chuckle. "What are you waiting for?"

"The right moment." I replied with my eyes on her while she helped Ori pick some herbs Bombur had asked for.

The moment had come earlier than I expected.

It was my turn to guard the camp at night, and Y/n was so kind to keep my company, despite assuring her that it was no necessary.

"—and there we had it, in front of our very eyes," she continued her narration, "the sea, the same sea that the elves are said to cross to never return." my mouth had stayed opened in awe the whole time. "the moon reflected its light on it and, Mahal Kíli, you must see it."

"Will you take me there?" I questioned in a whispered, already dreaming of seeing what she was describing by her side.

"Some day," she replied, her pinky brushing against mine, just like our thighs. "After we take Erebor back, I will take you there." she smiled and, without hesitation, she carefully tugged a strand of my hair behind my ear, making both our cheeks redden a little.

As her hand fell back on her thigh and her eyes averted from mine to stare into the horizon, I swallowed the anxiety flooding my body and made the question.

"Y/n?" she hummed, prompting me to keep talking. "Would you let me braid your hair?"

Her eyes widened and the blush on her cheeks intensified. "I— Uh... Y-yes." a beam lightened up her face and the night. "Would you let me braid yours?"

I nodded faster than I would like to admit and immediately moved to sit behind her, running my fingers through her hair before picking up a section and separating it to start braiding.

Though I was more than eager, I tried to do it slow, so I could extend the moment as long as possible.

DWALIN'S P. O. V.

I held back a triumphant laugh when my eyes repaired in the youngest of all, sat at the edge of a rock.

I kicked Thorin, who rested besides me, and then Fíli, lying a little further from us. They both grunted in response, and, when they opened their eyes and saw what I was seeing, they grunted again.

"I can't believe I lost a bet related to my brother against you." the young dwarf murmured, silently, grabbing his bag to give me the promised coins.

"One day." Thorin grumbled, doing the same as his nephew. "One that and I would have won."

"At least I'll be able to tease them tomorrow morning." Fíli mumbled to himself. "I will get up early," he continued before I could reply. "you will not win me on that too."

"Whatever you say." I assured, taking one last check on them.

two brothers were now the kings of erebor, sharing the glory of their kingdom proudly amongst each other. their late uncle, thorin, had raised them with the duty to protect their loved ones and kin. there was no jealousy or hatred between them as they led the kingdom in unison.

kíli, the younger of the brothers, had grown into quite a fine dwarf. his beard had grown thickets and his hair now had braids and hair cuffs, being earned from his experience and achievements. though even with all his years of drinking and eating, he maintained his fit body unlike his older brother, fíli, who always had a great pudgy belly.

years after becoming king, fíli and kíli had to make an alliance with the elves, against their best judgment, of course. though it worked in their favor, having control of a mineral mine system in the elven land, and the elves control of a portion of the dwarven army if needed. though the alliance caused lots of headaches in the beginning, kíli ended up betrothed to an elven healer.

y/n was gentle and soft-spoken compared to kíli’s extroverted and flirty nature. they completed each other nicely to put things simply.

“what’ve you done this time?” y/n asked massaging the sore muscle kíli had been complaining about the moment he took off his shirt. his face slightly contorted, making her place her hands steadily in one spot.

“practicing with a new axe,” kíli admitted, stretching his arms upwards and groaning in discomfort. y/n brought his arms back down slowly and sat him on their bed. he knew the next step would be her doing her healing. he didn’t bother denying it anymore, knowing she wouldn’t want to take no for an answer.

“you’ve not been listening when i say to stretch before you practice with your weaponry.” y/n’s voice was hushed as she was so close to his ear, though her normal voice wasn’t much louder.

“i understand now,” kíli said, biting his inner cheek as her thumbs worked into his bare muscles.

“always stubborn,” y/n mumbled before leaving the room, having to gather a few supplies to help her beloved. kíli knew better than to move from his spot on the edge of the bed and receive an earful from his wife.

she came back with warm water in a bowl filled with various herbs and an odd-smelling blend of crushed powders. she took the cloth that was laid over her forearm and soaked it in the water. she laid the cloth on his shoulder blade and massaged, feeling her husband move uncomfortably underneath her touch.

“deep breath in,” the elf stated, as kíli inhaled she used a fist to massage instead of only a few fingers as she had before. she felt kíli exhale and left him to sit upright for a few moments before taking off the hot compress and began wrapping a long bandage from his unaffected shoulder, across his pectoral muscle, and over his sore muscle. she continued to wrap until the bandage came to an end.

“an elven witch you be with these methods,” kíli said feeling slightly better. he went to lift his sore arm to grab his shirt from the ground, but the elf put his arm down quickly.

“don’t move it, you need rest,” she said, propping the pillows on their bed so her husband could lay back comfortably. she put his shirt against his chest and patted it gently.

“you’re not done,” the dwarf grabbed her hand before she began putting away her herbal remedies. he grabbed her hand with his uninjured arm, pulling her closer.

y/n eyed her husband and placed a hand gently on his well-maintained chest. he caressed her soft cheek and placed an appreciative kiss on her lips. the elf closed her eyes, taking a moment to savor his lips. as she tried to pull away, kíli intensified the kiss, taking his hand from her cheek to her hip. her silky dress on his calloused hands was very satisfying to the dwarf, enjoying their differences in style. rough and rugged compared to dainty and ethereal. he squeezed her hip, making y/n open her mouth slightly.

the elf, though pleased by kíli’s actions, stopped him. “that would not be considered rest.” she, nudged him back against the pillow.

“but–” kíli, interjected, his wife turning her head swiftly to look at her husband with a stern look. the dwarf instead laid against the pillow.

after two weeks and much daily care for his pulled muscles, y/n released kíli for his full working abilities again. the only reason the dwarf did not go against the elf’s wishes was because he wanted a chance to lay with his wife as quickly as possible.

y/n lay lounging on the day bed in the sun. the warm light filled the room shining down on the she-elf. her eyes were closed as she basked in the sun, her entire body relaxed. she did not move when she heard kíli’s footsteps enter the sunroom. her sharp, pointed ears could pick up on even the smallest noises.

“the drops of sun add to your beauty,” he said, approaching and sitting next to her on the long sofa.

“i suppose,” y/n said, sighing in relief as she felt his hand run along her thigh. her eyes didn’t open due to the bright light, feeling the mild glow from the natural lighting.

kíli began to slowly lift her dress above her knee and catch a glimpse of her panties. his hand trailed from her kneecap down to her foot. he only wanted to take in every inch of her body and appreciate it after the few weeks he was unable to properly use his arm.

y/n allowed her husband to continue his touches, her hands resting on his chest, waiting in anticipation of his next move. he placed his hand against the front of her panties and tilted his head to look at the relaxed nature of his wife.

the elf adjusted her shoulder blades into the couch and swallowed. feeling her panties being dragged off she opened her eyes curiously. “what are you doing?” she asked, her dress being placed onto her stomach.

“taking care of you,” kíli stated, spreading her legs by taking his hand slowly and parting them, his head diving down. “you always take care of me,” kíli meant that in more ways than just one. his mind was occupied with the thoughts of temptation in front of him.

y/n moaned in agreement, feeling the dwarf’s tongue linger on her thighs before kissing the space right above her clit. kíli’s head was soon buried in her heat, paying extra attention to her clit. suckling, lapping, and gently pulling at it with his lips trying to coerce her into moaning. the elf, who was sighing quietly, had her hands laced in his dark hair and was attempting to lift her hips to meet his mouth.

kíli was holding her firmly to the daybed, still wanting to have a sense of control over y/n. his head was fully immersed in her cunt. the wetness, spreading onto his beard and chin, only gave him more motivation to continue his pleasure. he lifted her legs over his shoulders and spread her asscheeks. he wanted a larger area to continue his naughty antics.

he occasionally would shake his head so his tongue would enter her wet hole. moving up and down, occasionally teasing her asshole as he licked. his normally quiet wife was spewing moans that echoed in the mostly empty sunroom. her eyes were tightly shut as groaned in complete and utter fulfillment.

kíli was enjoying the taste of her cunt like an indecent delicacy. when he was too involved in darting his tongue across her many folds, y/n managed to raise her hip, forcing him to be enveloped further in her heat. the dwarf was startled at this quick movement, causing him to moan into her sloppy wetness.

his hairy forearm laid across her stomach, pushing her back down only so he could breathe better and continue the hungry motions against her most intimate area. the elf groaned with frustration at being forced down. the only grip she had on reality was the one in kíli’s hair. she was panting needily, kíli not aiding in the situation by exploiting her cunt.

the moment he went back to her clit, the elf felt her stomach tighten, her walls contracting over and over from the recognition given to her clit. coming down from her high, kíli buried his face again, lapping her folds before y/n released his thick hair from its tight hold and threw her head back.

kíli laid his head on her thigh, wiping his mouth and beard. the elf, having been vocal for so long, cleared her throat.

Balin

Balin is a busy man, almost always working; but still delivering excellent work, everything for the good of the kingdom

His secret you may ask, a good night's sleep, something he valued above all else

Another secret to his great performance at work was a nice filling breakfast that would get him through a large part of the day

So when the elves came for some negotiations and his usual routine was all over the place you felt sorry for the man, but there was little you could do other than just being there for him

Something that you noticed wasn’t easy to do; he went to bed after you, waking up before you

So when, after a few weeks, you got the news the negotiating was over you were excited, maybe even more so than Balin, he still needed to take care of the aftermath after all

When he was finally done however and he could get the first proper night of sleep in a while you decided to bring him breakfast, or brunch, in bed the following morning, showing how proud you were

You might have been mistaken, but you were almost sure you saw a tear wanting to escape his eye at the sight of you with some delicious food.

Bifur

Bifur had been out working all day, here in the Blue Mountains his work required much longer days than yours seemed to do

However, you knew your dwarf had a day off tomorrow just as you, a day you had been secretly looking forward to

You admired his consistent hard work, and the way he never seemed to complain about it, not taking it for granted

You wanted to show him how much you cared, wanting to do something for him even if it was something as simple as a nice little breakfast.

That night he came home with sore hands, among other things, which you gave a nice little massage as he sat down to relax

Before you had put the candles out you had sternly told him he was going to sleep in the following morning, that he wasn’t allowed out of bed before midday, something he quickly accepted with a nod of his head

He did just as he said he would the next morning, staying in bed, resting as he lay there

Meanwhile you had gotten out of bed, something he grumbled about, not understanding why you wouldn’t stay in bed with him and rest when you were forcing him to do that exact thing

The frustration quickly left him at the sight of you with a tray full of your absolutely delicious cooking, something he always looked forward to when working; loving everything you put on the table.

Bilbo

It was Bilbo’s birthday, a day on which you wanted to pamper him a little, something he never really allowed

He liked doing things himself, because of his stubbornness about matters of the house you had to explicitly tell him; to stay in bed and not come out until you had awoken him

The next morning you had quickly found he had obeyed your orders

Where he was usually up and running; making breakfast for you in the morning when you awoke he was now sitting up and enjoying a book when you did

When you had asked him how long he had been awake for you got a vague answer that told you it was a while but not long enough for his stomach to start rumbling

You had made quick work of getting dressed

Giving him a quick kiss as you made your way out of your bed chambers, a ‘don’t be long’ following after you

You had shaken your head in fond annoyance

As you had made your way to the kitchen you made his vast birthday breakfast in a record time, as you would call it

When you made it back to your bed chambers Bilbo’s first reaction was; ‘I’ve almost finished my book’

But you could tell by the smile on his lips that he loved your gesture

When you placed the tray on his lap, he kissed you ‘Thank you love, it looks delicious’.

Bofur

Bofur had a date with a few friends of his, had told you and you were more than fine with him being away for a night, out having fun

It was always impossible to keep him from a party as he was the party

It did mean he came home drunk every once in a while, today wasn’t any different as you heard him almost barging through the front door from your place in your bed

Not much later he burst into your bedchambers ‘There she is, the beauty,’ he said, walking over to your side of the bed and kissing your temple as a smell of alcohol came from his form

‘Go to sleep lass,’ he mumbled, before kissing your temple again

He walked back to his side, starting to strip before giving up halfway and letting himself fall onto your bed

Snores could be heard in a matter of minutes and you chuckled as you put him under the blanket before going to bed yourself

In the morning you woke him up with the nice smell of a good breakfast, something he could handle with all the liquor he consumed

He let out a groan as you helped his hair out of his face after having put the tray down ‘Eat it, you’ll feel better,’ you said, kissing his forehead

As you stood up and turned to walk away he grabbed your hand

Looking at him you could see him looking back ‘Stay, feed me,’ he spoke with a pout it didn’t take more than a second of contemplation before you sat down.

Bombur

The man always knew how to take care of you, especially if it came to providing you with delicious food to fill your stomach

You were incredibly grateful for it, how could you not be when your stomach never seemed to growl for too long

The need to repay him was always there however, you wanted to show him your gratitude instead of just speaking the words

Luckily for you the dwarf liked his sleep almost as much as he liked his food

This gave you the perfect opportunity for an early morning in which you could prepare him the most delicious breakfast your cooking skills could provide him

Cooking skills you were happy to say you had, maybe they weren’t as satisfactory as your husband's, but they were sure to give him a great start to his day

Right you were, you couldn’t contain your happiness at seeing the smile appear on his face when he saw you walk into the room with the tray you had prepared

You made him sit up before carefully placing the tray in his lap

A kiss you’d planted on his temple before taking place next to him on the other side of the bed, watching him enjoy your creation

Dori

Dori liked luxury and he liked it even more when he could share said luxury with the people he loved

He cared deeply and always wanted to make sure that fact was shown

This time you wanted to return the favour, make him a nice elaborate breakfast with his favourite tea

It wouldn’t be that hard of a task, as the dwarf liked to sleep in, get his beauty sleep; not too long though because there were still things to do and his day needed to be efficient

So the next morning you rose with the sun, he was a surprisingly heavy sleeper so he didn’t notice a thing as you left the bed and started working in the kitchen, even accidentally letting a spatula fall off the counter

A few heart attacks later and you had a perfect little breakfast prepared for him

The only thing left to do was make his tea, which was what you were doing when you heard him wake up in your chambers

You quickly made your way there, halting at the door and telling him to stay as he was already removing his blankets

The kettle could be heard screaming and he raised an eyebrow before doing as you told him

Not much later you were pouring the tea and making your way over to your chambers once again, only this time with tray in hand

When you walked through the door a smile showed on Dori’s face ‘What do I have to thank this service for?’

‘For being so loving, I just wanted to do something for you’

‘You know you did not have to,’ he said, his eyes full of love as he looked at you.

Dwalin

Dwalin had night watch, luckily not late enough for him to go to bed once you were out already, but at times still too late for your liking

It was part of his job, keeping watch, and you respected his work just like everyone else did, at times it did feel a bit unfair

Whenever he returned to your shared bed so late he tried to be as silent as possible, not wanting to wake you from your slumber, but he always failed

You were always there to say goodnight, giving him a kiss and cuddling into his side as he finally closed his eyes

There was a moment though when a thought crossed your mind; he was taking such good care of you and not just you but the kingdom as well

You wanted to thank him in a way and you couldn’t think of a better way than pampering him with your excellent cooking skills

Like always when he had night watch, he slept in, only having to show up at work early midday

So when you got up, you got dressed, kissed him atop of his temple while he was still vast asleep and went to work

You loved what you were doing, and like always time seemed to fly

It wasn’t long before Dwalin’s brunch was done and you heard him waking up in your bedroom

You walked in through your already open bedroom door; ‘Morning sunshine,’ you spoke as you put the tray on his bedside table, massaging him awake

‘Morning,’ came the response

He spotted the tray, his eyes lighting up; ‘For me?’

Fili

Fili didn’t have many days off, but he did have a free morning every once in a while, in which he liked nothing more than to lay in bed together, cuddled up with you

These lazy mornings were his favourite thing, something no one dared interrupt, because they knew the reaction they would get in response

So there you were laying in his arms soaking in his warmth, when you were interrupted, something Fili usually did not like at all

However, this time Fili was the reason for the interruption as his stomach growled, breaking the silence out of nowhere

You snorted at the sound; ‘Are you hungry?' you asked looking up at him to see his sheepish smile

‘Not really,’ he replied pulling you closer against him

‘Wait here,’ you said struggling a little to get out of his hold, ‘I’ll be back soon,’ you said as you saw his pout

You made your way to the kitchen, quickly putting together a nice little breakfast before almost rushing back

When you appeared in the doorway the smile you were met with made it all worth it

‘Come here,’ he said, waving you over

You gave him the tray as you made yourself comfortable on your bed, not wanting to drop anything

When you finally settled down he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple with a ‘Thank you’ as you started eating.

Gloin

Gloin’s birthday was finally around the corner and you had been able to negotiate with your son to let his father sleep in for a bit

In this time he would wake only you in a way that wouldn’t wake his father, which wasn’t hard for he was the complete opposite of a light sleeper

Together you’d prepare Gloin a hearty breakfast, that would make him feel like a king

Because you weren’t alone preparing the breakfast you’d assume it would come around a bit quicker, but it didn’t

You loved your son to bits, loved doing these kinds of things together even if it slowed you down, it made it a bit more special

When it came to just the finishing touches, you told the boy to clean up so you could surprise Gloin

Not much later you were following your son as he barged into your bedroom where Gloin was still sleeping soundly, how, you honestly did not know

Your boy jumped atop his sleeping form, quickly waking him from his beauty sleep and he let out a yelp

‘Don’t do that to me boy, you know how weak your Adad’s heart is’

You laughed at the display as you sat down on the other side of the bed, with breakfast in hand

‘Well apparently your heart is strong enough to let you survive another year and enjoy your delicious birthday breakfast’

‘Oh woman, as if I couldn’t love you any more than I already did,’ he told you as he leaned over to kiss you, your son still clinging to his back.

Kili

Kili had gone sick, food poisoning was the cause

You felt bad for him truly, taking care of him, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when he acted like a whiny baby

An act you knew it was as he tried to convince you to stay by his side, not wanting you to leave him for even a second

You were slightly concerned for his well-being, not just because of the food poisoning, but also because he almost refused to eat, probably scared it would become worse

In the morning you left while he was sleeping, preparing a nice breakfast perfect for a sick individual, hoping you could finally get him to eat something

When you returned to his room he was already up and you could see slight betrayal in his eyes, which had quickly gone when he smelled the food you were carrying

Even though he didn’t want to eat he could still very much appreciate the smell of food and your goal was to let him appreciate the taste as well

When he raised an eyebrow, as to ask you why you even bothered when he probably wouldn’t eat more than one spoon anyway you answered; ‘I made it with a special ingredient I know you’ll like, love’

He let out a snort, but didn’t resist when you held a spoonful of broth in front of his mouth, eating it without second thought

His eyes lit up when he did and he let you feed him almost all of it, telling you he loved you when it was all finished.

Nori

Nori had gone out drinking with some friends, you had an opinion on the matter, but he was of age so who were you to tell him no

When you felt him falling onto your bed next to you in the middle of the night you sat up, and almost laughed out loud when you heard him snoring within seconds

You had gotten up wrapping a robe around your body before helping the sleeping dwarf out of his clothes

He had at least the decency to pull off his shoes when getting into your room, his brain subconsciously protecting himself from you

It was adorable how he of all dwarrow was scared of a single dwarrowdam, who liked to keep her home tidy, but he grew up with Dori so it made sense

Then and there is where you decided to make sure he had a nice way to wake up with that headache you were sure would come

That morning he woke up just as she had predicted and he’d always done after a night out; groaning with a raging headache

Luckily for him you existed and came in just in time to save the day with a perfect after-drinking breakfast

When you came in he groaned, the smell of the food overwhelming him ‘Gosh woman, what is that?’

‘Your breakfast, it’ll help with your predicament,’ he turned to look at your form walking up to him

‘Anything coming from you will, I’ll definitely be enjoying it.'

Oin

Oin had been up most of the night, taking care of one of his patients and because of that coming to your bed late

You couldn’t be frustrated with that fact as he was saving lives most days, just like he had done that night

He was always apologising when he was called for work, not liking leaving you alone at home when he was supposed to be free

Pride is the only thing you felt though when he was called because they needed him; yes at times it was lonely, but you mostly felt pride

The only thing you could think of doing to try erasing his doubt was showing him how much you appreciated his care and wanting to help people

So the next morning you woke up a little earlier than usual and made your way to the kitchen, quickly getting to work

Preparing a nice breakfast on which he could survive the coming day, knowing he had to get up early it was the least you could do

So not that much later you made your way back to your bedroom, setting the tray down on your dresser, letting him sleep for as long as possible

You got dressed in the meantime, in these moments you were glad he didn’t have the best of hearing, meaning he could sleep in peace

Sadly it did increase his other sense and he soon woke up from the delicious smell wafting through the room

‘What’s that delicious smell?’

‘It’s for you,’ you said bringing it over to a grinning dwarrow.

Ori

Ori was sick, stuck in bed with a fever and you hadn’t dared leave his side as you didn’t think his cough sounded too well

He had insisted he was fine on numerous occasions, that there was nothing for you to worry about and that you didn’t need to stay as he knew how busy you were

You stayed persistent though until he threatened you, not wanting to see you when he would wake up from his nap

Not wanting to anger the little dwarrow you made sure not to be there when he woke up, instead going to your kitchen to make him a nice little broth to help him overcome his sickness

Taking your time you made it as delicious as you possibly could

While starting to put it nicely on a tray you could hear him awaken he whispered ‘She finally listened. Couldn’t have her going sick as well’

Cleaning your hands with a cloth and then the countertops before finally making your way back to your bedroom

You were surprised he hadn’t heard you or smelled your creation

When you walked through the door and looked at him you couldn’t even find any surprise in his features

You smiled ‘Did you sleep well?’ leaving your lips

‘Yes,' came the reaction, he didn’t even bother saying anything about the fact that you were still here

‘Smells absolutely delicious,’ he said as you put the tray down ‘Thank you.'

Thorin

The only reason you could give Thorin ‘breakfast’ in bed was because you had dragged him there in the middle of the night

You had gone to sleep and when you hadn’t found him next to you later on in the evening when you had suddenly woken up, you had rolled your eyes and made your way to his study

He was there as always, still working ‘as always’, if only the people knew how much dedication he showed as their king

In the morning you had ordered for him not to be disturbed, he needed the rest after all

Knowing he would be angry if you let him sleep for too long you had decided to awaken him with the delicious smell of brunch

It was your way of coaxing him out of his anger and besides; the man often forgot to eat breakfast if it wasn’t for you, finding his work of greater importance

It had worked, just like you had expected it to do; he was annoyed with you at first, frustrated with the fact you had let him sleep in when there was still so much to do

However, he hadn’t refused your food, which you saw as a massive triumph

You couldn’t help but find him adorable, eating with a frown on his face

When he was done you had smoothed said frown out with your fingers, kissing him there, before turning around to return the dishes

When you heard a soft thank you behind you, you smiled.

༊ THRANDUIL 

big royal wedding, a larger than life event which happens somewhere outdoors amongst the trees, beautiful and light

firstly, it is incredibly aesthetically elaborate and decorated; as well as quite ceremonial and lengthy, fitting for a very important royal couple

but most of all it is incredibly romantic, all things considered

the way he looks at you is just beyond. so much love. 

his vows are very long and detailed and flowery, making you tear up, you swear you almost see a tear in his eyes too. 

to say that you had the best of the best would be an understatement. 

elves and highly esteemed guests come from all over. 

it lasts long, both the ceremony and the party. 

let me just say the drinks are STRONG AND GOOD. high chance of things getting out of hand eventually. 

maybe it’s a custom or something, but you got lavished in gifts prior to the wedding. 

it’s the stuff of legend all around elven kingdoms because it was such a momentous, perfect day. 

he definitely toasts to you, waxing poetic, and everyone must be subjected to listening bc they don’t really have a choice mwahahah

؛༊ THORIN 

dwarves take their big life events seriously. 

it’s elaborate and ceremonious, quite serious during the formal portion of the event, but the party afterwards is an absolute blast. 

it’s also a royal wedding which means it lasts longer than the usual ones and everything is so rich and elaborate

your ring is astonishing, as well as the finest jewelry handmade just for you and Thorin for this particular occasion. 

he’s taking it so seriously and he was also very involved with the planning and fine-tuning. 

the food is AWESOME and the drinks are abundant. 

does he get slightly tipsy and carried away afterwards, when the most important parts are done and he can relax and enjoy the fact that you are together forever <3 maybe. 

definitely holds a speech in your honor, making your face heat up profusely. 

and a toast also. or multiple. 

he will kiss you deeply multiple times throughout the night even though he usually keeps the PDA lowkey and is respectful but ITS HIS WEDDING HE MAKES THE RULES!

؛༊ BILBO 

you know his birthday party, that iconic one? before that, there was this very special party! 

the whole Hobbiton is buzzing and so many people are borderline meddlesome, and so curious about the fact that their strangest of neighbors is getting locked down 👀

Gandalf is obviously a special guest too, but alas, news of a good party travels far and wide so there’s a high chance of some dwarf friends showing up bearing finest gifts for the happy couple (and the gifts are very fine indeed, intricately crafted jewelry worth a small fortune, inspiring even more curious whispers all around) 

Bilbo is STRESSING sooo much about everything, it would be endearing if he wasn’t stressing you out by proxy – he just wants you to have the most pleasant day! every now and then you need to calm him down as you get further into planning, but alas, he survives

there’s fireworks! in all your favorite colors

he stumbles over his words slightly during the ceremony but he can’t help it, he is just overcome by how much he loves you and that you’re actually getting married! 

the party lasts until dawn basically; whoever survives, survives.

he’s not one for much dancing in front of hundreds of guests, but he’s obliged to take you for a spin at least a couple times (and show you off a bit, he’s allowed to be sweetly possesive). 

not removing his hands off of you for a single second – you’re his now, and also stunning, and why should he not be all over you, especially on this day? 

a billion kisses and maybe even a small makeout session or two when he thinks nobody’s watching (except the nosy relatives who gasp, but they won’t remember much in the morning anyway…)

؛༊ FÍLI 

the most romantic little affair ever. 

as much as he was pushed to make it a big royal thing, he managed, with his charming stubbornness, to talk his uncle and brother into making it at least a medium-sized event, as per your wishes and comfort. 

as much as he is involved with planning the whole thing by your side, his main priority is that you get everything you want, whether it’s a flower that is completely out of season, or a cake flavoring that can be found only three kingdoms away, he will pull out all the stops to make you feel like absolute royalty. to him, it’s in a way also proving that he will be an amazing, dependable husband

before the chaos of the day, you two ditch the traditions and actually get ready for it together, and of course, wedding braids are a must. 

it’s very intimate and sweet, calming both of your nerves prior to the grand event. 

the only downside is that now you have to wait to extend those sweet moments into something more, but you will definitely be sneaking off here and there to indulge in each other just a bit before the end of the party. 

he will not leave your side for a single second all throughout the day, he is all but glowing with pride and joy with having found his one person for life, and making it official in front of those who matter to the two of you

one of the sweetest parts of the day was when the two of you shared the first dance as a married couple – he held you as close as possible and you will never forget the shimmering look in his blue eyes 

؛༊ KÍLI 

well the two of you crazy kids were feeling particularly adventurous and enamored that you straight up ended up eloping – when he was in love, that was it, and waiting and organizing something for months in advance wasn’t really up his alley; as long as you wouldn’t feel like you’re missing out on something. 

he writes his vows in the form of a letter to you, as do you to him, and you read them out to each other somewhere beautiful, preferably during sunset or some romantic time like that. 

there are definitely some wholesome and happy tears involved, but it’s certainly the perfect occasion for those!

naturally, you put each other’s hair into intricate braids, with the utmost love and care 

you know what’s amazing?? there is nobody else around which means you can kiss each other to your hearts’ content! 

when you return home as a very MARRIED couple, there is definitely a bit of commotion and surprise, but also… he’s a mischievous romantic, so at least his brother wouldn’t have been all too shocked

maybe you get talked into at least hosting a big dinner for the closest family and friends

he can only avoid his uncle’s insistence so much…

but it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things – you had gotten what you’d originally wanted anyway, so you might indulge those closest to you and let them partake in celebrating your love story

this dwarf is absolutely smitten with you and it’s evident on his face 24/7, he is just so elated at the thought of spending the rest of your lives together!!