Word Count: 1092, I think
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, FLUFF, all the fluff!!!
A/N: I loved writing this one and getting a different view from my general Kili x readers that I do on google docs. Btw this is my first time posting one soooo it might be kinda cringey. Plz let me know in the notes if there's anything I should work on!
The sun dipped below the peaks of the Misty Mountains, casting long shadows across the emerald green meadow. I sat beneath a magnificent cherry blossom tree, its branches heavy with delicate pink blossoms. The weight of the crown, newly forged, surprisingly heavy on my brow. Erebor was ours, reclaimed from the dragon's clutches, but a strange emptiness gnawed at me, a yearning for something more than gold and the weight of kingship.
I thought of y/n, her laughter echoing in the halls of Rivendell, the way her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, would light up when she spoke of Elvish lore. I, the warrior, had found myself drawn to her quiet strength, to the way her mind seemed to devour knowledge with an insatiable hunger.
I imagined evenings spent poring over dusty tomes, our voices a low murmur in the firelight. Long walks beneath a canopy of stars, our conversation meandering through history, myth, and the mysteries of the world. The thought of such a life… it wasn't just a dream, it was a faint, impossible hope. A hope that quickly flickered, remembering Thorin's stern disapproval of such… distractions. Thorin, ever the king, believed my focus should be solely on rebuilding Erebor, on forging strong alliances, on ensuring the dwarves' prosperity. Romance, in Thorin's eyes, was a luxury for lesser men.
A rustle in the tall grass startled me. I drew my sword, my hand instinctively reaching for the hilt, before I recognized the figure emerging from the shadows. It was y/n.
Her face was pale, etched with a weariness that mirrored my own. But her eyes, those stormy seas, held a flicker of something I couldn't quite name - perhaps concern, perhaps something more. "Fili," she breathed, her voice a whisper.
Time seemed to slow. The setting sun, the rustling grass, even the distant murmur of the river faded into the background. There, before me, stood the woman who had haunted my thoughts.
"Y/n," I replied, my voice rough with surprise. "What brings you here?"
She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I… I heard whispers of your victory. And I… I wanted to see you."
A strange warmth spread across my face, a fragile hope blooming in the desolate landscape of my grief. The journey had been arduous, but we had survived. Perhaps this was not the end of our journey, but a new beginning. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was still beauty to be found in the world. I quickly pushed away the thought of Thorin's disapproval. My own happiness mattered.
I gestured towards the space beside me beneath the cherry blossom tree. "Come, sit."
As she moved closer, a shower of delicate pink petals fell around us like snow. I noticed the way my cloak brushed against her arm, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through me. It wasn't the cold that made me shiver. It was something else entirely.
I watched as she sat, her eyes drawn to the distant peaks, a thoughtful expression gracing her lips. The setting sun cast a golden glow on her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheek and the way her hair, the color of spun moonlight, shimmered in the fading light. Petals from the cherry blossom tree rained down around us, creating a magical, ethereal atmosphere.
"It is beautiful here," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Indeed," I agreed, my gaze fixed on her. "Erebor is beautiful, but sometimes… sometimes it feels too grand, too imposing."
She turned to me, a curious expression in her eyes. "And what do you seek, Fili? In this vast kingdom?"
I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the yearning that had been growing within me. "Peace," I finally admitted, "and… and something more."
I saw a flicker of understanding in her eyes, a mirroring of the emotions that swirled within me. The silence that followed was not awkward, but rather a comfortable hush, filled with unspoken words and shared glances.
Emboldened by the growing intensity of her gaze, I leaned closer. The scent of cherry blossoms and spring filled the air. I could feel her breath on my face, warm and soft. I longed to close the distance between us, to feel her lips brush against my own.
And then, I did. I leaned in, my eyes closed, and pressed my lips to hers. It was a fleeting touch, a tentative exploration, but it ignited a fire within me.
But before I could respond, a voice boomed through the meadow, "Fili! What in Durin's beard are you doing?!"
Kili, his face a mixture of shock and amusement, stood a short distance away, his hands on his hips. The moment was shattered. I pulled back, my face flushed. I looked from Kili to y/n, her cheeks tinged with a blush that rivaled the sunset.
Kili, ever the mischievous one, grinned. "Found yourself a sweetheart, brother?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.
I, flustered, could only stammer, "Kili! You… you startled me."
She managed a small smile. "It seems we were… interrupted," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
Kili, ever the observer, raised an eyebrow. "Seems like it. Well, I'll let you two lovebirds get back to, well, you know what." He winked, then turned and strode away, whistling a jaunty tune.
I watched him go, a mixture of annoyance and amusement washing over me. I turned back to y/n, my face still flushed. "I… I apologize," I stammered. "Kili has a… tendency to appear at inopportune moments."
She smiled, her eyes sparkling.
I leaned in again, my eyes searching hers. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense, a yearning expressed in a single, passionate movement. I tasted the sweetness of her lips, the faint scent of wildflowers in her hair.
She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
She noticed a piece of hair in front of my ear. She smiled caringly and swept the hair behind my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and my breath stifled. "What's wrong?" she said anxiously. "Do you really not know?" I smiled at her with a small smirk in a slightly surprised way. "Know what?" she asked. "How sensitive and delicate a dwarf's ears are." I said. "O-Oh!" she said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-" she began to stress. "No, no, it's alright." I said reassuringly. I slowly leaned in towards her, getting lost in her lovely, e/c eyes.
I gently brushed my lips against hers, a slow, tender kiss that deepened as I lost myself in the sensation of her lips against mine. I tasted the sweetness of her breath, the faint scent of wildflowers in her hair.
She sighed softly against my lips, her hands finding their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer still. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises, a declaration of love whispered on the breeze.
However, she now knew the thing about dwarves, and she caressingly stroked my ear before running her hands through my hair. I freely moaned into her mouth, and I could feel a grin forming on her lips. I pulled away slowly. "I love you, Amralime." I said sweetly. "I love you too."
for all my th and lotr lovers