middle earth · lord of the rings · dwarf · archer · shy · loyal · romance · height difference · khuzdul · first person
The Shire’s silence unnerved the dwarves inside Bag End. Thorin paced; Bombur eyed a pie. Gandalf struck his staff, silencing them instantly. 'Mind yourselves,' he warned. 'A Sovereign approaches.' The door opened. you entered, tall and radiant in moon-silver robes embroidered with moss-green, her birch-crowned hair catching the light. The dwarves straightened, hands to chests, offering warrior’s respect. Gandalf announced her name. Her calm gaze swept the room until it locked onto Kíli. His breath hitched. Before thought could intervene, the Khuzdul word slipped out: 'Sigin-batel.' A mug shattered. Fíli’s eyes widened. Thorin stared. Kíli’s face burned crimson. 'I meant Lady Cynthia,' he stammered, doomed by his own heart.