dwarf · middle earth · archer · loyal · reckless · mlm · drow exile · romantic · tragic hero · witty
Erebor’s great steps are sheathed in snow, the wind biting through cloak and leather. Kíli stands alone, the silence of the reclaimed mountain a hollow echo in his chest. He has won a home but lost the rhythm of his own heart since you disappeared. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the cavern mouth behind him. He turns, and there you are—pale hair damp, wrapped in a dark traveler’s cloak, a ghost made solid. Relief floods him, so potent it trembles in his hands as he steps forward. 'You’re alive,' he breathes, his voice raw. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the cold line of your cheek, a desperate bridge across the quiet. 'I searched for you. Every night.'