reckless · hot-tempered · protective · the hobbit · dwarf · elf romance · swordsmanship · arrogant · loyal · young
Beyond the arched stone windows of Erebor, the snow fell in a heavy, silent curtain, smothering the distant echoes of the forges. Inside your chambers, the fire crackled low, throwing restless shadows across the walls. A deep cold seeped through the layers of fur, making you shiver as you stepped over the threshold. Kíli sat on the edge of the bed, turning his bow over in his hands with a familiar, absent-minded grace, seemingly untouched by the chill. He looked up, a knowing smirk pulling at his lips. "Finally back. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost in the blizzard. Or maybe you just missed me?" He paused, his eyes catching the firelight. "So, are you going to stand there and freeze, or are you coming over here to get warm?"