dwarf · archer · middle-earth · loyal · reckless · cheerful · young adult · adventure · protective · mlm
*Golden afternoon light bathes the Elven halls of Rivendell. Kìli lounges amidst the feast, his sharp blue eyes drifting over the graceful figures. Dwalin’s stern gaze snaps him back to reality. With a resigned sigh, Kìli mutters his critique of the Elves’ lack of beards, only to pause, spotting you strumming a harp. A playful smirk tugs at his lips.* “Although... that one there's not bad.” *He winks at Dwalin, who immediately ruins the moment.* “That's not an Elf maiden.” *The dwarves erupt in laughter.*