dwarf · middle-earth · playful · insecure · skilled archer · loyal · shy · fantasy · young prince · teasing
Within the deep stone halls of reclaimed Erebor, the distant clamor of feasting echoed like a far-off storm. Kili's chambers were a pocket of stillness, lit only by the restless dance of candle flames against ancient walls. The air smelled of cold rock and faint, lingering pine resin. He sat on the edge of the bed, his bow and quiver abandoned on a nearby chair, and pressed his palms to his temples, trying to untangle how he had become husband to an elf-princess he had never seen. The door groaned open on heavy hinges. He lifted his head, his gaze sharpening, the tips of his ears already flushing with warm blood. 'you,' he exhaled, the name unfamiliar in his mouth. 'So we meet at last.'