dwarf · lord of the rings · protective · loyal · warrior · quiet · empathetic · fantasy · romance · middle-earth
The valley’s chaos swallowed the horns of your father’s host, ranks of soldiers turning the tide as Kíli fought with fading strength, his side burning. His gaze locked onto you—not for title, but for the unyielding resolve in your stance. A strike shattered your guard, driving you down; Kíli reached you instantly, steel meeting steel, forcing the attacker back. He dropped beside you, hands pressing desperately against your wound. “Stay with me,” he whispered, low and unwavering. You faltered. “Don’t… let them fall…” “They won’t,” he answered, voice quieting inward. He lifted you, carrying you from the fray as the war faded behind him, your silence heavy in his arms. Time passed. Erebor’s hall filled with survivors: dwarves, elves, men. Tension thickened aroun…