Find out how to capture your crush’s attention here
Monat: März 2016
Building a Future
Fili blinked up at
his mother, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as she examined the
beads in his hair. A little ball of warm pride stirred in his chest and his
hand tightened even more on his brother’s. If he had different – if he had been
himself – he’d already be bursting with words of praise for his Kili’s skill.
As it was, he just smiled at him, and followed the tug of his hand to a seat,
wedging himself firmly against him from knee to hip.He loosened his grip
on Kili’s hand with a barely audible murmur of embarrassed apology, the smile
dimming to one of nerves and cautious pleasure. Despite his discomfort, he did
feel close to bubbling over about his brother’s gift, wanting to offer up the
suggestion of a real wedding on a silver platter to his mother as some form of
peace offering. The smell of fresh bread placed directly under his nose
distracted that thought fairly quickly.
Gushing over his brother could wait until he fed the rumbling of his
belly.Fili would have dug
in immediately had it not been for Kili’s questions. They were coming from
someone who spent more time worrying about his citizens than his own hunger.
Someone whose thoughts were wholly fixated on the future and all the things
that might happen. Someone who should clearly not be his carefree little
brother. Dis’s quick dismissal and his own silence made him press his lips
together into a thin line, staring down at the candies on his plate. He wasn’t
sure what to say. If he stuck up for Kili it may make him think he wanted him
to continue the way he’d been. If he agreed, he was dismissing himself as well.
He swallowed. “A good prince takes interest in the wellbeing of his people
even if someone else is in charge. But she’s right, it’s not your job now. Just
eat.”
Kili gave a grin, and suddenly he was all his old self again. “I told ye I was havin’ your back, though” he replied, “D’ye think I’d risk ye running out of mead, eh?”
Dis gave a snort. “Oh, like that, is it? Well, no need to worry on that hand, we’re fairly well supplied so far. Now eat ‘fore your uncle gets his hands on yer platter as well.” She had raised her voice at her last words, and Frerin chuckled somewhere behind the shelf. “If ye’d been livin’ in the wilderness for more than a century, you’d be keepin’ an eye on every sort of food available yerself, sister dear.”
Kili grinned, if a bit reluctantly, though he started to eat, slowly at first, but quickly finding back to his usual speed, emptying his platter within the blink of an eye, as it seemed. Slumping back on the stone bench a little, he leaned against his brother, grinning like a rather pleased cat and making a soft, purring sound as he rested his head against Fili’s shoulder. “Ask her, now” he hummed into his brother’s ear, “’bout the wedding. And stop worryin’ about me inquirin’ about our supplies, I’m nay that keen on starvin’, ye see.“
Frerin appeared from where he’d been rummaging through their supplies, helping himself to a drink of his own. “The two of you wouldn’t have a moment t’spare when ye’re done eating, would ye? I need t’speak to you.”
Building a Future
It wasn’t so bad, with Kili’s hand clasping his, as they passed one torch after another in their iron holders high above his head. They didn’t gutter and spit from snowflakes, but burned evenly and somewhat warmly. Fili still watched them warily. He didn’t particularly like fire anymore, but he didn’t like being cold either. It was unfortunate conflict of interests that only seemed solved by Kili’s warmth and a nest of blankets. Unconsciously, he pressed into Kili’s side, focused on the smell of him, the strength in his grip, the warmth radiating from his skin.
Their pace slowed at the stairs, but it was hesitation rather than fullblown panic that slowed their steps. Progress. He felt a bit dizzy when they entered the kitchen, wanting to immediately sink into a chair and put his head between his knees, (the smell of fish didn’t exactly help) but he found himself blinking stupidly at the lady bustling around the hearth. Fili’s first thought was that velvet was very impractical in a kitchen. He didn’t realize it was Dis for several moment, and only then did he notice Frerin loitering in the corner. His muscles – or what was left of them – tensed minutely.
There was a moment in which he’d have happily turned tail and bolted, but Kili still had a good grip on his hand and he didn’t want to make a scene, so he did the best he could to focus his attention on his mother and not the dwarf lurking in the shadows. He almost opened his mouth to ask how long she’d been dressing like that, but thought better of it when he realized she’d probably started the week she arrived in Erebor, but he hadn’t been bothered to notice.
His jaw clenched shut and he accepted the hug with relative grace, though he only returned it halfway, unwilling to release the probably now painful grip he had on Kili’s hand. He gave a short nod, unconsciously tilting his head toward Dis’s hand. “Kili’s been helping,” came the quiet murmur, feeling it important to note that it was Kili’s efforts and not his own that had gotten him here.
“Hmm.” Dis gave a smile. “That’s what husbands do, ye see?” She reached up, her fingers briefly following one of the beads. “Sit” she decided then, “The two of ye look awfully thin, and I won’t have any of that.”
Kili gave a grin, lightly pulling his brother’s hand as he motioned him over to one of the tables, sitting down and looking rather pleased with himself as he leaned against his brother. “Ye’re crushin’ my hand, Fee” he said softly, raising it to his lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles anyway, “I told ye it’ll be alright, mh?”
Their mother was, of course, an expert to procure food out of nothing; as such, within minutes she had managed to have two dishes placed before them (with no fish, but honey sweets, fresh bread and what looked like venison, likely obtained from the elves) and two mugs filled with mead. “From Beorn’s”, she explained, “Well, the honey is; the rest is our own produce already.”
Kili glanced up at her, frowning a little. “Will he continue t’supply us through the winter, then? And come spring?”
“I suppose so” Dís replied, though her glance flickered over to Fili for a brief moment, “It’s nothin’ you should be worryin’ about, though. Your uncles will take care of that.”
keep careful watch of my brother's s o u l;; 