Prompt Post 4
Prompt post 4
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Kili is bored. Mind-numbingly, beard-scratchingly bored. This is of course why he's sneaking out of the dwarves' Rivendell camp, tip-toeing carefully over Bifur's snoring form. As he reaches the edge of the courtyard, Kili looks back cautiously, checking that the remainder of the company is still asleep. He nods to himself, thankful that Gandalf had convinced Thorin not to set a watch, for now he can be sure that his departure is undetected. Time to explore, he thinks gleefully, then slips into the shadowed halls of Rivendell.
The night is still and quiet, and with all serene around him Kili finds he cannot fathom his uncle's stubborn suspicion of their hosts. Yes elves betrayed his people, he's heard that story many times, but that was long ago and it was not these elves. These elves have been nothing but welcoming, Elrond granting food and shelter with only the slightest condescending air. And frankly, Kili is bored. Bored enough that the thought of exploration far outweighs the threat of his uncle's displeasure, and if there's threat hidden in the shadows, well he'll find out soon enough.
But it seems that there's no threat to find, for the young dwarf treads softly through Rivendell's halls and sees nothing but an alien beauty. This is not the artistry of the dwarves, rooted deep in the enduring craftsmanship of earth and stone. Instead it is an artistry of nature, for buildings are shaped around the simple bends of living trees and streams, high airy ceilings meant to recreate the sky. Kili marvels as he walks, entranced by the carvings, the tapestry and glass and finally by a statue that holds a single broken sword. At the sight of Narsil, the famous blade of Elendil, Kili turns to whisper to his brother in delight. Bu then he remembers that he left Fili sleeping, too near their uncle to risk waking tonight. However, Kili barely has time to miss the familiar presence at his side before his attention is caught by a noise from the dark. Is that laughter? he wonders curiously, trailing the sound out of the building and into the trees. I didn't think anyone else would be awake.
Kili follows the noise onward, finding that it is indeed laughter and much of it as well. It is accompanied by a musical chatter he recognizes as elvish, though does not understand. Sounds like at least two, maybe three. Wonder what they're doing out here? he thinks as he walks deeper into the forest. Finally, Kili comes to a stop at the edge of a small clearing from which shines a soft, white light. Concealing himself behind one of the trees, the dwarf peers into the grove, looking for the source of the voices.
He is not expecting what he sees.
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Thank you so much for filling my promp; I can't wait to see where this is going! :D
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Inside the clearing are three elves, as ageless as all their people but Kili judges them youths by their manner and dress. For two of them, dark-haired and nearly identical, lay sprawled carelessly on the ground, chatting easily and holding flasks in their hands. The third, as fair as his fellows are dark, stands unsteadily before them with his clothes rumpled and hair in disarray. Three more flasks lay empty at his feet and he sways unsteadily as he carries on in elvish, waving his arms with every other word. Though Kili cannot understand him, he recognizes the tone and the body language for Fili too is an opinionated drunk. Maybe it's a blond thing? he wonders and the similarity makes him laugh.
Though quiet, Kili's chuckle reverberates against the trees and he ducks back quickly as the elves turn to look.
"Is someone there?" the twins ask in unison, switching to the common tongue as they peer intensely into the forest. They quickly attempt to put on a proper mask of elvish serenity, straightening their clothes and hiding their flasks behind their backs. But this is ruined by the blond behind them, who sways, trips, and falls giggling to the ground.
"Lindir, is that you? We were just, uh-"
"showing Legolas around. He wanted-"
"to see the trees and the-."
"stars, really." They chatter on, explanations growing ever more elaborate, until Kili takes pity on them and steps into view.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I was just looking around." He explains hesitantly, standing on the edge of the trees.
"Oh, it's a dwarf-"
"and a young one, we thought-"
"you might be Lindir. Father's steward wouldn't approve of-"
"us corrupting dear sweet Legolas here." The twins explain cheerfully, waving a hand toward their incoherent friend. "Of course, I doubt he'd approve-"
"of a dwarf either. But what he doesn't know-"
"won't hurt him, will it? So you can join us-"
"if you like." They smile at Kili and make encouraging gestures in his direction until he walks forward and joins them on the grass.
"So what are you doing out here?" One twin asks eagerly, "Lindir always says dwarves all hate us, and the way father talks I thought you'd all be holed up with weapons at the ready. Just in case we terribly dangerous elves try something nasty."
Kili shrugs. "Uncle wanted to. And some of the others too. But I don't know, I've never been very good at hating people, especially ones I've never met. And I was curious."
"Sensible of you." The elf nods in response. "I'm Elladan, by the way, and this is my brother Elrohir. The giggling wreck over there is Legolas."
"He's had a bit much to drink tonight-"
"those Mirkwood elves have no tolerance, you know."
"Nice to meet you all. I'm Kili, at your service" he says, liking these elves more and more. "What are you drinking anyway?"
"Only father's best Firewine, of course."
"Care to try some?" Elrohir asks, offering his flask. Kili takes it cautiously, sniffing the liquid inside before tossing some back. The drink burns as he swallows it, leaving a trail of fire in its wake and he chokes, spluttering.
"Strong stuff that. Impressive." Kili coughs, handing back the flask as the twins laugh genially. I guess elves are pretty sturdy after all. That stuff would strip iron from rock.
"We take our vices seriously and-"
"we have time to do them right. What do dwarves do for fun anyway?"
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"You all right there?" Kili asks, reaching out to steady the blond who stares at him with bleary eyes. Legolas nods vaguely and attempts to stand but fails, flailing wildly as he tumbles into Kili's lap. Though the elf is light for his size, the collision still draws an oof from the dwarf that sends the twins into desperate peals of laughter. As Kili stares down at him, Legolas reaches up and pokes him in the chin, before asking plaintively,
"But what happened to your beard? Father always said dwarves had magnificent beards." This sets the twins off again and Kili blushes deeply before defending himself.
"Am too a proper dwarf. You'll see, after we get our mountain back I'll grow an amazing beard. Or maybe not, because I need it short for my bow, to shoot the arrows. Otherwise it gets messy with feathers and hair flying everywhere. But I could grow a beard, if I wanted to." Kili grumbles drunkenly.
"Arrows!" Legolas bolts upright, missing Kili's chin by the narrowest of margins. "I love arrows because I'm an archer too. Can I see your bow? I wanna see your bow." The elf grins hazily at him before leaning in close and whispering confidentially, "And I think you're a very nice dwarf, beard or no." Kili blushes deeper and stares at him, dumbfounded, until Elladan gets himself under control.
"He's right you know, you should show us-"
"your bow. We can go to the archery range so you can show us your skills. Leggy here's quite good-"
"when he's sober and I didn't know there were any dwarf archers, so it'd-"
"be fun, really, to see how you do it." Elrohir finishes, staring at Kili intently, obviously willing him to agree. He's hesitant at first, because his archery has long been a sore point at home- undwarflike they say- but at their honest curiosity he finds himself giving in.
"All right" Kili agrees, "We can do it. But not tonight, I couldn't hit anything right now. And I should probably go soon, before I'm missed."
"Tomorrow then," Elladan says firmly, nodding his head.
"But maybe in the afternoon," Elrohir adds, looking fondly at Legolas where he's still draped across the dwarf. "Meet us in the front hall after the midday meal?"
"That should work" Kili begins untangling himself, pushing the blond elf upright and removing his arms. "As long as I can get away. I'll bring my brother along so he can show you how a dwarf can throw axes as well." He hands Legolas off to Elladan and then waves goodbye, stumbling back the way he came. Before long Kili finds himself again in the company's courtyard, slipping carefully to his bedroll on unsteady feet. When he reaches it, he drops down gratefully before checking again that Thorin hasn't stirred. Satisfied with what he sees, Kili curls up in his cloak and lets the darkness take him.
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i haven't read the books, but a lot of fics i've read about the twins have them similar to yours~~
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And I'm glad you're enjoying it, the next part should be up today or tomorrow.
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"Did you have a good night?" Fíli grins down at him, looking far too perky in the face of his brother's misery.
"As a matter of fact, I did," Kíli retorts, glaring up at him. "Though the morning after sucks," he admits when he finally manages to sit up, squinting against the agony of light. Mahal's beard, my head. Remind me never to challenge an elf to a drinking contest.
"Where's everyone else?" He asks as he looks around the courtyard.
"You slept through breakfast so they're out and about. Most are resupplying and fixing up their gear since uncle wants to leave as soon as possible. But Gandalf said this morning that Lord Elrond won't be able to read our map for some days yet, something about the phases of the moon, so they were arguing again." Fíli explains as he helps his brother to his feet. "I hope whatever you got up to last night was worth uncle's disapproval. He wasn't pleased when you refused to wake."
"It was," Kíli reassures him, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "Which reminds me, come to the front hall after lunch and bring your throwing axes, yeah? I've got some folks I want you to meet."
All right," Fíli agrees bemusedly. "But best take a bath first, brother, you smell foul."
Kíli takes this advice to heart and after a wash and a change of clothes he almost feels alive again. He spends the rest of the morning checking and cleaning his equipment so as to avoid enraging his uncle any further, and indeed Thorin's face softens somewhat when everyone returns for lunch to find Kíli working industriously. Once the company has eaten, Kíli returns to grab his bow and heads quickly toward the great front hall.
When he arrives, Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas are already waiting, looking fresh and bright-eyed in a way that is entirely unfair.
Upon seeing Kíli, Legolas calls out cheerfully, "Master dwarf, you're looking rather good for someone who had his first taste of Firewine last night. It always puts humans down for days."
"Dwarves are made of sterner stuff than that." Kíli laughs in response. "And you're one to talk, master elf. I'm surprised you're even awake given the state you were in."
Legolas just shrugs, ""I'm an elf, we recover fast. Sorry about all the, ah, poking though." He adds, looking away and blushing slightly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure I've done worse." A snort of agreement from behind him makes Kíli turn. "Fíli, there you are. Come over here and meet my new friends." Kíli can tell his brother is somewhat wary of the elves, always the responsible one, but Fíli does as asked nonetheless.
"These are Elrond's sons, Elladan and Elrohir," He tells him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "And that's Legolas, of Mirkwood." At the last Fíli shoots him a look, clearly saying, Mirkwood? Uncle won't like that. Kíli just raises his eyebrows in response. Well we just won't tell him about that will we? It'll be fine. Shrugging his agreement, Fíli greets the elves who then lead the group to the valley's practice range.
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In contrast, Legolas is a thing of beauty with a bow in his hand, deadly, sleek and incredibly skilled. Each draw is swift and sure, each arrow held perfectly steady and each shot flies with an impossible accuracy that Kíli cannot hope to surpass. But Legolas is so genuine in his appreciation of the dwarf bow Kíli carries and so honestly helpful in his desire to improve his hard-won skills that the dwarf cannot even be jealous.
So instead of anger and humiliation the afternoon is wiled away in tips and tricks and practice, jokes and lessons learned. And by the time they part, Kíli and Legolas are fast friends, having bonded over their shared experiences as archers, younger brothers, and defiers of expectation. Fíli has relaxed as well, the twins admiration for his axes and quick-witted banter overcoming his initial reticence. Thus it's with a light heart that Kíli nudges his brother as they walk back to their camp, a grin and raised eyebrow asking, I told you it was worth it, didn't I?
Yeah, yeah. You were right this time, Fíli rolls his eyes in response, before adding with a shake of his head. Still not gonna tell uncle though.
Kíli just laughs. Course not, I'm not an idiot.
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This is one of my favorite fills here on this meme, hits all my buttons!
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