Nonsense - A "The Hobbit" ficlet
Title: Nonsense
Category: Het (Movie canon)
Characters: Tauriel
Pairings: Tauriel/Kili
Rating: K (I guess)
Summary: After locking the dwarves into their cells, Tauriel cannot get them out of her head. Well, one of them in particular.
Author's Note(s): This is my first fic for The Hobbit, so it's more like an experiment. I hope you like it, anyway. :)
Nonsense
She couldn’t get him out of her head. If she closed her eyes she could see him as clearly as if he were right next to her. That dwarf. He was different from the others and not only because he didn’t have a beard. Only a stubble: it was nothing, comparing to the beards his companions had - their facial hair was impressive with all those braids and beads in it. Perhaps he was too young to grow one. She wondered how old he could be, but she wasn’t sure she would be able to guess it as she didn’t know much about dwarves. She only knew that they weren’t fond of the elves and the “affection” was mutual. She noticed that as they brought the dwarves in. She could see it in all of them, except in that young one.
He was different from the others. The way he talked to her - he was the first prisoner she had heard speaking about his mother. And the way he looked at her was different, too. There was no anger in his dark eyes; they were rather curious and they woke up her curiosity as well. She wanted to know more about him: who he was, where he and his company were coming from, why they were here in Mirkwood, or what it would be like running her fingers across his stubbly face.
Wait. No. She shook her head a little to get rid of that thought, but it didn’t go away. Indeed, what would it be like touching his skin? She imagined running her fingers gently across his jawline just to know how it would feel. Although she had never touched anyone with a stubble before, she was sure it would feel good. She slid her hand backwards, cupping his face while the tips of her fingers were brushing against his earlobe.
As she realised what she was thinking about, she shook her head, letting out a small laugh. Had she just started to have a crush on that dwarf? It was absurd; she knew it would outrage all the elves. Having a crush on a dwarf - a complete nonsense.
Yet she still found it somehow appealing.
Category: Het (Movie canon)
Characters: Tauriel
Pairings: Tauriel/Kili
Rating: K (I guess)
Summary: After locking the dwarves into their cells, Tauriel cannot get them out of her head. Well, one of them in particular.
Author's Note(s): This is my first fic for The Hobbit, so it's more like an experiment. I hope you like it, anyway. :)
Nonsense
She couldn’t get him out of her head. If she closed her eyes she could see him as clearly as if he were right next to her. That dwarf. He was different from the others and not only because he didn’t have a beard. Only a stubble: it was nothing, comparing to the beards his companions had - their facial hair was impressive with all those braids and beads in it. Perhaps he was too young to grow one. She wondered how old he could be, but she wasn’t sure she would be able to guess it as she didn’t know much about dwarves. She only knew that they weren’t fond of the elves and the “affection” was mutual. She noticed that as they brought the dwarves in. She could see it in all of them, except in that young one.
He was different from the others. The way he talked to her - he was the first prisoner she had heard speaking about his mother. And the way he looked at her was different, too. There was no anger in his dark eyes; they were rather curious and they woke up her curiosity as well. She wanted to know more about him: who he was, where he and his company were coming from, why they were here in Mirkwood, or what it would be like running her fingers across his stubbly face.
Wait. No. She shook her head a little to get rid of that thought, but it didn’t go away. Indeed, what would it be like touching his skin? She imagined running her fingers gently across his jawline just to know how it would feel. Although she had never touched anyone with a stubble before, she was sure it would feel good. She slid her hand backwards, cupping his face while the tips of her fingers were brushing against his earlobe.
As she realised what she was thinking about, she shook her head, letting out a small laugh. Had she just started to have a crush on that dwarf? It was absurd; she knew it would outrage all the elves. Having a crush on a dwarf - a complete nonsense.
Yet she still found it somehow appealing.