LOTR/Hobbit Imagines

Fíli - Drunk in Love

Still half asleep you turned on your other side, clutching the sheets and furs in an attempt to keep the warmth inside your little cocoon, and scooted over to Fíli's side of the bed in search of his body heat.
Being married to a Dwarf meant you never had to feel cold anymore, his body your own private furnace he was more than happy for you to use at any time. Every night you fell asleep in his arms, your cheek pressed into the soft curls of his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent while you let his heartbeat guide you to the land of dreams.
But your searching fingers didn't find the heated skin you were looking for, instead finding a cold and empty spot where your husband was supposed to be sleeping.
You opened your eyes and sat up straight, looking around the dimly lit room for any sign of Fíli. The fire was still smoldering, which meant it had to be in the early hours of the night, too early for breakfast, but too late to be waking up to an empty bed. Where was he?

Fíli and you didn't go to bed together that night, for the first time since well... your wedding night. The reason for this change of pace was very simple: last night marked the seven year anniversary of the reclaiming of Erebor and almost five year anniversary of the rebuild, and as the newly set tradition went there was a grand feast to celebrate.
Even though you had been enjoying the festivities - the sight of the Durin family and Company members being happy and carefree warmed your heart every time - as the feast went on, you grew rather tired.
When the clock struck midnight, you'd left Fíli in the company of his brother and their friends in the Great Hall, and that's where you probably had the most chance of finding him at this hour. Or you hoped so, because the last thing you wanted to do was roam the halls of Erebor in your nightshift in search of your husband. You could only imagine the rumors that would go around at the breakfast table!

You stepped out of bed and shivered when the cold of the night greeted you, so you quickly let your feet glide into your thick fur boots and threw your winter robe on to cover yourself.

Fíli was most likely still celebrating and simply lost track of time, nothing to worry about, but you couldn't suppress the tiny voice at the back of your mind that kept repeating something was wrong.

What if he was so drunk he lost his way or he fell off one of the many bridges or stairs? When you'd suggested railings for them during one of the many construction meetings, everyone bursted out in laughter. "The first Dwarf to lose their footing on stone is yet to be born, lass," they'd laughed, wiping the tears out of their eyes. You never thought about asking again.

You kept your pace steady but fast, a little slower when you crossed a bridge or stairway, making sure to check every corner and every nook in case your husband decided in his drunken haze that it was a perfect place to settle for the night.

But the hallways of Erebor were abandoned and eerily quiet, as they should be at that hour.

As you reached the corridor that led to the Great Hall, the sounds of careless laughter and chatter swelled. The celebrations were definitely not over yet, and just like you guessed, your husband wasn't done partying.

Fíli was standing on top of one of the long dining tables, feet firmly planted between dirty plates and empty beer mugs, his brother Kíli at the other end, their friends scattered around the table, watching them dance and perform a drinking song.

You leaned against the heavy open door and watched the scene with mirth. Up until now you hadn't had the pleasure to see your husband so inebriated and... well, carefree.

"Fee, catch!" Kíli yelled and next thing you knew, one of the dirty plates flew across the table right into Fíli's outstretched hand. The crowd surrounding them cheered and encouraged by their fans, Kíli started another song, one you knew quite well.