Middle Earth || OS

14. Fili | For Heroes Only

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Imagine messing around with Fili's knives, accidentally hurting yourself, and him giving you a bit of a scolding, - That's how I remembered the request, sorry if it's wrong.

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For Heroes Only

The silence was unexpected and unpleasant.

At the very least, you could have counted on a bad language. Something that could have brought it home with you that when you're asked to watch the weapons of your fellow, you're not supposed to juggle them like you'd been born with a knife in your fist.

You most certainly had not.

Fili didn't utter a thing, having walked on you red-handed, in the truest sense of the words. Red-footed, too.

He didn't honour you with a single shake of his head, either, as he gestured for you to sit down and kneeled to pull off your boot.

At which point he pursed his lips, but still said nothing.

You were in luck, the boot - less so. The blade came through the side of it, grazing against your skin to leave a clean cut, bleeding profusely. It looked worse than it felt. Nothing you couldn't bear.

Fili must have been aware of that. The can-do, concentrated manner in which he set to handling the injury spoke of some serious experience. His coat turned out to serve a storage for more than just a fine arsenal of steel. You couldn't but frown, when out of nowhere he conjured a roll of cloth and a tiny bottle with some yellow liquid.

A pack of needles came next. You panicked, drawing your foot in instinctively, but Fili caught it and made you rest it on his lap.

Your yelps and ahhs were left unanswered, as he worked on the cut stitch by stitch. There was a kind of angry ruthlessness in the way he was pulling the edges of it together and winding the bandage around your poor paw, but you had to give him a credit - by the moment he was helping you back into the boot, the pain was almost gone and you could vaguely see yourself make a full step without cringing.

"Fili, I'm sorry."

As much as you were reluctant to start it, something told you there would be no sound from him till you spoke on your own.

"Me, too," agreed he, restoring the first aids to where they belonged, "Should not have trusted you with these."

"It was just an accident," you protested, a bit less guiltily, the tone he had chosen rubbing you the wrong way.

"Was it?"

There was nothing you could say to defend yourself.

The knife, now clean, returned into the sheath and disappeared somewhere in Fili's clothes, just like the rest of them. The Prince looked down on you and pressed his lips once more with a small shake of his head.

"Listen," he kneeled before you again to put his hands over yours, carefully, like a sweet big brother, "I know you try to be useful. You're learning. We all see that. But it will be better for us all, if someone tells you that you won't get there. I've been handling these blades for years. Can you say the same about yourself? "

"Teach me."

The request visibly amused Fili. His smile grew milder, yet he didn't even try to pretend he was considering it.

"No, poppet," refused he downright, "It's, you know...For heroes only. And the next time I see blood on this...I don't want it to be yours."

You peered at him sullenly. It was not nice to hear him word all that was already clear to you without his prompts. And more so, because he didn't hesitate, bringing it home with you.