Middle Earth || OS

19. Kili | Plants and cakes I

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Relationships: Kíli x You (Fem!Dwarf)

Content: Fluff, idiot in love

Summary: You meet Kíli at a ball organized for the Erebor's Princes but you don't know what they look like since you come from the Iron Hills and originally you came just to taste the Erebor's wine and cakes. You spend the evening with him and he doesn't want to let you go.

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It's late but you are in great shape. This is completely normal since you are going to a ball with your friend. And not just any ball. A ball in Erebor.

Coming from the Iron Hills, you followed your friend on a short trip to Erebor. She has been jeweller for several years and she wanted to go to Erebor to learn more about craft techniques. Erebor had been taken over by the Durin's Heirs for 6 years and your friend was dying to come there. Taking this opportunity to discover the Lonely Mountain, you followed her. You aren't a jeweler but an herbalist. You know it's quite rare for a dwarf not to be attracted to metals, but you can't help but prefer plants to stones.

The party has already started for a few hours and you arrive in front of the ballroom. You and your friend learned about this festival two days earlier; thanks to an acquaintance of your friend. This ball has been held every 3 years since the recapture of Erebor so that the heirs to the throne, Princes Fíli and Kíli, find a spouse. Many dwarrowdams come to this ball and many dwarves too, thinking to find a beautiful dwarrowdams among all those who come. But you and your friend aren't here for the beautiful and young dwarves of Erebor, let alone the Princes. Oh no. Your friend is here to observe and analyze the jewelry worn by all the people gathered for the occasion. And you. You are here to taste the delicious desserts and alcohol of Erebor. You are the kind of person to deprive yourself regularly to enjoy cakes and sweets when the opportunity arises. And here we're talking about a ball in Erebor.

As soon as you enter the ballroom, you split up with your friend. You had already agreed to meet at the end of the evening. You serve yourself a big plate of all kinds of desserts. You will also pour yourself a large glass of wine. Once ready, you sit discreetly in a private corner. You will watch people dance, have fun, laugh. The atmosphere is very nice and warm. Growing up on the Iron Hills, you have no idea what the two Princes can look like. You look for them quickly as you finish your plate. You end up noticing one dwarf in particular, at the back of the room, sitting on a large chair. You can easily guess it is the King, but at this distance you can't make out his face.

Now your plate and glass are empty, it's time to pour yourself another glass. Walking slowly and quietly, you try not to get noticed. Even if you haven't come to dance, your dress and hairstyle might suggest otherwise.

In a quiet corner where you can refill your wine in peace and as much as you want, you don't realize two blond and brown dwarfs, dressed for the occasion, have seen you and are walking towards you.

- "Good evening, My lady," one of the two begins. "We have never had the chance to meet you." - "Good evening, sirs. It's because I'm not from here," you answer, taking a few steps back as you see the second dwarf approaching you. - "Let me tell you that you are sublime," the second says.

You are clearly not comfortable with them. Something is wrong. Their closeness, their voice, their attitude. You don't have confidence, but you must stay polite. This is neither the time nor the place to make a scandal. As you put your empty glass down on the nearest table, one of the two dwarves takes your hand.

- "How about a little dance?" - "N-no thanks. Thank you for your invitation but I dance very badly," you explain, trying to get your hand back. - "You wouldn't dare to refuse a Prince's invitation, would you?" he asks, smiling. - "A-a Prince?"