The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

Bows and hearts - Part 2 - Kili x Reader

Kili didn't know who to see first, as he raced back to the Mountain, from Dale. He was aware that Balin would probably be with his uncle and brother, taking care of the issues with the kingdom; yet he knew that the old dwarf would most likely be the only one that would know whom the beautiful girl's ancestor might be. Then, he wanted to see Ori; Kili knowing that he would have the drawings that he needed, so that could have his bow crafted. Drawings of the Company, of a hobbit and wizard. Of a skin changer and giant eagle that had aided them on their quest; hoping such things would keep the daughter of the bow maker, busy with his piece for some time. Ensuring that he would have a perfect excuse to make his way down into Dale, as often as he could.

The young prince couldn't help but smile; his heavy footfalls echoing through the great halls, as he ran. He knew that he might look foolish to those that he passed; but how could he not smile, when he had just met the most beautiful creature in the whole of Middle-Earth; and that he had come up with a plan that meant that it would not raise an eyebrow, especially from her father, when he would call on her. Kili feeling quite proud of himself for coming up with such a thing. And, if her work on his bow, was as good as the ones that he had seen hanging from the walls and ceiling of the little shop; then perhaps he could persuade his uncle and his brother to also have a bow made. He of course being the one that would go back to the establishment, to order them.

Suddenly he found himself coming towards the king's room, as the doors to his uncle's apartments opened, and out walked a certain pale haired dwarf, his arms full of scrolls. Kili coming to a stop, before grabbing the poor unsuspecting Balin who could barely see over his burden and began to pull him along the corridor.

"What.........? Laddie, what...........?"

"Not here, Balin. In your rooms........" Kili interrupted, as he bundled the elder dwarf along. Balin leaving a trail of scrolls as he went.

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"Hmmmmm" The elder dwarf mussed, as he sat back in a chair.

Kili had informed his uncle's most trusted advisor about his trip into Dale, and of the little shop that he had found in the square that he had stumbled across. Of the large, bearded man that was the bow maker and his daughter that carved some of the most glorious designs that he had ever see into the wood. The dark-haired prince finally asking if Balin might know of the ancestor that had been spoken of.

It was true that if Kili had got a little more information out of the craftsman, it may have helped; but that said, there was really only one dwarf that sprung to Balin's mind. Only one that had left the Mountain to live in the city of men. And if it were he, then it would appear that his skills had passed down to his descendants.

"Well........." Balin began, as Kili sat forward expectantly in his chair.

"I can only think of one dwarf, and that was Brifan............"

"Brifan the bowman...........? But I thought that he had died long before the dragon. He disappeared from the stories..........."

"Aye, lad. That Brifan. And no, he didn't die, he left tha Mountain because he had fallen in love with a daughter of men. It was a match that ya grandfather didn't approve of; but despite Thrór's protests, Bifan left to be with tha lass. After that, ya grandfather said that he was not to be written of any longer for disobeying his orders........."

Brifan........Brifan the bowman? Could it be true? All dwarves knew of the stories of the bowman. Of how he had crafted and carved a bow from an enchanted piece of wood. The weapon so beautiful, that it was even said that the elves envied it. Yet this envy was not just because of the craftmanship of the piece; but that the bow did not need an arrow. That all that that needed to be done was to pull back the drawstring and let loose, and an arrow would appear from nowhere, to hit its target, every time. And it was these stories had been the reason that Kili had picked up the bow in the first place. His dream to always be like Brifan; to have his very own 'Arrowless', the name that the bowman had gifted his creation. To one day be as great as his hero, and have his name mentioned along with that of the legendary bowman. So, to discover that he might have actually just met the family of Brifan; just made the whole day even better. Balin watching as Kili just drifted off for a moment, obviously lost in his thoughts. Though whether those thoughts were on the old stories, or of something else............

He had wondered why Kili had pulled him away; why he could not have asked him what he wanted without dragging him through the kingdom; yet as the young prince had spoken about the shop, the bow maker, and then his daughter, it was obvious why he had wanted to keep their discussion quiet. It obvious that Kili had taken an instant liking to the young woman of whom he had spoken; and that he wished for neither the disapproval of his uncle, nor the teasing from Fili.

Balin chuckled to himself as Kili's thoughts continued to drift; he had known Thorin, Kili and Fili their whole lives, watching proudly as the three had grown to become some of the greatest, bravest and strongest dwarves that he had ever known. Balin able to remember a time when the king, though Thorin would not admit it, that he and his brother Frerin had been just like the princes'; as mischievous, as troublesome and teasing, as Kili and Fili. Yet it was not just these traits that had been passed to the princes from their uncles; but also, their good, kind and loving hearts. And it was this heart that Kili already seemed to have lost. The pale haired dwarf watching, as the young prince suddenly got to his feet and ran out of the room, without another word. Leaving Balin to shake his head, before turning his attention back to the pile of scrolls that sat on his table.