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

Bows and hearts - Part 5 - Kili x Fili x Reader

Fili looked around the corner of the building. He had been following his brother since he had left the Mountain. Kili with a spring in his step, a smile on his face, and some of Ori's sketches under his arm.

As soon as Kili had said that he wasn't up to anything, Fili had known that he was; but what........well, that was a different matter. No one having come to their uncle to complain about any mischief that the younger prince had been up to. Dwalin hadn't found his bed full of frogs.......again; and Dori's Camomile tea had not been replaced by something far less soothing. Some sure that the oldest of the Ri brothers, would never be the same thanks to Kili. So, given that no angry dwarves had come protesting about his brother, Fili had to presume that whatever he was up to, was in Dale. And as he had quietly followed his sibling down to the city of men and was now making his way through the already busy streets, he had to assume that his notion was right. Through what it was about Ori's drawings and Dale that could make Kili look so happy; could make him sing to himself as he moved down one street, then an alley and a lane, he didn't know; until it hit him. A smile coming to Fili's lips, the heir to the throne of the Mountain sure that there was only one thing that could make Kili look and act like that........a girl. Fili now more interested than he was before as to what his brother was up to. Fili stopping as he finally came into a small square. The blonde prince moving into the shadows, as he saw Kili make his way into one of the small shoppes, that had a sign above it, which showed a bow and arrows.

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Kili hadn't been able to stop himself from smiling, from singing to himself, as he made his way down from the Mountain, to the little shoppe. He had brought with him, his favourites of Ori's drawing, only able to imagine what the beautiful young woman, would be able to do with them. The younger prince straightening down his coat and combing his fingers through his hair, one last time, before he pushed his way through the door of the shoppe. The little bell above the ingress, tinkling happily and announcing his arrival. His smile getting all the broader, as from out of the back room appeared the prettiest girl in the whole of Middle-Earth.

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(Y/n) let out a small sigh, as she savoured the silence. Her father had gone to speak with Master Bard about supplying the guard with better bows. The great granddaughter of Brifan sure that her parent would be gone for some time, especially given that the street back from the Master's residence, led straight past the 'Dwarves Retreat', his favourite inn. (Y/n) having a feeling that one or two pints would be downed before he made his way back to the shoppe.

Not that she minded; but her father was a boisterous man, his laugh and his voice booming whenever a customer would come to see them. The air thick with the smell of his pipe-weed. So, to have a quiet morning, was something that she would enjoy. That, and it had given her more of a chance to think about the handsome dark-haired dwarf, without her father teasing her about him. (Y/n) wishing that her mother was still with them, so that she could have chastised him. So that she could have told her grinning father to leave their blushing daughter, alone. But as it was, she would have to do her best to ignore him and pretend that she had no idea what he was talking about, when he spoke of the way that she and the dwarf had looked at one another.

Suddenly the bell from the front of the shoppe, rang out. (Y/n) putting down her tool and the bow that she was working on; before getting to her feet and brushing the little bits of wood from her apron, hoping that she looked presentable, as she made her way out of her little workroom. The breath catching in her throat, and her heart beating at a pace, as she saw the handsome dwarf. His eyes looking over the vast array of bows, before turning his attention to her. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from smiling back at him, as he took a step forward and bowed.

"Kili, at your service........" He announced. A soft giggle leaving her lips at his gesture.

"(Y/n) at yours.........." She replied, curtsying slightly as she spoke. The pair just looking at one another, until she recalled that he was a customer.

"So, you really do want a bow then? A part of me thought that I would never see you again............."

"And would you have been disappointed if you hadn't.....?" Kili interrupted. (Y/n) feeling her cheeks begin to burn, as he took another step towards her.

"Well, it means that at least now I can put a name to the handsome face......."

"You think I'm handsome..........?" Kili now grinning from ear to ear, as he moved to stand in front of her. The prince not having realised that she was somewhat taller than him, until now. Kili gulping as he saw that his eyeline was right at her bosom. Not that he was about to complain. The younger nephew of the king, sure that you could lose an entire pack of wargs, their riders, and even Beorn, within those beautiful soft mounds.

"So, you have brought me some pictures.......May I see.......?" (Y/n) asked. Doing her best to change the subject, as she held out her hand. Kili shaking the thoughts from his mind, before nodding and handing her the pile of parchments. The bowmakers daughter flicking through them quickly, before gesturing for him to follow her into her workroom.