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

Bows and hearts - Part 6 - Kili x Reader

Kili watched as the beautiful bowmakers daughter, flicked through the drawings that he had brought. Her smile seeming to get broader with each one she looked at.

"Did you draw these........?" She suddenly asked. The dark-haired prince sure that she seemed to be glowing as she looked at him. Kili wishing that he could say yes; that he could claim that he was the one that had done all those things, but he knew that that was not fair on Ori. That it was the youngest of the Ri brothers, that had the talent, not him. That, and if (Y/n) were to ask him to draw something, then it would be obvious that he was taking credit for someone else's work. So.........."

"No. A friend of mine......."

"Well, Master Kili, your friend is very talented. The drawings are beautifully detailed. I only hope that I can do them justice when I carve them into your bow." (Y/n) told him, before she took one of the sketches out and looked at it.

"Though why anyone, especially a dwarf, would want a reminder of the dragon carved into their weapon.........." The young woman holding up the fine line image of Smaug.

"I don't know..........." The remark making the prince think for a moment. It true that the dragon had killed so many, not just dwarves, but men too. It true that the beast should not be immortalised in any way. But still..........."

"I suppose it reminds me of what we were able to do. That even though he brought death with him; out of it has come a new life, not just for the dwarves of the Mountain, but the people of Dale too. And every time I notch an arrow and let it fly, I will remember that I am here, and Smaug isn't..." Kili explained. His words seeming to bring an even brighter smile to (Y/n)'s lips.

"Well put, Master Kili. In that case, it will be my pleasure to carve the beast into your bow." She told him, before pulling a few more drawings from the pile.

"Were you in Lake-town when Smaug left the Mountain?" Kili asked, though sure that she couldn't have been, as if he had seen her there, he would most certainly have remembered.

"No.......my family lived in Dale, years and years ago. But they left before the dragon came for the gold. As my father told you, my great grandfather, Brifan, was a dwarf; when he told King Thrór that he wished to marry a woman from Dale, he wasn't happy about it. The old king telling him that he would not allow it; that he was to forget about her, or he would be banished. But my great grandfather was stubborn as most dwarves seemed to be, and told the king to banish him, because he would not give up the woman that he loved; and so, Thrór did. My forebear moved to Dale, but once his first child was born, my grandfather; they decided to leave. I think it was too much for Brifan to still be so close to the Mountain, yet not be able to go there. So, most of my family is spread across Middle-Earth; they were, or are, archers in the armies of many kingdoms of men. Yet when it came to my father and I, well, I am the only girl to be born in three generations, so he thought it would be good for us to come back here, once he learnt that Dale was being rebuilt. Especially given when my great grandfather had said when I was but a baby......." (Y/n) explained. Kili not sure what to do first. Whether he should be delighted that he really was meeting the family of the famed archer that he looked to as hero; or whether he should feel terrible that Brifan had not chosen to leave the Mountain as Balin had said, but been banished by his own great grandfather, because he refused to give up his love.

"What........what did your great grandfather, say........." Kili finally enquired, as everything that (Y/n) had said, began to seep into his brain.

"Oh no, its silly. I am sure that the old dwarf meant nothing by it. I was the first, and still the only girl in his line; he was probably trying to be kind. And I wouldn't want to say anything that you might see as disrespectful........."

"I do not believe that you would say anything disrespectful. And I am sure that what he said, was not silly. Please........" Kili pushing slightly for an answer, as he moved closer. Eager to know more about Brifan, to know more about her. To have an excuse to stay in the shoppe for as long as possible.

"Well..........my father would always tell me that when I was a babe, I had been placed in Brifan's arms and instantly reached up and took his finger in my hand, holding it close to me. My great grandfather declaring that I had the true soul of an archer, that I had the heart of a warrior, and would one day help the dwarves of the Mountain. That I would have my name written alongside his in the great books of dwarven history; but I don't think that will ever happen. Perhaps if I had been here when the orcs attacked; if I had been here for the battle, I could have proven myself to King Thorin. I could have told him of Brifan and perhaps helped with the defences of the Mountain. But, as it is, the most I get to do is hunt and carve bows. Not really anything that will get my name written in any history book, is it." The young woman told him. Kili about to tell her who he was, to say that perhaps he could take her to the Mountain and introduce her to his uncle. That he was sure that having more dwarven archers would be a good thing; but before he could, the tinkling sound of the bell over the shoppe door rang out. (Y/n) quickly getting to her feet and apologising to him. Kili following behind her as she moved out of the little workshop, wanting to see who had interrupted his time with the bowmakers daughter. His arms crossing over his chest; Kili giving the new customer a rather displeased look, as his eyes fell on a familiar smiling face.