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Here I sat, the newly finished front porch of the house my fiancé and I just got.

It was our first place together, throughout our entire relationship.

Until then he had lived in a quite large shared house with his brother, uncle, and friends. I shared an apartment with my dear friend Bard.

You might be thinking, I'm crazy for that. I'm in a courtship with one man but living with another that I'm not related to, that's wrong isn't it?

Not exactly. You see, Bard had just lost his wife and still had his 3 children to take care of. As the unofficial aunt/convenient best friend of Bard's children, I stepped into help and was welcomed immediately.

My soon to be husband, knew how I felt about Bard and his family since helping them the last time, when they lost their home.

Bard and I were always there for each other. His children loved that I was around when their father worked, as was their father.

Kili knew I had no feelings for Bard, that my eyes were on him only.

Kili accepted that my soul was just pure and kind, caring for those who needed it, showing their appreciation after.

Surely to goodness he wouldn't do anything to damage that, would he?


















Would he?

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