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

Bows and hearts - Part 8 - Kili x Reader

For Shirelife2022

Her father couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he did his best to console his daughter. After he had met with the Master, he had gone to his favourite tavern for an ale......or two; but on his return, Agnar had not expected to find his only child locked in her little workshop, in floods of tears. Her eyes red and puffy, her nose running, when she finally opened the door and threw herself into his arms, apologising profusely for something; her heartbroken ramble not making any sense until he had finally been able to calm her.

"I am so sorry, father........." She said, for the umpteenth time. Agnar placing a kiss to his daughter's forehead.

She had always been such a sweet child, and he could remember how Brifan had doted on the little girl, until the old dwarf had passed to join Mahal. The famed dwarven archer, always telling Agnar and his father that they should never stop her from being sweet, or soft. That she should be allowed to be kind and loving, for that was what her great grandmother had been. That it was because of those traits, and so many more, that he had refused to give up the woman he loved. Why he had chosen to defy a king and found himself banished. That one day, all those things would bring a male to her, that was worthy of her hand. Worthy of a child of the line of Brifan. The archer also stating that she would also prove that she had the heart of an archer, of a warrior; Agnar sure that the old dwarf could see into the future, for as she had grown, (Y/n) had got the reputation of helping those in need. In coming to the defence of those that could not fight for themselves. The kind-hearted girl proving that despite her sweet nature, she did indeed have something inside her, that was far stronger, far braver, far bolder than she may appear.

"There is nothin ta be sorry for, child........" Agnar replied, taking her chin in his large hand and rising her head so that he could look at her properly.

"But what if the prince tells King Thorin about what I said? He may take it as an insult. He may speak to Master Bard and we could find the business closed, we could be sent away, so that the Master can keep the peace. You don't deserve that, father. You are happy here, and I could have ruined that because I didn't realise who I was talking to........" (Y/n) sniffed. Agnar shaking his head and wiping away her latest tears with his big thumb. It times like this that the bowmaker was proud that she was his daughter; sure that her mother would have been proud of her too, for being more concerned with the reputation and happiness of her father, than she was for herself. But Agnar knew that the last thing that the young dwarf would want, is to see (Y/n) gone. The big man not blind to the look in the dwarf's eyes as soon as he had seen his daughter.

"I don't think that that is anything ya have ta worry about, child. I am sure that tha King under tha Mountain and Master Bard have far better things ta concern themselves with than something an old dwarf said years ago. That, and the Master wants me ta make brand new long bows for all the archers in tha city watch. He ain't gonna get that done if he sends us away; is he...........?" Agnar reassured, before pulling his daughter to her feet.

"Now, let's lock up tha shoppe and go ta tha tavern fa a big bowl of Hilda's stew. She was asking about ya earlier, want's ta thank ya for what ya did fa her grandson.......lad could have fallen ta his death, if ya hadn't been there......" The bowmaker continued. (Y/n) slowly nodding, and letting her father lead her out of her little workshop.

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Kili was sure that his brother was trying to ruin his life. He had met the most beautiful girl in the whole of Middle-earth, and they had been speaking quite happily, until Fili showed his face and (Y/n) had put two and two together. It not that he didn't want her to know who he was, it was just that he wanted it to be in his own time. That, and he hadn't liked the way that Fili had pushed out his chest and smiled at the great granddaughter of Brifan, while in the shoppe. In fact, he didn't like him looking at her the way he had. Kili having to admit that he had been a little jealous when she had smiled back at his brother. And now......just to make things worse, she was afraid that he might tell his uncle what she had said. That he would report to Thorin that Brifan had said she would be written about, alongside him, in the dwarven histories; that she would help the dwarves of the Mountain, and that because of this, Thorin would be angered and have their lives ruined. Kili doubting that his uncle would do such a thing, even if he were to tell him. But she had got that into her mind, and all the prince could do, was hope that when he returned to her father shoppe in the morrow, that she would talk to him, and he could reassure her.

"Kili...........?!" A familiar voice called through the door. The dark-haired prince huffing and choosing to ignore it; Kili not mad at his older sibling very often, but he was most certainly mad, now.

"Kili.......I'm sorry........" Fili continued, from the other side of the door. Kili just rolling his eyes and dropping into his chair.

His brother had managed to catch him up on the way back to the Mountain; Fili apologising, just as he was now; telling him that he hadn't meant any harm, but he hadn't wanted to listen. Kili now just hoping that no real damage had been done; the younger prince telling himself that if (Y/n) spoke to him when he made his way back down into Dale the next day; if she would let him explain, then he would forgive Fili. Well, he would forgive him as long as he promised to not come back to her father's shoppe and try and charm the beauteous maid. Though given that he had laid his eyes on (Y/n), that might be a difficult promise to make. Kili too caught up in his thoughts to hear his brother tell him that he would come back later. A heavy sigh leaving Fili's lips, before heading off to find the one dwarf that he knew he could speak to about all this.