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

Bows and hearts - Part 10 - Kili x Reader

For Thorin_Oakenshield12

Kili quickly made his way through the halls of Erebor. He hadn't been able to sleep all night, the prince only able to recall the tears that had been making their way down (Y/n)'s cheeks, as she realised her supposed faux pas; and now all he wanted to do was to get down into Dale, and speak to her, to apologise, to assure, to do anything that would let her know everything was alright.

His mother had once told him what it was like to find the one person that Mahal had created just for you. To find the other being that you were meant to be with for the rest of your days. How it would feel, how he would know when this female had come into his life. How he would want nothing more than to be with her; and as soon as he had met (Y/n), he had known. He had known that she was his and he was hers, that Mahal had meant for them to meet, and Kili could not lose her, not now. So, all he had to do was get to the shoppe and speak to her. To hope that he could continue to see her, and one day be able to tell her how he felt.

"And where do ya think ya goin, laddie........." A gruff voice called out, the dark-haired prince turning to see Dwalin; the large dwarves arms crossed firmly over his chest.

"I just have to get down to Dale. I need to..........."

"Not today ya not, ya have duties here. Now come on......."

"But......but........"

"No, buts. Ya might not be tha one ta be tha next king; but that don't mean ya haven't got things ta do............" Dwalin countered, grabbing hold of poor Kili's collar and dragging him back into the Mountain. The warrior sending a discrete nod to a certain pale haired dwarf that had been watching from the shadows; a smile coming to said dwarf's lips, as he made his way towards the entrance of the Mountain, so that he himself, could take a trip down into Dale.

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(Y/n) looked out of the window of the small home that she and her father shared. She had told her father that morning, that she had felt unwell; that she needed a day to rest. Agnar worried for a moment, given that his daughter was never usually sick; but given the state that she had gotten herself into over what had happened with the young dwarf prince, he had thought that perhaps it was for the best that she didn't go to her workshop. The large, bearded man kissing her gently on the head and telling her to take her time, before leaving the home. Now, here she was, watching as a few of the townsfolk wound their way through the streets; the warmer weather of the day bringing a smile to their faces, though it was a smile that she could not share. And this time it had nothing to do with her fears about what she had said.

The night before, as they had sat in the tavern, Hilda had spoken about dwarves having a one, just like the elves were said to have. That for them, there was one other being that had a deep connection to their heart and soul, that they were meant to be with; and the innkeeper telling her that Kili, that the beautiful, dark-haired prince might have already found that in a dwarrowdam that had returned to the Mountain, hurt; hurt more than she could ever have imagined. (Y/n) feeling something as soon as she had seen him in the shoppe; feeling something deep inside her, alight, as she had looked into his eyes. Yet even if he hadn't lost his heart to a dam, she knew that there could never be anything between them, for he was a prince, the King under the Mountain's nephew; and she.......she was the daughter of a humble bowmaker. A simple human that would pass long before the likes of the prince even began to feel old. And even though she had always been taught that Ilúvatar favoured humans by making their lives finite; that the Gift of Men meant that their lives had meaning, she would give anything at that moment to be other than what she was. To be a dwarf that could call the Mountain, home.

Finally, she turned from the window, brushing a lone tear that made its way from the corner of her eye, from her cheek. She knew she had to do something; something that involved more than sitting in the house lamenting things that weren't and could never be, she getting up and making her way over to her little bed, pulling out the carefully wrapped bow that she had brought with her from the workshop. (Y/n) unwrapping the family heirloom from the soft material that covered it, laying it on the straw filled mattress, before getting herself ready to go out and hunt.

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Balin smiled as he made his way through Dale; the city of men much different to how it had been when he and the others had followed Thorin to reclaim their home. It getting closer and closer to being how he could remember it was, before the desolation of Smaug had turned it into rubble and ash. And the warmer weather of the day, the glint of the sun off the stones of the buildings brought with it a brightness and joy that seemed to be making the inhabitants of the place, smile just like him. The townsfolk politely nodding to the elder dwarf, as they passed one another.

Fili had told Balin exactly were to go to find the shoppe of the bowmaker; the sign to look for, that would lead him to find the great granddaughter of Brifan the Bowman. The girl it was obvious that Kili's heart had fallen to. The pale haired dwarf making his way around the corner to find himself in a small square that smelt of smoke and fire; whose air was filled with the familiar sounds of metal clanging against metal. His smile getting broader as he saw the sign above one of the shops that was paint with a bow and arrows; Balin making his way passed the metal wares that were on offer in the small space, to the shoppe. The sound of a tinkling bell letting anyone inside know that he had entered.

"Good day, Master dwarf......how may I be of assistance.........?" A rather large, cheery, bearded man asked, as the kings advisor closed the door behind him.