A One-Shot Collection: "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit"

Three: Kili

Three: Kili

To say that I am extremely grouchy may just be an understatement. It has truly been a trying day and previous night, and thus, I do find it in myself to condone my silent behaviour. Indeed, the few company members around me keep attempting to pry my lips open in conversation. However, I have little desire to speak and just growl in response. It's a petty move on my part, but I have every right.

As of the moment, our part of the Company is crossing the lake upon which Laketown once derived. Take note of the past tense, seeing as Smaug's desolation destroyed the town on the night prior. And of course, I just had to be there, seeing as I have remarkable luck. I stayed with the two nephews of Thorin Oakenshield in Laketown because they are my greatest friends, and I did not feel in right that I should see the Lonely Mountain before they do. I'm sincerely paying for that now...

"Skiva!" the doctor dwarf, Oin, exclaims, waving his arms around so as to get my attention. I send him a harsh glare, but respond all the same.

"Hmm what'd you say?" I ask, though my voice is practically a growl. And though I've been acting like this for the past few hours, the other dwarves cringe back in shock at my tone, looking worriedly at my figure.

"Is something wrong, lassie?" Bofur asks in a genuine tone of kindness.

"Nothing, nothing at all," I passive-aggressively remark with a sharpened voice.

"Obviously there's something--" my least favorite dwarf, at the moment, begins. Of course, Kili is always looking out for my health, and yet, I wish to push him in the cold Lake at the moment.

"I'm fine! Just shut up, will you?" I exclaim heatedly, prompting the others to increase their worry. Pettiness may just be an understatement of my behavior at the moment...

But all the same, our group makes it to the other side of the Lake by midday, silence overtaking our forms as we disembark. Jumping off of the boat, I grumble angrily as the cold water slushes into my shoes, trudging up the shore as the others just stare. And just as it cannot get any worse, Kili decides to pull me away at that moment, behind a large boulder so that we can talk in private.

"What do you want?" I question bitterly, crossing my arms as I lean my back onto the large, grey boulder. His eyes flash pain for a mere second before he reaches his hands out to grab my shoulders with warm touch.

"Eve, obviously something's wrong," Kili remarks, his eyes shining in the noon sun. Their dark brown color radiates the accumulation of all pigments, a true and beautiful sight to behold. And his almost-beard is scruffy yet rugged looking and far better than Gloin's nest of red hair. Kili, to be blunt, is a sight to behold.

"I'm fine and even if I wasn't, I'd never tell you," I remark, breaking my eyesight with him as I raise my chin in stubbornness. I am part-dwarf, after all.

"That's what worries me..." he mutters, backing up so his hands fall from my shoulders and I feel the cold chill of the rock behind me.

"Well stop. Just leave me alone and go kiss your eleth girlfriend," I address him, finally meeting his shocked and confused eye as I lean forward to talk to him.

"What?" he asks in genuine confusion, backing up so as to get a full and clear picture of my words.

"Tauriel...go fantasize about her and leave me be," I explain, scrowling at the mention of the elf. Sure, I may be half-elven kind, but that does not mean I see her as my kin. Indeed, she's far too beautiful, and therefore intimidating, for me to treat her with the respect she deserves. Petty? Of course I am.