kili - cheesy chats

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The dwarven male loved to see you fight.  He thought it was amazing that a daughter of Man could do what you did.  You were good with a sword, something that he wasn't.  You were even good with a bow and arrow and he loved that even more. 

Kili gently tapped you on the arm, a soft blush hidden behind his stubble of a beard.  You were much taller compared to him.  You stopped what you were doing to look down at the dwarven prince, a soft blush coating your own cheeks. 

"Ah . . . yes, Kili?" you softly asked, turning to face him.

"Your bow.  I . . . it's very . . . oh, what's the word," he mumbled softly, frowning as he thought.  "Your bow is very pretty, Y/N.  Where . . . did you get it, if you wouldn't mind telling me?"

"I made it," you grinned, sitting it down in his hands so he could look at it. 

Kili almost felt his heart stop.  You were good with it and you made your own weaponry?  How much more could he take!

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