Now We are Home
The bump to his forehead sent a burst of warmth through his chest almost as good as the one he got every time Kili kissed him, and he couldn’t help the little hum of pleasure that rose in his throat. It was only this peak in his mood that stopped him from shoving Kili back down onto the bed when he stood and winced in obvious discomfort. Instead he finished toeing on his own boots and slid an arm around his brother’s waist, giving him a shoulder to lean on. “It’s alright, Kee. I’ll always be here for that, aye?”
With a last lingering kiss to the high curve of his cheekbone, Fili steered them toward the makeshift door of their rooms. The pace was slow and a little uneven, to compensate for Kili’s recovering strength, but Fili had always been patient. In time, they found their way back to Oin’s surgery. Fili peered in cautiously, feeling like his guilt was stamped across his forehead for why they were there.
Well, it was sort of Kili’s fault as well. Or maybe it was his fault entirely, seeing as he’d insisted on getting here, and he did not feel guilty in the slightest about it. With a grin, he leaned against his brother’s side, glancing around for their healer. Oin had always been reasonably discreet about things, after all (even moreso after the loss of his hearing, though Kili sometimes suspected that actually, Oin’s hearing worked quite well, he only chose to blend out things he did not like).
The waay downstairs had left him panting and exhausted, with some sweat on his forehead, however. He did somewhat dread the fact that they had to make their way back up again too at some point, but well, there was nothing to be done about that, unless he expected his brother to actually carry him, which he did not.
One of Oin’s students was wandering about, checking on some of the other patients, though the surgery itself was mostly empty; there was a dwarf their age that wore his left arm in a sling, dressed in the common attire of the stone masons, and one of their mother’s kitchen boys who had come to have some burns on his hand treated. Kili slowly let go of his brother’s arm, and instead slid onto one of the beds, grimacing lightly as he placed a hand on his stomach. “I’m all sore” he huffed quietly, then looked up and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “The scar, I mean. It stings a bit.”
