"Armad?" Kili asked softly, "Are you here?" He called, setting his travel pack down, looking to take her to the newly claimed Erebor. {noblekiliofthemountain} [random starter because yolo]
She’d thought about this moment for thirteen months, to be precise - thirteen months she’d spent waiting, for news, for a raven, for anything. She’d had quite a lot of imaginations about it - yelling and slapping all three of them was one option, for example, for making her worry this much and for not sending word. But when she saw them, the worry was gone (as much as it could, being the mother of these two!), and the fury, too. Instead, she made the last remaining steps between her and her boys, throwing her arms around Kili and hugging him tight enough to hear his ribs crack beneath her arms, pressing a fierce kiss to his cheek. He was taller than her. Hadn’t they both been half her size, when they’d left? But they were grown men now, she could see it in Fili’s face too, the smile on his face a little more reluctant than on Kili’s. The beads they wore were different - there were some more, she saw, reminders of courage in battle and their deeds in war - their clothes were talking of royal heritage, not rangers anymore.
"My brave boys." Her voice felt strangely thick in her throat as she let go a bit to take a closer look at Kili. He was awfully thin, or so it felt, at least. Hadn’t he been eating enough during their travels? Her fingers wandered through Kili’s hair, and over his cheek, stubby as it was. He hadn’t grown a beard yet. They’d changed, and not changed at all at the same time, and the notion of this was enough to make her tear up anyway, hugging the boy again. “You’re back…”
Kili made a soft ‘oof’ when his mother embraced him tightly, kissing his cheek, he smiled sloppily and wrapped his arms firmly around her, she felt so tiny in his arms now, even though he wasn’t his full bulk anymore, he was thin as he had spent a week in the infirmary not really eating due to his wounds. Had he notate it there in time he wouldn’t of even been here to embrace his mother. He smiled widely to her as he pulled back pressing his lips to her forehead sweetly, his eyes twinkling as they hadn’t in long time. The battle had taken a lot of childishness from the youngest prince, though he still tried to joke, and he reckoned he’d be normal soon. Thorin had explained that a battle could change any one Man, Dwarf, Hobbit or even Elf. Kili could feel himself slowly heal mentally and psychically.
His eyes watered slightly at his mother as he clutched to the hand that was on his cheek and bowed his head at her words, “I came back, just as I promised,” He murmured, resting his forehead upon hers, “W-we both did,” He smiled widely, “U-uncle cannot wait to see you Armad,” He managed out, holding her close to him, a few stray tears flowed from his eyes.
Extending an arm a little to pull Fili closer, too, she pressed another kiss to both their cheeks, one hand placed on Fili's back, the other still resting on Kili's jaw, her thumb gently running over familiar skin. "Now, look at you" she said, her voice still soft as she ran a hand through Fili's hair, her own eyes brimming with tears as she brushed them from Kili's cheek, "My sons, princes under the mountain."
She let go only so much, inspecting their attire with a look only a mother could manage (tiny holes here and there; they'd need some patching up, indeed, but that must have been due to the journey back) before lightly squeezing their hands again. "Princes or not, you must be hungry" she said, the smile having returned to her face as she hastily wiped her eyes, "Come, let's get you something to eat, and then we'll talk about the two of you leaving to kill a dragon and leaving your mother in worry for more than a year."
