Hello! For the drabble challenge, maybe fem!kiliel and number 97? (I'm not sure if I'm supposed to give a ship or not, so you can choose whatever pairing you like if you don't want to do fem!kiliel!) Thank you!
oh I’m always up for fem!Kiliel, I’m practically the queen of fem!kiliel, I’m single-handedly steering this canoe xD
okay, here we go^^ (and send me some more)
97. Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.
“You know, I could still have anything down my trousers.”
Tauriel chuckled and leaned in to look Kíli in the eye. “Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
Kíli made a face. “What do you mean, I’m embarrassing myself? That line worked before.”
Tauriel was going to argue but then she realised that Kíli was, in fact, right. Sure, it had been a ridiculous line, but hadn’t it sparked her interest? Hadn’t she decided to go talk to the young princess afterwards and leave the Feast of Starlight? Hadn’t that absolutely silly attempt at flirting eventually resulted in their courting?
“You are very lucky that you are so adorable,” Tauriel said. “I hope you know that.”
Kíli’s beard had grown a bit during the two years that they had been both courting and travelling around Middle-Earth, but it was still short and only made her more adorable than she had been when Tauriel had first met her.
Kíli smirked and raised on tiptoes to kiss Tauriel. Earlier on they had had much bigger problems, starting with very disappointed in-laws, but now, two years into their relationship, the only issue they still had was their height difference. And even that could be solved by either Tauriel sitting down or Kíli climbing up on something. Very often that something turned out to be Tauriel’s body - but she was sturdier than she looked, much to Kíli’s pleasure.
There still were some issues to be solved. No Elf had ever before married to the House of Durin - no Elf had ever married a Dwarf at all before, so there was the matter of Tauriel’s official title after the marriage that needed to be solved before the wedding. Tauriel herself had said that she didn’t care for any royal titles, nor did she need one, but Kíli had insisted that a royal title might’ve made everyone more accepting of their union. So currently the strongest candidate was “Lady”. Tauriel had never been a lady, not the way, say, Lúthien had been, and the whole idea felt preposterous. But if it made things easier, so be it.
“I think we need to go now,” Tauriel said after they broke apart. “Your mothers are expecting us for dinner.”
“Eh, they’ve been where we are now,” Kíli answered, with that lovely smile of hers. “They’ll understand if we’re a bit late. Besides, what I have in mind won’t take longer than ten minutes, at most.”
“Fine, fine,” Tauriel laughed and sat down. “My hair is all yours.”
Kíli pulled out her comb and several silvery hair clasps. Her hands were very gentle as they undid the braids Tauriel already had and began to comb her hair. It had been one of the first things Tauriel had learned about her intended: she was excellent at working with hair.
“There we go,” Kíli said, exactly ten minutes later, as she placed the final clasp in Tauriel’s hair. “All ready for a dinner with your future mother-in-laws.”
“Let’s hope they think so too.”
Kíli gave Tauriel an uncharacteristically serious look. “They will.”
