The Hobbit &The Lord of The Rings Imagines

Kili #4

You use to LOVE adventures! And when you finish one journey, you just couldn't wait until the next one!

But not anymore...

Your joyous heart ended with him.

You were visiting your friends, King Aragorn and Queen Awren of Gondor. You were a hobbit and you left on an adventure with Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship. It's what Bilbo would've wanted for you. He wanted you to get out there more and explore the world, something you haven't done in thirty years since the dragon, Smaug. Now, six months since Sauron's demise and the One Ring destroyed, you had decided to leave the Shire once again to visit Strider. He understood your pain and he welcomed you like an old friend into his castle. As much as you hated Gondor, this was the closest place to Erebor. Erebor was a three-week journey from Gondor, and you refused to travel any closer to its borders, for fear that you will experience your demons there. Ever since Bilbo and Gandalf left to the Undying Lands you've been sour, and hateful, for the two beings that you had left of the good old days was gone. Now you barely had any memories or the tall tales of the dragon and his treasure. Not only that...

You barely remember Kili's face.

You've tried drawing pictures of him since you were always the best in the business. But you couldn't remember his features, his goofy smile, or his sparkling dark eyes. Your depression has made you forget, and that is a pain that you don't want to experience anymore.

Age hasn't gotten to you yet, but you know that it will sooner than later. You were probably older than Bilbo yet you don't have one single wrinkle on your pretty little face. You realized that you can't journey back to the Shire because now you are too frail to travel far on your own. You wanted to ask Aragorn to join you, but you knew that would never happen. As much as you wanted him to, he can't go back to the life of a ranger.

Today you thought of venturing around Minas Tirith and explore its white wonder. You walked past buzzing people and dodge past streets of markets. You stood only three feet tall like any other hobbit, and since no human here as ever seen a halfling, they mistook you for one of the children that were running around the market stands to play and laugh. You didn't mind, though you hate being waved away since the people thought you were 'too young' to join in a drinking event. You rolled your eyes. If only they knew...

Suddenly, someone accidentally steps on one of your bare fuzzy little toes and you shout out, instantly slapping the stranger's arm.

"Oi! Watch where you're tripping!" You snap.

Almost instantly, the stranger, who is looking the other direction, chuckles loudly at your comment. You forget your throbbing toe and you glare at the back of the stranger's head, which was covered by a hood. Strange, this man wasn't much taller than you. Only a foot taller really.

"What?" you hiss.

"Nothing m'lady. I'm sorry. But...a hobbit-maid I once knew used to say that comment a lot..."

Your eyes widen. His voice was strangely familiar, like sadden silk. You put your hand on his shoulder.

"I am a Hobbit and I DO say that a lot."

At this, the stranger turns and your eyes widen when they locked with dark, chocolate colored orbs. His eyes widen too, trails of his curly brown locks peak out from underneath his hood and his jaw covered in stubby hairs for a sad but charming beard clenched as he gulped down his words. The two of you stared for the longest of time before the Dwarf stuttered out one word.

"Y-Y/N?"

You smile. Why wouldn't you! It was your bloody name after all! His features fluttered through your mind and you held this memory tight, refusing to forget this reunion. You lost him once, you weren't going to lose him again.

"I thought..." You gulped. "I thought you were dead...?"

"Many good things have come back to this world after that stupid ring got melted," he smirked.

You couldn't help but laugh as the tears finally decided to show up. You take your chance to lunge at him and wrap your arms around his neck. He immediately responds by snaking his arms tightly around your waist, holding so close and tight like there was no tomorrow. You continue to sob as he snuggled his face into your hair, his ticklish beard running on the crook of your neck.

"Kili..." You finally whisper. It's been years since you said his name, and it felt good for him to hear it from your lips again. "K-Kili..."

You sob into his shoulder as he holds you close. He was at a loss for words as you slowly break and mourn into his chest, his lip slightly trembles. He couldn't help but let one small bearable tear fall down his cheek, the sight of you was all he needed to feel whole again.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered into his hair.

He pulls away from you to stare into your eyes. Those beautiful, dazzling eyes that he's missed so much. His hands gently grip your upper arms, making you look up at him.

"I was coming to get you." He smiled sweetly. It was so unlike his teasing grin, no this smile was sweet, gentle, romantic. It was such a new side of him that it made your heart melt.

You smile widely, the tears slowly drying at your cheekbones. You let out another sob of joy. "R-Really?"

"Of course. You were the first thing that came to my mind when I came back." He whispered, kissing the top of your head, his soft lips meeting your thick, soft hair. Then he looks back down to you and finally, you see that cunning smirk. "Now may I ask what you are doing here?"

You look around the busy marketplace, forgetting for a moment that you weren't in the Shire. You look back to him and laugh.

"Here to see the king. An old friend, long story."

"Can't wait to hear it." He smirked. "Your adventure with Four other hobbits has spread across the land! I couldn't WAIT to find you!!"

You smirk. "I'll tell you the story on one condition."

"Anything."

You lean up on your bare tiptoes and whisper in his ear. "Never leave me alone for a second!"

Kili smiled that new sweet smile again tipped your chin up to look at him. "I am yours to command."

Then he smashed his lips into yours, and you didn't hesitate. You've waited for this day for so long, you didn't want to waste a second of it! You kissed him back with equal passion and closed your eyes, instantly wrapping your arms around his neck again.

You both pulled away when a shopping fisherman caught you.

"Oi! Dwarf!"

You pull away and you both look at him weirdly.

"You sick bastard!" he continued as he pointed at Kili. "Adult dwarves don't KISS little children."

"Who says I'm a child?!" you roared, now obviously irritated about your height. "I'm 112 years old!"

Kili then did a fake bow towards the fisherman. "Yes! And I'm 138!"

(True fact😂Do the math: 77+61)

You both walk away hand in hand laughing at the priceless face of the shocked fisherman. No one who lived in Minas Tirith ever questioned your age again.

Mainly because you married a dwarf who can snipe you with a bow and arrow from a distance;)

(Sorry for the late update! It's been awhile! Long time no see!)