The Hobbit / LOTR -oneshots

Don't look, don't touch - Kili

Warnings: unwanted touching
Word count: 1660
Other: -

* Kili had never really had anything of his own, everything he owned he had to share with Fili. But he didn't have to share Y/N and he would not. He would not let anyone touch his wife. The word felt weird in his mind. You were his wife.

"Morning." You opened your eyes and pecked Kili's lips before stretching and sitting up on the edge of the bed. You were about to stand up when hands wrapped around your middle and you let out a surprised squeak as you were pulled back to bed.
"I want to enjoy my first morning with my wife, I don't want you to run off anywhere." He muttered against your next, his beard tickling your neck and causing you to squirm.
"But I promised to meet my sister for breakfast." You protested, but as he tightened his hold on you, you knew it was next to impossible to make it. Luckily, your sister would understand once you explained it to her.

The situations solved itself when Fili's voice sounded from outside the door after a sturdy knock.
"Kili, I know that we promised you wouldn't have any duties this morning but uncle is asking for you." Kili groaned softly and looked at you, sighing. Thorin had survived his battle with Azog but had been seriously injured and was still healing. That meant that Fili and Kili were working hard to keep the kingdom running and the repair work moving along. As he clambered our is bed, you rolled onto his side of the bed and snuggled closer into his scent.
"I thought you were supposed to meet your sister for breakfast?" Kili's comment causes you to huff and push yourself up.
"I am meeting her for breakfast. But she is always late so I have no hurry." You muttered, and chose a dress to wear, and placed it on the bed. You could not get it on without help, your maid should come any minute. Sighing, you opened your jewelry chest. You should organize it, as Kili loved gifting you jewelry and it was overflowing with all kinds of necklaces, earrings and bracelets.

You had managed to fight a necklace as well as a headpiece out of the mess of gold and gems, and your maid had appeared into your room shortly after. Now, you were on your way to breakfast. You knew you were late, but as you predicted, your sister was not there when you arrived. You sat down at your usual table and smiled at the woman who brought you a plate and a goblet as well as utensils.
"Something to drink, my lady?" She asked, and you, pondered for a moment.
"Mild ale will do. And I would love some apple pie." She was clearly new at the job, as she was shaking violently.
"Of course, my lady. A-Anything else?" You shook your head with a warm smile.
"No thank you." She curtsied after your words and hurried off.
"Y/N! I'm so sorry I'm late." Your sister sat down next to you and straighthened her dress and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"It's no problem. How was your morning?" She let out a small laugh.
"Chaotic. Thal wouldn't sit down and eat, we had to chase him around the apartment." You let out a giggle, your sister's son Thal was ten years old, and as michevieous as they come.
"I'm sure he will calm down once he matures." You assured her, and she stabbed the pancake that had been brought to her with slightly more aggression than necessary.
"I hope." She muttered and stole a piece of the pie the maid has placed in front of you.

Your conversation was cut short when someone cleared their throat behind you, and you lifted your eyes to a dwarf you didn't recognize.
"Can I help you?" You asked, allowing a cold tone make it to your voice. You and your sister hadn't had time to talk in a long time and you didn't want any interruptions.
"I just wanted to tell you that you look absolutely breathtaking today." You just nodded to him and turned around to face your sister again. The only compliments that mattered to you were from Kili.

Full of apple pie and pancakes, you and your sister stood up, still in deep conversation about what would be the best time for Thal to start his sword training. You were so focused into your conversation that you didn't notice someone had stepped into your path. You walked into their chest and staggered back a few steps, letting out a deep annoyed huff. As you lifted your eyes to the dwarf in front of you, you saw that it was the same dwarrow that had complimented you in the dining hall.
"Pardon me." You didn't think you were the one that should apologize, but as he made no attempt to do so, you decided to open your mouth.
"No worries, my lady. I was actually hoping that you would join me for a walk." You could hear your sister let out a quiet gasp, as his question was very inappropriate to be directed to a married woman.
"I won't." You answered curtly, and tried to walk around him, but he stepped in front of you blocking your way.
"Just a short walk, my lady. I would like to know you better." You could almost hear your sister's jaw hitting the ground, and you were growing angry. Did he not see the clear marriage braid and bead in your hair?
"I am not interested." You spoke sternly, with a slightly raised tone, trying to get someone else's attention if things got hairy. You noticed some dwarves were keeping an eye on the situation, clear expressions of shock on their faces. Dwarves were very respective of their women and they were very good with boundaries when it came to marriage, but there were always some bad apples in the batch. You turned away and tried, yet again, get away from him,
"Leave me alone." You tried to let him know that you were married by tactfully moving your marriage braid so it was in clear wiew. Maybe he hadn't seen it?
"I just think we should get to know each other a little better." He grabbed your hand and pulled your closer, even if you struggled against his grip.
"Let me go!" You hissed, slight panic making it's way into your voice now. A collective gasp ran across the room, and as you were almost touching his chest, and his other hand was resting at the small of your back, traveling down. Someone yelled from the crowd.
"What are you doing, idiot?" But all the voices were drowned under a thundering yell.
"Get your hands. OFF MY WIFE."

Kili has arrived and he was not happy to see someone that close to you, and touching you. He could see your uneasiness, and he saw red as he yanked the man off you. He hurled him into the closest wall. The man hit it with great force and sunk down at the bottom of it, and stayed there, groaning in pain and dazed about the impact. Kili paid no mind to his groaning, and turned to you. You rubbed the spot the dwarf had grabbed, knowing it would probably bruise, and Kili's eyes snapped to it and then to your face.
"Are you alright?" He grabbed your hands and inspected them, his words heavy with worry.
"I'm perfectly fine." His eyes still studied you with a frantic manner, and you moved your hand around his and gave it a light squeeze.
"I am fine, Kili." You assured him, and he placed his hand on your cheek, smoothing hia thumb over your skin.
"He didn't hurt you?" He asked, and you shook your head, squeezing his hand with your to assure him that you were unharmed.

He took one last look at you, and allowed his hand to drop from your face. He turned to face the dwarf, who was now struggling to get away from Fili's tight grip. You could see Kili's usually warm eyes darken as he looked at the dwarf, who tensed visibly. The younger prince was usually so jovial, so the change was drastic and frightening.
"You! Who do you think you are, laying a hand on my wife?" Kili hissed, eyes tightly at the dwarf who had on his knees in front of him. The dwarf in question dropped his head down, and shook his head. You could swear you could hear Kili growl, and he gestured the guards to come closer.
"Take him to the dungeons. Maybe he will give me and answer after a few nights down there." You took a quick breath in, you did not expect him to react like this. Sure, you knew he would react but you expected it to be milder.

As you watched as the guards dragged the struggling dwarf away, Kili hurried next to you.
"Walk with me?" He offered you his arm, and you could swear you could see him throwing a look at the dwarf that was being dragged away.
"I'm sorry that I let him touch you." He muttered, and you shook your head violently.
"It wasn't your fault, darling." You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. As a response, he hummed happily and pulled you tightly to his side, because from now on, he would be even more careful that no one got too close to you.

I've had this done for a while now. I literally had to add a few sentences and check the grammar etc. so I could post it. So here it is. I'm working on third part of the Dragons series, but I've hit a wall. A thick and stubborn wall.