Fíli & Kíli & fem!reader (platonic, no use of Y/N)
Requested: no
Warnings: talk about fat-shaming, refusing food, my favorite nickname returning, this is a very self indulgent fic
A/N: I wrote this ficlet because I experienced something similar this week and I had to write something about it to deal with how I felt and what I wished people around me would've said to me. Everyone deserves a Fíli and Kíli as their best friend, and I hope this comfort fic can help anyone who needs it. Never forget, you're perfect the way you are 💚
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Fíli knocked on your door, the sound of it echoing through the corridor. When there came no answer, he met his brother's worried eyes.
"Try again," Kíli said, "maybe she didn't hear you the first time."
Fíli raised his eyebrows in a "you think?" kind of way, but did as his brother suggested and knocked a second time, calling your name as well. Still no answer.
"Here, let me try," Kíli pushed his brother out of the way, shoving the plate of food they brought in his hands and knocked a couple of times with a lot more force. "It's us, your two favorite dwarves in the whole mountain! Open the door, mimûna!" (little one)
"Leave me alone!" They could barely hear your muffled voice through the thick wooden door but unfortunately for you, the Durin princes had known you a long time. They immediately noticed something was wrong, your voice was hoarse and missed its usual spark.
They looked at each other and agreed there was no way they were leaving you like this. Something was wrong and as your friends, they were here for you. Even if you didn't want them there, they at least had to know you were safe.
"We're coming in," Fíli announced before he turned the doorknob and gave the door a firm push.
They found you sitting on your longchaise looking out the window, huddled in thick woolen blankets and furs. Without saying a word, Fíli placed the plate of food on the window sill and took a seat at the end of the chair, pulling your feet on his lap. Kíli crouched right next to you, feeling your temperature with the back of his hand, surprised to feel you weren't having a fever.
"Are you ill?" he asked, taking in your appearance. You didn't look sick, but your eyes were red and puffy and you hadn't come out for lunch or dinner that day. You not feeling well would be a logical explanation in his eyes.
You shook your head. "No, I'm fine."
Fíli placed his hand on your shin and gave a light squeeze through the blanket. "Don't take this the wrong way, mimûna, but you don't look fine." He then noticed the tissues and the dried-up tear streaks on your cheeks. "Have you been crying?"
Kíli's head shot up at his brother's words, worry etched on his face. "Are you hurt?"
You sniffed and wiped a few more tears out of your eyes, the brother's worried questions enough to make you emotional again.
"No-no, I'm okay. Really, it's nothing, I promise," you assured them, attempting a smile to back up your lies. You weren't fine, and the last thing you wanted was to be left alone again but you didn't want to tell Fíli and Kíli what had happened.
"We didn't see you for lunch or dinner, so we brought you a plate," Kíli said, pointing at the plate on the window sill. It was filled with potatoes, roasted meat and a few vegetables, your appetite usually rivaling that of the two brothers combined. "Don't worry, we can go for more if it's not enough."
You cleared your throat before you buried yourself under your blankets again, pulling your feet off Fíli's lap in the process. "I'm not hungry."
Fíli and Kíli shared another look. This was very unlike you, normally you wouldn't even think about refusing food. They both got to their feet and went to sit on either side of you, each of them throwing an arm over your shoulders.
"Okay, out with it, little lady," Fíli urged you to talk. "There's clearly something wrong and we won't leave until you tell us."
You blinked a few times, hesitant to confide in your two best friends. They probably didn't understand how you felt or would say you had no reason to feel this way.
Kíli called your name and hugged you with the arm thrown around you. "You know you can trust us, right?"
"I do, I do trust you, it's just... " You sighed. "Do you think I'm too big?"
"Well, you are of the race of Men so it's not unusual for you to be taller than all of us," Fíli began, not knowing why being taller than them would bother you all of a sudden.
"Although, you and I don't differ much," Kíli laughed, patting your head. "You're not that tall for a human."
"I'm not talking about my height," you argued, clutching the blankets a little firmer. "Do you... Do you think I'm fat?" Your voice broke at that damned word, your chin started quivering again. The words of those horrid Dwarrowdams echoed in your mind.
"What? Where did you get that idea?" Kíli gasped, bolting upright.
"It doesn't matter, it won't happen again because I'm never going back there. Next time I need new dresses, I'll be sure to go to Dale."
Fíli quickly realized what had happened. You mentioned before that you needed new dresses and he suspected that the girls at the dressmaker's weren't very welcoming to you. He mentally kicked himself, they should've come with you.
He placed his free hand on your cheek and turned your head so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. He said your name with a stern voice, before he added, "I don't know what was said to you, but trust me when I say that you are perfect the way you are. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
"That's easy for you to say," you sniffled, "you're gorgeous and in perfect shape. Yes, Kíli, you too," you added before the youngest Durin brother could protest, "no one would even think twice to offend you."
"They had no right to treat you like that," Kíli spoke, his jaw tense. He knew first-hand how it felt to be mocked and he hated for you to go through the same thing. Fíli nodded, pulling a knife out of his vambrace before he started twirling it. "Who do we need to kill?"
You smiled through your tears, you could always count on them to make you feel better. How could you even think they wouldn't understand how you felt? They really were your best friends, acting like your older brothers most of the time and you loved them for it. Except for that one time where you were finally approached by the cute vendor in Dale and Fíli and Kíli scared him away. Older brothers indeed.
"Even though the idea is very tempting, you won't have to kill anyone. I know better than to listen to them but that doesn't mean their words didn't hurt me."
"I'm sorry you had to deal with them, mimûna. You are so strong. We know that, you know that and they do too. So they try to hurt you by using your insecurities against you." Fíli shoved the knife back in its place and stood up from the longchair, holding his hand out for you to help you up.
"Don't let them get into your head, it's what they want. Fíli was right - yes, shocking I know, don't get used to it - but you are perfect. They only say those horrible things because they can't deal with how amazing you are. It doesn't matter what you weigh, what size of clothes you wear or what you eat, it's what's in here that counts," Kíli said, prodding his finger into your chest, "not the package."
You swung your arms around the brothers and pulled them into a hug. "Since when did you become so wise? Thank you both for making me feel better."
"Did you hear that, Fee? She called me wise!"
Fíli gave his brother a playful shove. "I believe she meant both of us, nadadith."
"She clearly meant just me!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
As the brothers kept fighting, trying to decide which one of them was the wisest, you tiptoed to the window and grabbed the plate of food, silently thanking your two princes for taking such good care of you. They were idiots at times and they could annoy you to no end, but their hearts were always in the right place.