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Post by Kili on Feb 5, 2013 20:52:51 GMT -5
Kili was restless. He always had been and he always would be. He always sought the next great adventure, the next great thrill, the next anything. Battles were times of excitement, adventures he looked forward too with eager anticipation, he had a hard time sitting still. He had a hard time settling with anything. He was too anxious, too ready, too excited. All of his life, he had been a nomad. Home had been nothing more than a pretty idea, something looked forward too but never obtained. It was, he supposed, the way of things. It was his destiny to never have a home, never have a stable environment, but then he had met Flanna.
Flanna had shown him true love that stemmed from feelings and the heart. She had shown him how good a family life could taste. A loving wife, a child on the way. She had successfully ripped apart everything he had ever known and had reshaped his world from the ground up. She was his everything. He loved her, heart, body, mind, and soul and he could think of no one else he wished for more at his side. His brother being the only soul who even had a hope in hell at competing with her, but it seemed the more time he spent with her, the less he missed his brother and the more he thought of him in a fond way. His memories no longer brought him sadness, only a whimsical smile. Fili would not have wanted him to be miserable forever.
However... Kili was still restless. He grew bored with the monotonous day to day lifestyle. It had become tiresome, repetitive, it held no drive, no excitement and it wearing him down. He could not abide by such standardized living, not without random bouts of spontaneity, and that was, perhaps, the driving force behind the rather strong looking horse he now led behind him. He wasn't too terribly fond of the beasts, but his wife was pregnant and so for her, he had purchased the beast. Better she ride then grow terribly sore. A wicked grin crossed his face as he approached their home and he shifted the arrows a bit higher on his shoulder.
"Flanna!" His grip on the bow tightened, eager to set out. He was taking his wife hunting.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 5, 2013 22:39:54 GMT -5
It would be awfully hard for Flanna to express just how much her husband meant to her. He was her everything. He had taken a life that she had taken not to mean a whole lot and given it the kick it needed to understand. She knew now that she was important. If not to anyone else, then to him. She was his world as he was hers, and if that was all she would ever be, it was more than enough for her. If her plays and poetry did not survive her, outive her as her legacy, her bloodline would go on from her child--and hopefully more--with Kili. And their love would be their legacy. With this, Flanna found herself absolutely and wonderfully contented. Sometimes, she wondered what he went through, though, to have been taken so suddenly from the home he had known, left on his own without anyone that he cared for. Flanna had left her home on her own accord, deciding that it was better for her to start in another city, and the months of walking had worn on her until she'd come, after nine weeks, to the city of Aldeon, her feet sore but her mind cleansed. How would it be to be pulled, without that time for recovery, regaining dignity and honor and poise and understanding? She could not even imagine. She was watching out the window with her hand on her stomach. Now, she was three and a half months gone. Croi had traipsed up to her side, and was begging to reach the sill. She laughed and lifted him to see, and there she saw an unexpected sight. There came her husband, her love, leading a horse and sporting many a weapon. She read his mind as only his wife would be able to do, and put down the dog with a smile. Flanna ran to her bedroom and donned her sturdiest clothing, careful of the small bump that was forming on her flat stomach. She then returned to the front door, which she opened wide, grinning. "My love!" she called to him, standing proudly with Croi running to join at her side and a bow and quiver upon her shoulder.
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Post by Kili on Feb 6, 2013 22:05:16 GMT -5
Kili was a vast many things, boisterous, loud, always cracking a smile and a witty comeback... but one thing Kili would never be, was predictable. Spontaneity was something that was a part of Kili. He never thought things through (before Flanna) he simply did things. Granted, now that he was married with wife, dog, and child on the way, he at least gave an attempt at thinking things through, but sometimes, like the horse and plethora of weaponry he had purchased, he simply couldn't resist himself. He missed the open air, no buggies or carriages, no carts or vendors screaming things barely discernible at you, he missed the open air, the scent of trees thick in the morning, shaking the frost from his hair, he missed living! These purchases had not only been welcome, they had been inspired, and now he could scarcely wait to leave.
Just about the time he called for his lady love, she came darting out the door, dressed for his surprise. The smile on his face widened considerably. She knew him too well, she understood him to a tee... and why wouldn't she? She was perfect. She was his everything, the love of his life, his wife. She was flawless, it was why he had placed a ring on her finger. He had seen it before some sorry fellow could have the chance. He kept his face deceptively calm, with a charming smile painted upon his face as she drew near and he waited... waited until she was almost upon him before he attacked.
Darting forward and in one swift, fast, movement, he lifted her off the ground and spun her about as he cradled her bridle-style. He kissed her square on the mouth, squeezing her tightly, but still managing to be mindful of her stomach. It would kill him if something happened to their child. He did not set her down, even as Croi nipped at his heels. Ah! He had trained her well! He released her luscious lips with a laugh and seated her atop the sturdy horse, before bending down to grab the pup and hoisting it up into the air. Croi barked, tail flicking animatedly back and forth.
"I suppose there is no separating the two of you." He looked sparingly between his wife and the dog, already knowing the answer that would flee her mouth and already knowing full well that he would cave. "Go on then! Keep her safe!" He plopped the puppy in her lap with a grin. "You did not think I had forgotten did you love?" He stayed on the ground, fully hating the big horse but loving his wife enough to tolerate it. Ah well... the perks of being married he surmised.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 8, 2013 22:07:38 GMT -5
There had been five years prior to Flanna's marriage that she had been hard-pressed to find a smile or a pun or anything that was vaguely optimistic. Her father's death had been taken hard by her in particular but she'd stayed very quiet about it, choosing to be particular in who she trusted and wary of everyone. She had chosen the steep and thorny way, but had disguised it to be the primrose path. She had decided to be solitary, silent, and secretive. And there had been long, dark periods when Flanna could only write dark tragedies and kill off every character she'd ever created. When she had contented and relinquished her control to her fate; to be the lonely writer whose life was never filled and who did not know happiness. But someone had come along and changed all of that. Kili. That charming, weasley, precious lover and husband and friend that she had met by chance. Never had Flanna thought that she could fall so easily in love or trust or faithful joy, but she had. He had stolen her heart from his first kiss, and she would never, never belong to any other. He felt similarly, so she could see every time she looked into those gorgeous brown eyes, and there was nothing like love. He scooped her into his arms and spun with her, the whole time with her giggling like she had when she was seven and her father would bring her jewels, hang them round her neck... No, no. Not like that. A hundred thousand times better and as much different. Kili was honest and caring, and he had given her a child. His kisses were constant, and she managed between several to tell him, "I love you, I love you, I love you!" Then he had set her up on a horse that it seemed he'd just bought for her, and she grinned in disbelief. It was true. He spoiled her like no other. Her precious Croi was anxiously waiting to go, and she took him graciously in her arms when Kili reunited woman and dog. "It would be as easy as separating you from me," she returned with a teasing but innocent smile, her eyes sparkling in love. She tossed back her head, her red hair gleaming, and answered in a pretty, lilting voice, "Never! Lead me on." She smiled broadly at him, glad for a husband that loved her so. They went along, and as they reached the skirts of the forest, she told him, "I should hope you can remind me how to do this..." a playful, daring grin crossed her face.
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Post by Kili on Feb 8, 2013 23:05:49 GMT -5
Kili was rarely a man of serious tongue. There was ever a smile present upon his face and a laugh erupting from his vocals. He was the one dwarf who wasn't dismal all of the time, the one of his kin who could tell a story that would make you writhe in laughter at a seconds notice. He was good at making friends, even better at crafting allies. His ease and daring charm had served his company well. Able to charm his way into a free meal, a free place to stay, he had more than served his uses in more ways than one. He employed such skills upon Flanna, not for personal gain, never. He charmed with stories to watch her eyes sparkle like the fireworks Gandalf used to bring, to watch her face set in curious fascination. She truly had brought an entirely new dimension to his world. Light, love, beauty, and many, many more that lacked a common name.
Kili had, at one point, saw the world through colors of black and white. There was good and then there was evil. Life had not been layered or complicated or difficult. The elves were traitorous cowards. Dwarves were loyal and fiercely protective of their home. Dragons, trolls and orcs were horrible nasty things, and hobbits were clever and willing to help. The dwarves would reclaim Erebor, or they would die trying. There were no shades of gray in Kili's world. It had been one such thing, or another, but of course all of this had been shattered by the bombshell he now called wife. She had flooded his world with so much color that he was lucky he was not drooling in a corner gaping awkwardly at the landscape. She had brightened his world and showed him the magic of true emotions that stemmed from other things besides honor and loyalty. He was still a bit overwhelmed if he was being honest.
"Yes, yes, yes! Love, affection and kisses all around... not for you Croi! The foot of the bed for you." He grinned wickedly at the canine and throwing his loving wife a wink as he led the horse towards the thick forests. Yes, yes she was his everything but he still required these adventures. These fights away from their home. He would not stray too terribly far from the roads and the pathways, he would not put her in danger. That was for he and his uncle, not the pregnant love of his life.
"Tis why I did not try love. Even though I have not taught her to wield a blade, I can only imagine what I might do should someone separate you from I." His voice became perceptively darker. He would skin the soul. Man, woman, or child who tried to tear her from his side. They would no pain like they had never felt before, and it took great strength to shove such thoughts away. They fell into a companionable silence and he had no desire to break it, she was the first to do so and at her words he gave a rather undignified snort.
"You? Forget anything? Right... and the next thing you know I'll be informing you of my impending pregnancy." His words were full of teasing laughter. His woman had a memory like no other, she could not fool him.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 9, 2013 16:46:41 GMT -5
Perhaps the best thing that had ever happened to Flanna was Kili. Not her troubled past, not her writings, not even her dear brothers. No, Kili, her husband, was the thing that kept her feet on the ground and her heart in the stars. He was the best thing in her world and he made the stars twinkle where they stood. She loved him, loved him alone. And he could ask her anything, absolutely anything, and she would do it for him. Her heart was as set on and content with him as a sailor to the wide ocean. That didn't even express the surface of her love, for it was beyond description how much Flanna loved her Kili. The dog whimpered, and Flanna shot her husband a pouting, innocent glance, her big eyes pleading along with Croi's. She teased him then with her words, light and lilting. "You mustn't be so uncaring, Kili... Croi has feelings, too, you know." She grinned at him and stroked the dog lovingly, glad that Kili was going to let it go along. She would hate to have to stay with the dog while he went alone... Flanna giggled at her own witty thoughts. "But love and kisses sound delicious." She smirked. She had not meant for Kili to get so defensive, so protective he was of her. But she smiled at his words, glad that he would never abandon her and never let her be out of his sight. He loved her and she knew it. This made her happy. Everything about him did. Kili was everything to her. "You are an exceptional man, you are, Kili. I love you so." She was sappy, yes, and she'd admit it. But she could also blame her overwhelming emotions on her pregnancy, and Kili would not be able to dispute it. She grinned and bent down to press a hand to his shoulder. "Kili, my love, I am so excited for our child." They were here now, and Flanna coughed, expecting her bow from him and grinning charmingly. "I just thought perhaps you could... put your arms about me... remind me." She grinned innocently.
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Post by Kili on Feb 9, 2013 18:08:13 GMT -5
There was but two things missing from Kili's life, the first and most obvious was his brother Fili. Fili would forever be the other half to Kili's spirit and despite his gorgeous wife, their up and coming child and the fact that she had flooded his world with so much magic... he still yearned to hear Fili's familiar laughter. His teasing voice, for surely he would never hear the end of being the first to settle down, but he was trapped. Trapped in this world of magic and dangers, and Fili was back home on Middle Earth, when he thought too much into it, he could feel the gaping hole in his gut where Fili's laughter and joy had once filled. The second of course was Erebor. Not only did he wish to return to the caves and the mountains, he yearned to show Flanna his world. In the caverns she could explore to her heart's content, he would never have to worry for her. The crystals would reflect in her eyes and the gold... she would be bathed in it, he would buy her anything and everything she had ever hoped for. The finest silks and tapestries, a bed of luxury, furnishings that most would kill form Erebor would allow him to spoil her rotten, but more than that, he wished to share with her his home. The place that was so sacred to he and his kin. She wanted to show her where he was born, the beauty and the mystery of the caverns carved deep into the mountain... but he couldn't and that killed him.
"Croi has feelings alright, she loves to interfere when I am trying to show my wife how much I love her." It was true, the pup had a horrible habit of bounding in right as they started getting serious, he had been half tempted to saw the door in half, width wise, so he might shut the bottom half during such times... perhaps with a child on the way it wouldn't be such a horrible idea... hmm. "I suggest if you want more 'delicious' hugs and kisses and all of those other delights, you best tell her, don't cast your eyes in my direction." Despite the harder edge to his words, the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eye gave him away. He could be cross with her no more than she could be cross with him. Even on the days he came home frustrated or off balance all she had to do was smile and his problems dissolved like water.
"I love you too, my Flanna, I cannot wait to see our child... shall we dream up names?" He hadn't given the actual infant much thought, the nursery, sure, he was already halfway through constructing a crib, yet another surprise that he had not yet told her about, but he supposed they should discuss names, it would be best to have one picked for when the child came. Spur of the moment names tended to end badly for dwarves, he recalled an old soul named Ale. He winced a bit... poor chap.
They came to a halt and he easily hoisted his wife down from the horse a second snort erupting from him as he offered her a crooked grin. "You...woman... are insatiable. I have created a monster! What have I done?" His over dramatics were coupled with a grin and a quiet chuckle and regardless, he looped her bow over her shoulder, giving her a quick kiss, before turning. "Well c'mon then love, let's see if we can get something before Croi scares everything away with her ferocity."
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 10, 2013 1:11:41 GMT -5
Flanna wondered sometimes what Kili's world was like. She wanted to meet them all, those dwarves that he talked about so much, and especially Thorin and Fili. They were Kili's two relatives, the closest to him, and they seemed like they might be just as wonderful and intriguing and full of many different things as her darling husband was. She wanted to know not only their home and their ways but their fears and loves and pain. She wanted to be one of them. Because if Kili was anything to judge by, she'd have a wonderful place to be. She smiled at the thought and wondered if it was ever to be, but then Kili caught her ears, his beautiful baritone, and she grinned broadly. "Your wife adores her dog, you see... nearly as much as she loves when her husband makes love to her. But not quite that much." She pretended to cover the pup's ears at the last sentence but smiled sweetly at her husband. It was so nice to have someone with whom she could match wits with no problems, with whom she could share a laugh at all times of the day and night. Kili was perfect; they had been forged for eachother, she was convinced, and there was no other husband for her. He was her everything. "Only yours," she whispered intimately to him, her response not as hard as his. She loved him. He was the answer to all the pieces of her life that had been missing, and she knew now that she was really whole. She sat back as much as she dared in the saddle and looked up at the sky. Names? Och, names. Such wonderful, meaningful things. "Certainly, we shall. What should you like, then, Kili? A boy, perhaps? Or a girl?" Flanna was not partial to one or the other. She was just glad that Kili had filled her stomach with a child, that he loved her so much as to give her this blessing. And, by her calculations, it seemed they had concieved the child on their wedding night or soon thereafter. It was in the stars all along. They were meant for eachother and this child was absolutely proof. Kili pulled her off of the horse and she wrapped herself around him for a moment in the embrace. She looked at him wickedly and whispered so that only he could hear, "You always promised me you'd have me like a beast. You've yet to do so..." She grinned. They would hunt first. In a louder response, Flanna said casually, "Croi is a sweet thing, but probably not much. I'll nail you a pheasant or two, how about it?"
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Post by Kili on Feb 10, 2013 14:49:51 GMT -5
Kili knew his world it seemed there were never ending battles, even in the best of times civilizations were always at war, sometimes with sword and shield and other times with mind and intellect. Middle Earth was not for the faint of heart, unless of course you were a hobbit in the shire. Nobody messed with the hobbits, perhaps because they took up so little room and were all around unthreatening. You were more likely to be wounded by an insect over a hobbit, they were, for the most part, incredibly kind, considerate and polite little fellows. Bilbo still made him a bit skeptical... but his world was full of wondrous things as well. They had dragons, birds the size of houses or bigger, magic, beautiful creatures of mystic and wonder, and he wanted to show her, he wanted her to be a part of his world, his home more than anything. He would find a way home. If not for him and Flanna, for his uncle. Thorin did not belong here, and if nothing else he deserved to return.
"Well that tis why I bought the fluff ball. It certainly wasn't for my amusement." His eyes sparkled in poorly suppressed laughter. He was glad she enjoyed the dog... and the house. Thorin had come a few times to whisk him away for a few days and it gave him a sense of peace to know she had the companion with her. The simple fact that she adored the small pup merely made it all the better. Which reminded him that he still needed to get a few more guard dogs. "I better be the only one you dream of kisses from." He grinned back at her, dark eyes catching her own. He knew he was the only man in her life, just as she knew she was the only woman in his.
"Gender? Does it make a difference? If the child is a product of the love I have for you I could care less if its green with purple hair. I would love it just the same." His words were honest, true, they held a twinge of humor, but then again, when was Kili not laughing about one thing or another. Gender was not something the dwarves kingdom looked down upon. In fact both were treated equally. If he had a son he would train it to master the art of a sword and a bow and if he had a daughter he would teach her the same, unless of course they did not wish it. Perhaps... he could teach both mother and child together, Flanna might get a kick out of learning to wield a sword... but then she was whispering wicked words into the shell of his ear and all thoughts of sword play dispersed.
"Woman!" Came the exasperated reply his lips curling upward in a wicked grin as he pictured her against one of the many trees. "We came here to hunt not to participate in other such activities! When I take you here it will be a beautiful set up, food, candlelight, the setting sun... you shall hardly be able to resist me long enough to eat." He tossed her the promise and grabbed her hand. "Pheasant sounds lovely... but a deer would feed us for weeks." Kili loved deer, it was his favorite meat, of course he hadn't told her that, but he was eager to cook her some the way he enjoyed it most, it was thrilling... to share his favorite things with her.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 10, 2013 15:46:51 GMT -5
There was a light that gleamed in Kili's eyes every time someone brought up his home or his kin. He was attached to them, and understandably--Flanna could not imagine being torn away not by choice; he was rightfully so. She was so curious, and though Thorin had stolen away her precious husband a good few times, she'd never truly gotten to meet him. She knew the looks of him; Kili had been right to say he did not look like the friendliest of men. But he was kind to her in casual conversation. And by what Kili said, Flanna knew he was really full of very honorable intent. She always believed Kili, though sometimes she wondered if that wasn't a little bit too much blind trust. She looked innocently his way, eyes smiling in place of her lips. "You canna say you don't love her. I'd have your head for it, I would." She grinned to let him know she was only teasing, but she really did love the dog. It was something to get used to before having a child; Croi was a good sort of training. Flanna was so excited to have one of her own, though, hers and Kili's. She could hardly wait. No matter what it was, she would love and care for it as long as she lived. With a sweet face to Kili she said, "How should I know otherwise? You're the first man I've ever so much as looked at in such a manner. You gave me no chance to know if I should like to kiss another." She shrugged dramatically, giggling. "Well, we should most certainly bestow a noble name unto our child. Nothing like... Alexander. Not that." That had been her father's name. That, and Carson, were absolutely out of the question. She'd like a Celts name herself, girl or boy either, but if Kili wanted else, she did not mind to give in to him. After all, he had made her life so wonderfully peaceful, calm, wonderful... she was at times unsure whether or not she lived in a dream. His words were incongruent with the wicked smile on his face, and Flanna couldn't help but laugh. He was a case. She shook her head, "Och, but not so fast. You did promise." She let it go, though, and pulled an arrow from her own quiver, toying with the tip as she walked with Kili. "You capture me a hart, then," she challenged him. "Unless I get one first." She grinned broadly, knowing that he was one for the challeges in life. Her husband was such a well rounded individual, even if he thought otherwise. She loved him so.
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Post by Kili on Feb 10, 2013 16:18:15 GMT -5
Kili would follow Thorin, if asked, to the ends of the earth. He had made himself become the constant in Thorin's life. Others could come and go, humans and elves could lie and betray him all they wanted, but Kili's trust and loyalty to his uncle was absolute. There was no wavering. Perhaps a bit naive and maybe even a bit blind. But Thorin needed someone, even if he did not know it himself and Kili had molded himself to become that person. He didn't expect anyone, not even his darling wife to understand such complexities. Half the time he was at a loss for his own actions. How many times had he charged into battle because Thorin was tossed in the middle of turmoil? Too many, but Thorin trusted him, and that trust was worth more than all of the gold in Erebor. He would remain good and true to his wife, but if it ever came down to his life or Thorin's, he would not be returning home.
"Yes, yes... I love the small furry thing you have deemed your pet. Tell me, besides teaching it to woo me with the same puppy dog eyes you utilize, have you trained it to guard you?" He knew damn good and well that her valiant "protector" was becoming nothing short of a lap dog. He had seen more viciousness in a gnat and he knew without a shadow of a doubt she would not so much as lift a finger to teach him to actually attack. He really did need to get a few dogs to actually guard her, if nothing else, there home rested on the borders of Aledon. Highway robberies and common thieves targeted places like theirs, it was smart to have a few dogs for defense, it would, at least, make would be enemies think twice. "I hate to inform of you of this love, been when you spoke those ever so lovely vows, it was not I that took your chance, but you, I fear you are tethered to me the rest of your days." He grinned at her, guiding her through the woods with intent. The tracks were fresh and it should not take them long to reach the herd.
"A noble name? Human or dwarf? There is quite a difference when we speak of nobility between the two." He did not comment on her use of Alexander, his mind quickly told him that it was more than likely a touchy subject. He did not like to pry open old wounds, least of all on Flanna, if she wished to speak of her family more, she knew she was more than welcome, but he also let her take solace in the fact that he would not pry should her tongue ever slip. He did love her, and he never wished for her to be uncomfortable in his presence.
"I will keep my promises to you Flanna, especially the naughty one." He rumbled in that rough baritone that vibrated through his chest that he knew she loved, and then, before she could dream up a response, he was gone, sprinting through the snow, pulling an arrow from his back and speeding off after the tracks. "It seems you won't be much of a challenge if I can score you a hart before you can even get there." She was not so pregnant as to be slowed by such a thing, at least not yet. She should know better than to issue a challenge... especially a hunting farce.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 10, 2013 17:11:46 GMT -5
Flanna wondered briefly, in a moment of sheer panic, what would happen if on one of those days that Thorin took Kili from her, he was slain? That they, the two brave warriors that they were, got into trouble and did not return to her? The pain of losing Carson was still so fresh and seared in her mind that thinking of going through the same should it be her husband... it was unimaginable, and beyond that, unbearable. She ought not think of such terrible things, she knew. It was bad for her and her mind. She shook the thoughts and for a moment took Kili's hand in her own to quell the nerves. She loved him so, so very much; it was all very beyond describing. She hid her face from his for a moment. No, she'd been treated so like a queen that hardly did she move if Kili was around. When he wasn't, she did the housework she ought. No, she had not taught Croi anything more useful than eating scraps from the floor. "She's too... sweet for that. The most she could attack is our pleasure time." Flanna smiled as if it were a matter-of-fact sentence. The poor little pup was too good and kind for Flanna to risk changing her, but she knew it would concern Kili that she was not protected. She could wield an arrow though... "I would choose no other," she promised him, squeezing his hand and wishing for a second that she could kiss him so that he would know her promise was true. But he knew. Now, they were following tracks, which was enough to keep all of Kili's attention off her. Some heed he had to pay to the path before them. She was caught in thought at his words. "Well, then, give me some of the noble names of your kind. I should like to hear them. Among men, noble names are regarded differently in certain places. Celts names are considered scum to those about these parts, I believe." She shrugged. It was true. But her child would be revered. Would be loved and important and given everything it needed to make its way in this world. Flanna was going to make sure of as much, as she knew her dearest would also. "I shall await that moment eagerly," she said with a devilish smile and in a soft tone. Kili was such a perfect lover, she knew. She wanted him to have her as many ways as he knew. He broke from her then, and she scowled at his tricks. He was such a playful man. She chased after him on light feet, though she wasn't certain she'd be able to keep up. She followed but tried to shield herself from him. And there, in a clearing, though she still had one eye on her husband, Flanna saw a buck, a lovely thing. With the utmost care, she strung her bow and aimed. Inhaling, she prepared. Then she released.
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Post by Kili on Feb 10, 2013 19:38:22 GMT -5
He would never tell her how deep his loyalties for Thorin truly ran. It was difficult to understand the depth to which loyalties ran inside of he and his kin. His brethren had been reduced to nothing, they were nothing, a scarce thirteen warriors and most of which had never wielded a blade in their life, lest it was behind a kitchen counter. They were, quite literally, a rag tag team of misfits without a home. They belonged nowhere, had nothing. Without Thorin... they never would have made it as far as they had. He was the glue that had cemented what remained of them together, he was the single soul who fought to keep each and every last one of them alive. They owed him... so much more than their own lives. All of them did. He had been the unwavering ruler that they had needed. He wasn't afraid to lead his people, he wasn't afraid to make decisions. He had saved them all time and time again. He was a hero, the very definition of the word, it was why his loyalties ran so deep.
Kili himself was hard pressed to have a permanent home. Yes he had one, yes he had built it for his lovely Flanna, but it was difficult for him. He had been a nomad all of his life, forever wandering aimlessly searching for the lost Erebor to no avail. The forest and their unmarked trails sung to him, beckoned him forth. Of course he would never leave Flanna, he loved her with every fiber in his being, but he also loved his freedoms, and he could not live without it either. It was why he did things often without thinking. He had wanted a hunt, so he had purchased the arrows and the horse. He had wanted to do a bit of walking so he had foregone the pony.
"I see that... soon its belly will swell and it will not have the excuse of baring a child." He laughed into the air. "I will have to get you dogs already trained in the art of guarding I fear... lest I have a whole house full of overgrown fur rugs with a heartbeat." Kili snorted. That was the last thing they needed. He knew she could wield a bow but that would not save her in the dead of night while she lay slumbering. Men were cruel they prayed upon souls when they were at their weakest points. He would see to the guard dogs in the morn. He would let her keep her lap dog... a hidden smile drifted across his face. Although... what he hadn't told her was that when the pup grew, it would max out somewhere around eighty-five pounds. That would make for a good laugh when it still attempted to bulldoze its way into her lap.
"Dwarven nobility? For a male a scarce few consist of Gilbur, Hakk, Morzad, Gimni, Ragor, Doro..." He tried remembering more, but it had been so long since he had tried to remember names, the only ones that came to him with ease, were the ones in his party and he didn't truly deem those appropriate. He felt like it would be betraying his kin. They had earned those names through trials and treacheries untold. He did not wish the same for his child. "For a girl, Calina, Mora, Fimana, Ketdina, Ovrundi... to name a few anyway. We do not poses the most eloquent of names I'm afraid." It was true, they were strong, durable names, they weren't pretty, nor did they have glamour.
Kili approached the herd ,missing the buck Flanna's eyes had caught entirely, he crouched low between the bushes, nocked the arrow and waited, letting out an expiratory breath as the buck paced between his does. He let the arrow fly with percisioned skill and it struck home. The creature gave a gargled scream and fell to the snow, its herd scattering to the winds, but Kili was merciful and upon the beast quickly.
"Thank you." He murmured softly to the dying beast before twisting the arrow and pulling it free, the great deer falling still.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 10, 2013 22:34:41 GMT -5
Kili got lost in thoughts whenever he thought of his family and his home, Flanna had noticed. But she did not mind. She knew how he must miss it, how he must yearn to be back with those he loved, and she sometimes wondered if there were loyalities or lines drawn somewhere there that he would not even share with her. She did not mind and she wouldn't push him. Perhaps in a poem that she hid away she would ask those questions, but she knew that his relationship with Thorin even was much more than she understood. And that was alright with her, because she knew that he loved her and he would tell her everything that she needed to know. She stared at him in mock disapproval. "You'll not say that about my precious dog," she grinned, but he had to know she was kidding. She was glad, though, that he was so concerned about her well-being, about how she fared when he had to leave her, and nodded reverently at his words. "That would be good, I think," she said. Flanna would try not to spoil those dogs as she had her Croi. She did not like being alone. She was used to it, yes, because that was how she'd lived for three years, since she was sixteen, but that did not mean that she ever liked it. Her writings grew a little more melacholy with the hours he was not there, and she sometimes took a short drink before bed so that she could sleep. She'd not tell him, of course, because she loved him so dearly. He did not need to know that. She was so anxious for this child though! It would change their lives, surely for the better. With a mischievious grin toward her husband, she answered, "When we return home, we shall look more at names. I shall see if you fancy any of the Celts callings." She herself liked them very much, and perhaps so would he. Their child had plenty of time to have its name found, though; she was only three and a half months gone. Flanna nailed her buck, piercing his heart on the first blow and sending in a second arrow to make the death more swift. At the same time she caught sight of Kili in the corner of her eye. Och; he'd gotten one too. She smiled to herself and knelt in front of her prize, stroking its head gently as the last of life left it. Flanna did not like to see the creatures die as they did, but she was thankful nonetheless. She left the beast as she knew it was dead and stood to join Kili. "I suppose then this comes down to whose is the bigger..." She smiled gently but then said, "But truly; I canna haul this thing back on my own." She placed a hand on his shoulder and looked over to where her deer lay. Croi was bounding toward her and Flanna shook her head.
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Post by Kili on Feb 12, 2013 17:30:10 GMT -5
He did not regret the curse that had brought him here, he couldn't. He never would have met his Flanna had he remained on Middle Earth... but everything here, from the monsters to the men were so entirely different then his own, he was a stranger lost amidst a sea of oddities. This world made him feel lost, and never, not even on the long and ever winding unmarked trails of middle earth, he had never felt lost, he had had his kin, namely Thorin and Fili and he had taken for granted everything that was, in fact, familiar. He silently appreciated his wife for never questioning him, he told her some things, would randomly remember a story and would share it with her, but it wounded him gravely, more than he cared to admit. His past was sacred, he felt a bit uneasy by it. Sad, lonely, lost. Flanna, herself helped a great deal with such things, just her smile, her laugh, her very presence, they made him forget that he had been lost, she made him remember what it felt like to be happy, to be filled with laughter, and he would be forever indebted to her for that.
He nodded absently at her defense of her dog and the acceptance of more. He was through teasing her, his mind to set upon the hunt. His dearest Flanna had never seen him in a true battle and with the same weaponry he was currently utilizing with stealth and agility, he could fell numerous foes. His accuracy when speed was required was phenomenal. Even Thorin, who at first had scoffed at the idea of a dwarf using a bow, had come to realize that Kili simply had a knack for it and it had come in handy on multiple occasions... especially on orcs riding Wrags. He hoped, beyond all reason that she would never have to see him unleash such furies, while he enjoyed the art of a good battle, it was never pretty, battle and war were glorified, but in reality death, starvation, dehydration, exhaustion, infection, disease, death... these were the things that made up the bulk of any war. At the end of the day, songs were not sung, feasts were not served, cheers did not erupt. They glanced between one another with knowing eyes and silently moved on, he had never enjoyed the act of actually killing anything, it simply had to be done.
"I am sure Celt names are a great deal more delicate than dwarven names, mine is considered rather feminine, it sounds too pretty, but my mother was adamant. She had Fili and she wanted Kili, or at least, that is what I am told." He had never actually known his mother, the woman was lost to the fury of Smaug and Kili had scarcely been old enough to stand. Fili had practically dragged him from Erebor.
It seems, his wife had bested him, her arrow had struck true, before he had ever gotten near the herd, as she left her own prize to tend to his own her gentle words floated to his ears and he smirked, glancing between his own buck and hers. He grabbed the hand at his shoulder, smiling and squeezing her fingers before he let out a sharp and high pitched whistle. It took but a moment, but the horse appeared a moment later, and he trotted over to it, pulling the thick sheets of canvas out of its saddle bags.
"My love, did you think I would come unprepared? We shall waste neither kill, the beast will haul them home. All you have to do is help me roll them. We will bound them with rope and tie them to the horn of the saddle. We will have food a plenty for the next several weeks." Dwarves believe it or not, actually did own horses for this exact purpose. "We will load mine first and then fetch your prey?"
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 12, 2013 18:07:25 GMT -5
There was a silence that had always lingered peacefully between Flanna and her husband about where they'd come from. She was not keen on speaking in depth about her past, just as Kili was never intent on speaking of his. She suspected that should they ever have the chance to go back to his world, she would know more, would be told more, but until then, she dared not ask. Sometimes she wished there was more time to sit down with Thorin and get to know him, on which occasion she would learn more of who they were. But she would never ask Kili directly. She did not want to break their married trust at all. She smiled at his words, thinking of how funny it was that his name was "feminine" when he was such a masculine figure, when he was so strong and endowed with all the manly blessings. She grinned at her own thoughts. She was one of the few that knew him like that, that knew each dip and curve of his body and everything that sparked fires in his dark eyes. Flanna watched over her blessed beast until the gleam faded from his eyes and she stroked him gently, feeling guilty and a bit sorrowful that he had to come to an end at her hand. But she was nonetheless thankful for the beast, that it would feed her and Kili (and probably Croi) for a while. She would carry in her a child that would grow strong enough to be a true child of Kili's as soon as it had escaped the hold of her body. This child would be wonderful. It would be better than she or Kili; it would be stronger and smarter and more special than them combined. This must be the marvel of motherhood, the wonder of being a parent. And she was absolutely looking forward to it. It was reassuring when he took her hand with his, and made her smile because she could not help herself. The horse came on Kili's command, and she shook her head. Of course he'd trained the beast. "Nay," she said, "You're never unprepared. I know you too much for that." She was glad to help him, but wondered if he'd allow it. Alas, he did. She aided him with the canvas and as soon as they'd fastened his kill, they moved over to hers. She smiled triumphantly as both bucks were tied and ready. "Well done, my love. I always knew we were made for eachother." She winked at him and caught her dog as it jumped upon her. She loved the dog, she loved him, and she wanted him to be upon her as the dog was. Och, well; they needed to get their trappings home.
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Post by Kili on Feb 12, 2013 21:35:11 GMT -5
He wondered often how they came across one another, and how she had captured him so easily. Kili had never seemed to have a heart that held real emotions. He was always full of laughter, full of jokes, several had attempted to woo him but after a polite decline or a rare date or two, Kili was gone, vanishing back amongst the crowd. His attention was a hard thing to keep, curious and adventurous, he seemed forever restless, they had teased him forever that he would never settle down. They would laugh if they could see him now. Now only had he settled himself, but he had no desire to return to his whimsical ways. Sure, he still loved adventure and nothing and no one would keep him from them, but he wanted her to return home too, wanted her to be the one he shared his life with, his memories. It seemed surreal that he had only known her for a scarce few months and already she was rooted just as deeply as Thorin, Fili. Ah well, she could keep his heart, he had no use for the damnable thing anyway. It couldn't wield a sword nor bow.
He and Flanna, worked quickly, securing both his kill and then her own. He could see the guilt etched upon her face, but there was nothing he could do, as successful and efficient as this place seemed to be, meat could not be sold because it would not last in the sun, you could retrieve it at bars and taverns, but if you wanted meat at home, it was hunt or pay a ton. Kili had gold, but it wasn't pouring from his ears.
He moved to her silently. One hand slid around her waist, tugging her towards him, and the other rested on the barely there bulge of her stomach. The child was still so small, but Kili smiled every time he touched her abdomen all the same. That was the life he had helped to create and he could not wait to meet them... perhaps he could even convince the child to call Thorin grandpa. He pulled her to him, resting his forehead against her own. He stroked her cheek with a gentle tenderness and smiled to her, that rugged, smirk of a grin that she loved so much.
"Do not fret my Flanna. He gave his life for our child, they will grow strong from the nutrition the beast will provide. He has given us a different gift of life." He kissed her ever so gently and hoisted her up into his arms, settling her, and then Croi on the back of the stallion before setting off towards home, her playful words reaching his ears easily. "Of course we were. Your small for a human and I'm large for a dwarf. Who else could compliment me so nicely." He winked playfully at her, a devious grin upon his face as they set off towards home.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 12, 2013 21:56:05 GMT -5
Flanna had always been the quiet type. Well, alright, that wasn't quite true, but ever since she'd learned about her father she had been. That was when she'd truly become a writer, a spinner of words and a true intellectual. When she'd taken up a craft she knew her moronic father never would have been able to master, that she could have all to herself. She did it out of spite, and she kept quiet. One eye on her own good, one eye on the world beyond. And to think... she was going to live like that for the rest of her days and be contented with it? No, now that she knew the extent of love and of trust, she would never go back to that. She had not even told Kili of her former drinking habits, and she did not intend to lest they arise again. She would give him anything but her past. And once the deer were solidly placed, Kili did a wonderful thing. Made her heart race, flutter, skip beats... as he always did. A smile graced her pale face as he drew close to her, and she felt the warmth from his body through the couple of layers that she bore. No words needed to pass between them as he rested his hand on her stomach, where that wonderful creation of theirs lay. It would be a miraculous thing to watch parenting begin, that was certain. Kili would be a wonderful father and she... Well, hopefully she at least knew how not to be a mother. She watched his face as he pulled her closer, smiling without being able to help it in the least. Oh, how she loved him! She could say it all day and never be tired of it. His mischievious, devonaire smile made her lips moist and her stomach crawl. She could not stand him. She would want him always. And his words also brought a certain comfort. "I suppose that is so. A kind and good creature, to do so." She smiled, as usual not meaning to spin the poetry she sometimes did. It was her manner to be a naturally eloquent woman, and she was unable to stop the words that spilled forth when she spoke. But Kili knew. He loved it, she recalled. She would have to spin him more words when they returned home. His kiss lit her eyes and too soon she was away from him. He would not allow her to walk, and she would not protest, for it was just as soon that he had placed her precious dog in her hands. She nuzzled Croi and said down to Kili, "Nay, no one, my love. Nor ever shall." She grinned, matching his expression, and rode in knowing silence beside him home. She was glad to have someone who loved her so, and glad that it was he that she'd chosen for her life. They would soon be blessed with a child--how great a joy! When they were home, she let him help her down from atop the horse and kissed him back, not having been able to do so earlier. "I love you," she couldn't help it.
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Post by Kili on Feb 12, 2013 23:04:58 GMT -5
Kili could keep nothing from her, he would tell her his past, even the ugly bits, he would just give it to her in small increments, in random spurts. Dwarven marriages, they were far more sacred than humans realized. She had a right to know every last detail of him, from the good to the foul to everything in between. If she ever asked he would tell her, it was her right to know as it was his to know every detail of her own. But he would never pry. She was free to tell him whatever she choose too, he would never pressure her otherwise. He understood what it was to have things one did not always wish to discuss. He had many, but eventually he would tell her. The pale orc, the loss of Thorin's father, everything, eventually she would know. He had told her a great deal about Erebor and the dragon Smaug, the things that had structured and molded the basis of his life, but he had yet to tell her the challenges they had faced, he would, but not right now.
Her face became a lit with fireworks as he pressed a hand to her stomach, she understood his gesture without words. She was, as excited as he for this babe, and she seemed to care even less than he what gender it would be. He thought the idea of being a father, responsible for the life, health and happiness of another creature had always seemed terrifying, out of his realm, but with Flanna... he had not only accepted his fate, he embraced it with open arms. Would it have her hair or his? His dark eyes with her gentle smile? He hated waiting and he still had months to go! What was he to do?
He was glad, at least, to see his comfort awarded... but then again she always understood him, they were perfect for each other, even Thorin's stubbornness could not stand up to how very well they were together, he could not recall having a single argument with his wife, in fact he didn't think such a thing had occurred unless in jest. As he guided the horse back through the woods, an idea sprung to his head, and never turning back to face her he began to hum. Audible just enough for her to hear him over the sounds of the forest and after he had gained a sizeable amount of courage he began to sing.
The wind was on the withered heath, but in the forest stirred no leaf: there shadows lay by night and day, and dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind came down from mountains cold, and like a tide it roared and rolled; the branches groaned, the forest moaned, and leaves were laid upon the mould.
The wind went on from West to East; all movement in the forest ceased, but shrill and harsh across the marsh its whistling voices were released.
The grasses hissed, their tassles bent, the reeds were rattling -- on it went o'er shaken pool under the heavens cool where racing clouds were torn and rent.
It passed the lonely Mountain bare and swept above the dragon's lair: there black and dark lay boulders stark and flying smoke was in the air.
It left the world and took its flight over the wide seas of the night, The moon set sail upon the gale, and stars were fanned to leaping light.
He finished with flourish, his mind remembering the cruelties that Smaug had bestowed upon his lands, he had warned her long ago, that he knew no happy ballads, and he had not lied, but he had promised her a song, and Kili forever kept his promises, as their home came into view, he helped her down and off the horse smiling at her words of love. "I love you too."
(((OOC: I have no idea what this is from, but I did not write it xD I found it in the bowels of my computer somewhere so credit is not mine!)))
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 13, 2013 23:06:38 GMT -5
Perhaps one day she'd let him know all there was to know about herself, all the things she'd done and even the times she had been a normal child. Flanna did not intend to keep anything from her husband. Sure, there were those things she did not like to talk of, but he was married to her. She loved him. She would declare him her best friend and soulmate. Perhaps he would reveal more to her as they lived longer together of his own past, but for now she'd continue to revel in the wonders that Kili showered upon her. He was good to her, too good. And she could not help but love and cherish him always. They were meant for eachother and they could not deny the fact. His touch always brought a spark to her eyes, as it had since first he'd done so. Och. Kili... he inspired thoughts that Flanna knew were less than pure and yet he was the father of the creature that laid in her stomach now. It was a different sentiment, and then they were on their way and he was making her head spin even more as he hummed. He was not a bad carrier of a melody, that she had figured... and then he sang to her, raised his voice to her and she was ever so grateful for it. She had longed to hear that baritone sing for a long time, and a great smile graced her face as he did so. When he had finished, she was meditating on both his words and voice, but finally responded quietly, "Kili, my love, you have a lovely voice. You ought to sing more oft." But she did not wish to embarass him. They were home, after a while, and she all but jumped into his arms, so happy was she and so full of love. He was so good. The sun was going down and it was high time that Kili take her inside. She grinned at him. "Prove it, then," she challenged him in a whisper, beaming into his ear. She had missed his touch far too long and longed to have him back under her hand. Really, they should probably unload their catches but she longed for him so, having been tempted the day round by that hunter's physique... She laughed and moved to start untying the deer, taking away some of her temptation. Later, she steadied herself with; later. Then of course the dog came bounding up to her and she teased, "At least, if Croi would allow such sorcery." she giggled.
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Post by Kili on Feb 15, 2013 15:43:08 GMT -5
Kili loved his wife. Loved her more than he usually let on, of course if she wasn't convinced of his love by now, he wasn't sure what would make her see. He had built her a home, showered her in a thousand gifts, surprised her spontaneously with small adventures and surprises. he obeyed her every request no matter how little it may seem. He loved her enough to take her back to Erebor, to present her to his people as the love of his life, and a human no less. If they denied her, which they knew they never would, as much as it would kill him, he would live with her outside of Erebor's walls. That small city of humans that would be rebuilt after Smaug was vanquished... unless of course he never made it home. He needed to content himself at least for now, that if he never made it home he still had Flanna, their soon-to-be family, and Thorin.
He wasn't sure where he had heard the song that his vocals brought forth, perhaps it had been spun from one the tales Durin had spun, or perhaps it was written from the broken hearts and wounded spirits of his kin. It was sad, a tribute to their fallen brethren. The dwarves they would never see again, all of those they had lost amidst the fire and smoke of that terrible day. Perhaps, it was a better way to describe their wrongs to her, his past. Song seemed so much easier to express one's self in than speech. Perhaps she would be satisfied with at least that piece of his past, the rest would be hard enough to tell her without the loneliness and the depression of Smaug bringing it down. Kili wasn't a good man, he never had been. His entire life had been spent on battlefield after battlefield. Slaying foes with relentless force and bringing about destruction in the most horrific of ways. He could still feel the orc blood upon his flesh, the heavy weight of a sword within his hand. But her words made a ghost of a smile return to his face and he released his depressing thoughts, focusing instead on her.
"Aye... it is much more beautiful when there is numerous voices joining in. Our chants are made to be as such. A thousand voices echoing about dark caverns, singing the same melody." He had no memories of the voices inside Erebor, but he knew what they had sounded like when they traveled, it was mesmerizing, beautiful. Their voice twined together as smooth as running water, blending perfectly to create a single booming sound. It really was remarkable. He smiled as she slid from the horse and he turned to attend to their kills. He needed to get them into the basement lest they spoil, she was upon him, however, tempting him as always and he halfway groaned.
"Woman... we have to get these carcasses into the basement lest our kills go to spoil. I did not kill a forest creature to see its hide wasted." Kili had no problem killing trolls or orcs or elves... but innocence like the deer, it always chomped away at his conscious, and as much as he always wanted the woman beside him, he would see too it first that such a thing did not occur. "Help me get them down the stairs and then I will be your slave my lady love."
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 16, 2013 19:57:48 GMT -5
There was an understanding between them, a mutual bond that extended beyond what just marriage entailed. She was more than his wife; he was more than her husband. He was her friend, her best friend, and he was safe. Kili was a safe person to trust, to love, to confide in--and that was what Flanna had needed in a mate. She had found some of the right qualities in her brother, but he was not someone that she would have trusted her whole self with. Besides, she would rather have a husband, someone to be her lover while he was also her friend. This she had all found in the man whose ring she wore now. She smiled at him. She thought on the lyrics, on the sombre minor melody that rang through the words. It was haunting but it was at the same time beautiful; his voice was one that she could not soon forget. It was what kept going through her head after she'd dismounted, as she watched him with a deep love and devotion. Yes, she needed to help him now. Needed to get in their deer so that they would have meat aplenty for a while to come. "I yearn to imagine, should all the voices be so pure as yours is," she said with one more quick smile, then turned to the deer. Kili's voice sounded the least bit irritated and she closed her mouth in subserviance, a little bit shy because she wasn't used to hearing such words from him. Actually, she thought, should it ever happen that he grew angry with her--which he never had--she would likely be unable to take it. Ever since her father, she had a part in her that hated, feared anger directed at her. It made her frightened and worried and she would do nothing but obey. Of course, she knew he was not mad at her like that. She helped him to untie the deer and then to drag them down the stairs to where they would stay in storage until they were needed. When done, she penned back her horse and then turned to her husband and said softly, "Come with me." Flanna took Kili by the hand and led him inside the house, to the living room. There she pushed him teasingly onto the sofa, and took it upon herself to light a fire in the fireplace. In this cold of winter, she'd not have them freezing. After going back to the bedroom to change into a lighter dress and grab a couple of blankets, Flanna returned and sat beside him, laying her head on his shoulder and wrapping them in blankets. She took his hand and caressed him, saying, "And we shall have a pleasant evening, my love."
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Post by Kili on Feb 17, 2013 15:12:02 GMT -5
He could remember vaguely the married couples that had journeyed with them. Some built their survival off of that companion. Clinging to them in the dark, whispering sweet nothings back and forth, those who had children, kept them close, including them in their soft words of hope, encouragement, and love. Kili had watched these interactions with a mixed sense of curiosity, jealousy, and confusion. He couldn't remember his parents and Fili barely could. Thorin was the last person that would ever indulge in such sweet words of love and adoration, and he had grown up without them. He didn't understand the point of such fancy. Why did they feel the need to constantly remind one another of their love? Could they not feel it in the bonds they shared? He knew he had loved Thorin and Fili and he knew the feelings had been mutual, but they were not constantly reminding themselves of such things. At the time he had been utterly confused and just a tinge jealous. Was there some detrimental part of childhood that he was missing? That could be felt with words alone? He loved his kin and was loved by his kin, he had thought that such loyalty was what a family was built on.
He had never known different until he had met Flanna. The power of words struck him hard, the simple phrase, "I love you", three words, eight letters, three syllables, every time she spoke them to him, every time he spoke them to her, they rocked his world, caused his heart to tremble, and the sheer power of that simple phrase caused his knees to tremble. Her love had touched him in ways he could not even begin to fathom, let alone express into words. She was incredible.
"One day, Flanna, one day you will hear it. The sound is like nothing you will ever experience." He murmured absently to her. he was still taken aback by how remarkable this woman was, then again he was usually taken by her, all she had to do was walk into the room and his attention was upon her. He was captivated by the whimsical melody of her voice, the light that sparkled in her eyes, the way the sunlight accentuated her hair... it was impossible that this incredible creature had chosen him to spend her life with. Entirely impossible.
She spoke her commands after they had stored their kills and he was helpless but to obey. he followed her like a homesick puppy, allowing her to lead him about the home he had built and although her touch was teasing and soft he obeyed it, falling backwards onto the couch and watched as she set about making it comfortable. She lit a fire and vanished, more than likely to make herself more comfortable. Kili stripped himself of bows, arrows, armor, and his sword. A soft tunic and a pair of linen pants and he collapsed back onto the couch just as she returned, blankets in hand. She wrapped them amongst the fluff and warmth and curled against him so sweetly. He draped an arm behind her back to toy with her hair.
"You are so beautiful Flanna." He murmured to her softly, not wanting to break the soft atmosphere that had encased them.
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Post by Flanna Kelly-MacDowell on Feb 19, 2013 21:09:47 GMT -5
Flanna could not really remember her better childhood days. They had been too skewered by the troubling part of her past that they were little more than distant dreams. There had been, though, times when she'd been innocent and intelligent at the same time, when she could have been a master at her craft because she was so well off. But those days had passed and now she was not so innocent. She knew the ills of the world. But thankfully, she'd also found since then the absolute love of her life, the man who made it all worth her while. He was her everything. He was the inspiration for her words, the body that made her own sing, the stability in her wavering life.
She loved him! She loved him so much! Every time he said her name, her flesh tingled. Every time he kissed her, it made her heart stop. And to know that she now carried a part of him in her womb was a feeling unlike any other--impossible to describe in any words. She could not believe her fortune in finding this dwarf for her own. Never would she have thought that such riches would befall her, material or emotional.
"Sounds wonderful," she said gently, and then went off to the bedroom to find a better dress. The one she chose was very thin, one layer of worn fabric that neither concealed her figure nor left much to the imagination. Kili knew her inside and out, though, and it was partly for comfort that she donned the thing. She walked back into the living room, though, and pushed herself as close to him as she could, seeking the warmth of his body in the winter and the feeling of him at her side, assuring and confident. Flanna could feel his love as he reached around her to toy with her flaming red locks.
"You're too kind," she laughed into his chest, letting her fingers trace patterns over his shirt gently and breathing deeply in his scent. He was so perfect. For several minutes, she laid like that at his side, happy just to be beside him. It was so warm and so... safe. Yes. Her warrior and her lover kept her safe from all the ills of the world beyond them. Soon, though, Flanna broke their sweet silence, saying, "Kili, I love you." Her voice, so sweet and innocent, sounded like music and she moved to have her face nearer his.
And she kissed him, softly at first but with heightening passion as her tongue found his. She wrapped her arms about his neck to pull herself a little closer. When she retracted her lips, she smiled at him and said, "You, my darling and my love, are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
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Post by Kili on Feb 21, 2013 20:19:10 GMT -5
It did not take much for Kili to spoil his wife in most anything he could get his hands on, he wasn't rich, but he was talented, skilled in the craft of building as was his birthright. There was not a dwarf known, male or female, that lacked crafting ability. Dwarves had the unique talent of watching something was and being able to duplicate it to the finest detail, constructing her home, her furniture, her ring... it was as simple as breathing to Kili. He had only to pay for raw materials, and most of which he had found or scavenged himself. There were a very few items that he had actually required aid on. Of course, he would never tell her that, better she not know that he had constructed ninety percent of everything here, she probably had surmised he had a fortune. He had gold, nut not enough to have such a spectacle constructed. His eyes turned down to gaze at the woman still curled up beside him, a fleeting smile drifting across his mouth, she had grown so much since their first encounter, it was a beautiful thing to watch her shed her shy blushes. Women were not made to be pretty things that stood in the corner... no. They were meant to be a partner, a comrade, a best friend, a lover and his woman, at least, would feel like an equal in any way she wished. He would train her, teach her to craft, fight... there was nothing he would tell her she could not do... at least not because of gender. If she asked him to go to war he would damn well have a protest or two.
He loved her for so many reasons, his eyes shifted to the fire red locks that weaved through his fingers. He loved her laugh, her smile, her personality, her hobbies, her eloquence, her challenges, he loved her sharp wit, her way with words, the way she curled into him when she sought comfort, the way her nose crinkled when she was thinking... he could go on and on for days until he made himself nauseous from the sappiness his own brain spewed. Plain and simple, he loved her, heart, body, mind, and soul. They sat in companionable silence, Kili could hear the wind whistling as it dashed around their home, the fire place as it crackled and snapped in a valiant battle to maintain warmth.
"I love you more, my Flanna." He teased her just as softly before she kissed him. It began, innocent and soft just like the woman he had first met, but it quickly grew heated with her passions until he could scarcely contain himself, but she dragged away from him and it was all he could do not to whimper, but for the first time, he did not wish for her body, and with all the gentleness he could muster he moved her to snuggle back into his side. Kili had something to say.
"My Flanna, I never wish to push you, especially about your past, but when I married you, I did not do so for your body, as lovely and as tempting as it is. When I married you I did so because I loved you. I love everything about you, I want to know you, every little detail, not just your body but your mind and your spirit as well. You are a talented writer and a phenomenal poet, you had a brother you loved very much and a father who was a wretch of a man... but I don't know much else about you my love, and I want to. I'm not asking for everything, just tell me something, any tiny detail, a habit, a hobby, a memory.... anything."
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