A Day To Remember [Flanna]

Flanna was curled into his body so sweetly, he could her warmth radiating from his shoulder, all the way to his waist, her thin fingers were coiled around his bicep while the other hand played about his waist. Being here with her, just loving her with no ulterior motives or intentions, Kili could have stayed here forever. She was so damn beautiful he was in awe how men had not simply thrown themselves at her feet. Did they not see what he had seen? Did they not see how utterly flawless she was not only in mind but spirit too? Not all of the gems in Erebor held a candle to her smile, not all of the veins of gold held a chance against her laugh. She was perfection... no she was his perfection. Kili had never known a great deal about family or love, or the strength of such emotions, but when he looked at her, when he watched her smile, he understood why all of those horrid love ballads were created, because he felt all of those things and so much more when he so much as glanced upon her.

Kili felt an instant wave of guilt as soon as the request had fled his mouth. He had promised her he would never push her for the past, he had given her his word that he would never pressure her into revealing more than she wished... he hadn't meant for it to come out so horribly blunt. But he was so entirely curious and he wanted to know his gorgeous wife inside out. Every flaw, everything that made her perfect in his eyes. He wanted her darkness and he wanted her light, but he regretted asking her for it. He was quite certain she would have spoken of it in her own time and he opened his mouth to apologize but quickly slammed it shut once she began to speak.

He listened to her story, giving her his absolute attention. He read the lines on her face, the emotions in her eyes, he wanted to listen, but he wanted to read how she fell about such things. When she had finished, she was smiling and she leaned in as close to him as she was able without actually kissing him. For a long moment he remained silent, debating on exactly what he wished to say. He could not change the past, he could not fix the mistakes her parents had made and it would be an insult to say that he could.

"Flanna... I swear to you, so long as I live and breathe no harm shall come to you or our family. Your mother, you need never speak with her again unless it suits your fancy. You will never be pressured to perform any task you feel uncomfortable with and if anyone so much as lays a finger on you without your explicit permission, they will know pain. You will never be alone again." He kissed her forward as sweetly and as gently as he dared and when he pulled back he hesitated for only a moment, he drew in a deep breath before speaking once more, coiling an arm around her waist and tugging her too him."There is one part of my story that you do not know, would you like me to finish the tale?" He never wished to speak of this again but if there was one person who deserved the missing chunk in his story, it was her.

It did not bother him, the act of her drinking, in fact he didn't so much as hesitate on that small trinket of her story. Dwarves were notorious were getting so drunk they couldn't see straight, who was he to tell his wife she could not do the same, no... what bothered him was the reason she had hidden behind a bottle. She had let the cruel world get to her and where family and friends were supposed to rally and help her, none had. She had been left alone when she never had been before and had turned to something else to soothe her pain and that wounded him. No soul should ever have to suffer through the torment of loneliness. It was an agony Kili and the rest of the dwarves of Erebor knew all too well. She would never be alone again... not unless whatever had dragged him hear suddenly pulled him back.

A horrible, wicked thought entered his head then. What if that were to happen? What if that curse began correcting itself? If one day he was suddenly dragged away without ever getting the chance to take her with him? Or worse to say goodbye? Would she think he had left her? Abandoned her alone and left her to die? His heart pounded painfully against his lungs. There would be nothing, absolutely nothing he could do to return to her, to write her... he would never be able to see her again and that, that would kill him. His child, his wife... gone. He shook such horrid ideals from his head, he couldn't think like that, he couldn't handle it.

"It will take death itself to tear me away from you Flanna. I will never leave you. I love you far too much." He murmured too her in response to her words of love. They were true, he could feel them not only in her voice but in her eyes, the way she looked at him, smiled at him. he knew how much she loved him, and he hoped like hell she knew how much he loved her. "I will love you forever." He wasn't sure why he spoke it, perhaps because, he wanted to assure himself that she was still here... still in Aledon... still within his embrace and he really hadn't been dragged back to Middle Earth. He needed her just as much as she needed him, perhaps even more so.

"I will return your words in kind my wife. Our king, Thorin's grandfather, became greedy at the prospect of gold. Instead of mining, crafting, and selling as our kind was known for he began storing vast amounts of it in hidden treasuries and when one of our dwarves found a gem we called the heart of the mountain, he only saw it as a sign of his divine right to rule. Dragons are known for their love of gold and it was this treasury that brought Smaug upon us. Once we were forced to abandon Erebor, we became nomads. An entire kingdom without a home. We got work where we could find it, saved up for food, drink and clothing when we could afford as such and we scavenged. To the north lay a territory of mountains simply called Blue Mountain, but the terrain was infested with Orcs lead by a singular creature called the Pale Orc. The Pale Orc was a monster of a warrior, he killed Thorin's father, tossed the kings head at Thorins feet, wielding nothing but a sword and a tree branch, he felled the orc and took his arm... but the war, it devastated us. Destroyed our numbers. When everything was said and done. Twelve of us remained." Kili could still remember how thickly the orcs blood had cemented to his flesh, it had taken weeks to fully cleanse himself. He remembered the tears, the cries of anguish for a thousand fallen brethren... it was the worst day Kili could remember.

"The twelve of us plus one wizard and one hobbit were attempting to reclaim Erebor in one last fight." Kili had known had hopeless that fight was, he knew their already dismal numbers would be dwindled if they remained at all by the end of the battle, but Erebor had been their home and what was the point of living if they could not have their home? "I love you too, Flanna." Tears pulled at his own eyes as he thought of the company they had left back on Middle Earth. What must they think of him? What must they think of Thorin?