Day On the Town [Flanna]

Kili understood the working of proper society and etiquette, he just didn't particularly care to follow them... but then again he was a dwarf, since when had dwarves ever been known for doing anything that upheld societies exacting standards. He would be the first to admit that dwarves were greedy creatures, when they found something they liked, they took it, horded it away or possessed it. When she had accepted his proposal he had kissed her simply because he wished to know her taste. He could care less who concerned themselves with his affairs.

"My lady, my poetry would bewitch you of every logical thought in your head with its atrociousness... haven't I told you already that writing is a talent I do not possess?" He teased her, mere inches from her mouth, his warm breath ghosting across her face, vaguely he had the audacity to hope that it didn't smell to foul, but she was so warm and agreeable in his hold, he couldn't quite bring himself to release her just yet. "If anyone shall be a literary genius between us, it shall be you My Lady."

A coy smile curled his lips into an award winning grin at her teasing tones, he chuckled but it held no humor only dark implications, his eyes glittered like bright beacons, attempting to drawn her in and lower her defenses, oh but Kili must be careful, he doubted this maiden was touched and he did not wish to ruin her. He needed to control his runaway thoughts, carelessness, could not be tolerated here, so with a great deal of self control and reluctance, he bent down to give her one more kiss, this one much more chaste than the last before righting her once again and folding her arm back into his.

"Oh my Lady, I dare not tell you how wicked I can be, you best be thankful you are not an orc." He walked with her with all the casual charm in the world, allowing her to lead the way to her home, he intended to come calling on her in the next few days regardless of her plans. She would not escape Kili unless she commanded of him to leave. Oh how Fili would writhe in jealousy and the gorgeous creature who dangled from his arm!

'Do not tempt me lady love, I would hate for your opinion of me to change." He laughed lightly, wondering where it was she lived. It better be the damned castle itself. She deserved to be showered in all of its delights as often as it pleased her, if she was living in some run down place... Kili would have none of it, his free arm trailed to his side, fingering the satchel thick with gold. Smaug had not taken everything from him...

Her wit bewitched him more than her beauty ever could... not that she wasn't beautiful, because she was, but rather because where he was from women were just as cold and calloused as the rest of them and if one of them beckoned you to their bed, you went. Dwarven women were not creatures to be defied if you wanted to keep your male bits intact, they were vicious, vindictive, and just as temperamental. The dwarves may be a formidable foe, but their women ruled the realm of intimacy and desire. He was very unaccustomed to the shy yet sharp wit of his lady and he was rather bewitched by her clever tongue. A flicker of surprise crossed his face as her inquiries... when was the last time he had sang? Back in Bilbo's home he would imagine.

"I used to sing a great deal more, we all did, they were composed of stories from the old lands. The forgotten worlds, are home before it was overrun by Smaug. We rarely sing alone, but I suppose I may make an exception for my lady." He murmured to her quietly. His mind had ventured back to Middle Earth and its vast number of terrains, the mountains, the valleys, the bloody forests, everything about Middle Earth he yearned to rediscover... especially his dwarves, he missed their oddball team of misfits. Not all born warriors, nor necessarily skilled, but each as determined as the next to reclaim Lonely Mountain.

"My mind is full of wondrous things My Lady and it would take me more time than you have to explain a vast majority of it too you, but right now it focuses on the feel of your hair against my arm, and your lips against mine. My lady is very bewitching whether she tries to be or not, I fear what such a siren will do to my poor heart." His lips curled up in a delectable half smile. If Kili was never short of any one thing, it was charm. Fili had once said that Kili received all of the sharp wit and charm but he had been bestowed the good lucks and the handsome beard.

"My lady... I tease you only, to not take offense to that of which comes from my mouth, it gets away from me sometimes... and if I ever treat you anything short of the goddess you are, may the old Gods strike me where I stand, you deserve no less than the finest silks money can buy and hands not hardened with calluses like mine, but alas! You have chosen a warrior of a dismembered house of dwarves, I'm afraid your stuck with corny lines and bad jokes my lady." He laughed then too, willing her to do the same. He enjoyed her company immensely and could only hope that she enjoyed his just the same.

Kili had hated this world since the moment he had awoken here, he missed the loud chatter of his brethren, he missed the taste of brew, the sound of glasses clanging together, insults being thrown across the table like the roast, the drunken brawls, the humorous songs... he missed his home like he had never missed anything in his life, and from the moment he had arrived he had been seeking a way to return with no avail, but for the past several hours, in the company of his fair Lady... his mind had not strayed to finding a way home, sure his thoughts were always drifting back to Fili... but they were practically conjoined and it was impossible not to think of Fili, but this woman was testing his restraint if the opportunity presented itself... would he want to leave her? Or more importantly, would she consider coming with him? And why was he considering such things when he had scarcely met her earlier this day?

"You wish to spoil your ear drums with the atrocious sound of my voice? My Lady! I knew not of your masochist ways!" Kili laughed once more, tensing his muscles only briefly as she leaned against him, a smile curled his mouth as she squeezed his arm with zeal. It appears she had gotten over her shame at public displays of affection... he would turn her into a dwarf yet! Her next words were soft with just a touch of embarrassment but Kili patiently allowed her to gather her thoughts. Her next words had him momentarily speechless in surprise, so full of intrigues was his little mouse.

"Not a siren my sword." He murmured against her hair before dropping his mouth to claim hers once again. He took his time, memorizing the feel of her lips against his own, coaxing hers to play. he did not want to scare her off, and while he pushed her in the right direction, he allowed her to set the pace. He released her slowly, smiling crookedly before resuming their pace and when they reached her small apartment, Kili kept his frown from his face. His Lady... would not have such a small home. It simply would not do.

"Very well my Lady... and I do believe I owe you song." he stepped into her small home, looking about it with mild curiosity, the smell of ink and parchment and something decidingly her were the first things to penetrate his mind and he smiled t her gently. "Tis a lovely home my Lady.'

Kili was optimistic and bright because someone in their company had to be. Thorin held so much pain, so much anguish over what had been done to his people, both in Erebor and Moria... that he rarely smiled, rarely joked... hell he very rarely spoke a word that wasn't about how great of a failure he was. Kili had made it his life's goal to see Thorin happy once again and he had shaped his personality accordingly. If Thorin were too appear and wish him away, Kili would follow. No matter how much he found himself enjoying this dame's countenance and company, Thorin would forever come first in his priorities. There were no exceptions it was how Kili had always been, so fierce were his loyalties. Of course he would never tell this lady that and she would never know, because the chances of him finding anyone in this long, forgotten world were slim to none.

"My Lady! We sing mainly of our fallen brethren and the lands that were lost to both the ferocious dragon Smaug and our fallen old kingdom of Moria. They are sad and lonely songs that weigh heavily on the heart, and usually we sing them as one strong voice." Such things were not usually spoken of outside of the dwarven caves, it was rare anyone of another race knew the religious, spiritual, or sociable habits of dwarves, while most looked down on them as rude and rather risqué and while they may tease and taunt one another with loud and obnoxious banter at the end of the night the feasting halls were spotless, free of flying food or spilled grog. A very contradictory race indeed.

"Flanna..." He spoke her name in a deep rumble, his heavy voice transforming into a soft purr. "Are you always so formal? If my Lady wishes to kiss me she may... or if she wishes to clobber me with some form of an iron skillet for doing so, she may as well... of course in the latter of the two I will attempt to dodge." He laughed lightly, he liked the feel of her coiled around his arm, so light and airy he feared he might be able to lift her in a single movement.

"Displeased? Preposterous." Kili snorted, his dark eyes scanning the small space and a decidingly wicked grin covering his face. His eyes narrowed in contemplation for but a moment as though puzzling something over in his brain... it was a look that would have had Thorin cringing because mischief was sure to follow. "I'm merely debating on how I shall construct your new home."Perhaps a sun room? Where light filtered in through colored glass and eliminated her manuscripts? Dwarves had always been known for their craft and Kili was no exception.

Kili was a very complex individual, he felt a plethora of emotions beneath the surface but the majority of his life, he had been a nomad, following under Thorin's rule, never stopping, never belonging anywhere, they found work where they could, earned money for food, clothing, weapons, and supplies and moved on. Ridiculed, teased, mocked. They were degraded and spat upon. The mighty "divine" king whose ruler fell to a monstrous beast for his greed. Kili had hardened, had learned to take the insults in stride, he had no choice, grow a backbone or die seemed to be a reoccurring theme in Kili's life. He learned how to bury his emotions under an easy smile and clever wit. Kt simply had made life more bearable and now it had become a shield, hiding what he sometimes truly felt and disguising it under a laugh.

"If my Flanna..." He stressed her name, teasing her. "Should write me anything I will sing it for all the world to hear so they may know what talent she possess." He smiled broadly and delicately placed a kiss to her temple, tugging her closer to his side. She was still coiled around his arm like a vice and he could not help the pride that swelled within him that she trusted him so readily despite having them just met. He wondered vaguely what Thorin or Fili would say of his red headed beauty.

"Ah! Then you have chosen correctly! I may put on a nice bout of charm but when I am with my brothers... our tables are not so quiet, we bet on how much food Bombur can catch with his mouth! We challenge one another to drinking games, I have even been known to start a food fight or two. Societies standards rarely apply to dwarves I'm afraid." The dry response came with a crooked grin, there was no teasing in those words, only truth. "I suppose it tis a good thing that my brothers are not here, lest they frighten you off... I rather like you coiled around my arm, and you m'dear may kiss me anytime the fancy strikes. I for one will never object." Her protests against his plans were feeble and did not even make the beardless dwarf hesitate, with a rather undignified snort, he responded quickly.

"My dear Flanna if you were not a dangerous temptation I would not be standing in your living quarters. I plan to court you longer than just a day and no lady of mine will live in a hole... no offense to Bilbo wherever he may be. Dwarves are crafty by nature. I shall build you a lovely home surrounded by meadows and trees... and stubbornness is another trait i do claim, your protests would fall on deaf ears."

Kili wondered vaguely how they would have met if she had been back on middle earth, would she have been another faceless figure in a crowd while he went about slaving for some rich human to pay for a few extra shoes for the children? What would she have said about living on the road and in vast caverns that tunneled miles beneath the surface? Whose walls were lined in veins of gold and treasures untold? She wondered if he even would have spoken to her. Probably not. Beauty and settling down was not something he had thought of as of late, he would have given her a second glance and nothing more. Fate did seem to work in peculiar ways though. It seemed his beauty was fast growing attached to him... especially his arm, she wondered if she would still be there if he told her of the hundreds of lives he had taken, how much blood had stained his armor, how much death his sword had seen. He was afraid to tell her of such things, Afraid that his only companion in this world would vanish and he would be left alone once more.

"I will sing to you my lady, have no fear, I need only something merrier than the wicked songs of treachery and despair. Sadness and loneliness. My company is a bit disassembled for the moment and they have forgotten the more lively of songs." So had he. So long had their situation seemed hopeless, so long had their lack of a home seemed permanent, no one wished to sing of brightly colored festivals, or feasts that stretched as far as the eye could see. They only remembered the burning trees and the smoke filled sky... of course there was the teasing musical they had made for Bilbo, but that didn't quite seem appropriate either. Perhaps he would have to juggle her own plates and bowls for her sometime...

"Brandy?" He perked up considerably at the idea of a drink. "I would love some, only, of course, if my dear Flanna has some to spare, I dare not drink you out of your kitchen." Normally he would have declined the request but really any kind of alcohol sounded marvelous and he simply couldn't resist the temptation. "Aye... you should most assuredly be kissing me more often." While he did not wish to push her, if he was always acting out her requests for a kiss, she would never break from her shell, and Kili wanted her to lose a bit of her grace and etiquette, he wanted to see the woman who caused those flickers of fire in the depths of her gaze.

"I want nothing in return from you my dear, unless of course you count your time. Building you a home... I think that earns me a bit of quality time now and then... a walk about the city, a picnic by the lake, whatever else your heart desires of me." Kili grinned crookedly at her and his smile only grew at her bold words, but ah! Kili would not be won just by a pretty smile, she would have to do better than that, so with a grin full of wickedness and mischief he answered her.

"Empty? Alone? My dear Flanna! You think too little of me! I will buy you a dog!" His laughter filled the empty space of her compartment and it was all he could do not to double over.

He enjoyed the flustered blush that dotted her cheeks, the hesitation in her next words as she tried to think of something clever, he liked watching the gears in her head spin. He had never enjoyed woman whose intelligence matched that only of a common whore. He liked to have to think, to be clever, to dream of impossibilities and challenge not only himself but his lover. Kili had not been given very many opportunities to exploit this trait. Most of his encounters with the fairer sex had been one night stands, enough to stave off the sense of never belonging for a night. They usually parted ways come the rising sun and Kili, now couldn't even remember if names had been exchanged. It was quite... dismal when he stopped to think on it.

"Flanna, I do believe you would skin me should I not return, and I do have every intention of returning, lest your brain think otherwise." In fact if Kili had his way, he would be stealing her time from her as often as she would allow it. Dwarves were sociable creatures by nature and she had more than peaked his interest. She challenged his own clever wit and use of sarcasm. She was highly intelligent, clever, quick witted, and everything about her screamed to Kili, and he merely followed like a lost puppy, he gratefully took a swig of the brandy, letting the bitter tang linger in his throat.

"Oh sweet lady! You stab deep!" He placed a hand upon his breast plate and slumped backwards in his chair in a rather dramatic fashion as he was denied her kisses. "How shall I venture on? Without such sweet kisses and gentle touches I fear my body will simply give up hope!" Kili had always been on for a great bout of theatrics. If he had a nickel for every time Thorin had clobbered him for not maintaining a regal composure, he wouldn't need Erebor to restore the dwarves former glory. Despite her defenses she curled next to him resting her head upon his shoulder.

"I should hope so. I would hate to bore you by overstaying my welcome." He teased into her hair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her into his side, and yet again she surprised him. Shifting until she faced him and after his laughter had died down, she spoke of her wishes and his eyes sparkled, intrigued by the fierce possession in her voice and surprise by the hardened kiss she gave him.

Unable to resist himself he traced the seam of her mouth, encouraging her tongue to play and dance with his own. After air became a necessity, he pulled away lightly, panting slightly beneath his breath.

"If you wish me there over the dog, than who am I to disobey such a request... although I doubt the smell will be improved by much." With a teasing smile and a light laugh, he captured her mouth once more.

"Fear not Flanna!" Kili laughed rather loudly at his woman's ferocious banter! Such a feisty vixen he had found! He bet he could make Fili green with envy at his new found lady love... of course first he would be cursing him from here to Mordor for offering to live with a woman who had just met not even a day ago! Ah! But what was life without a bit of risk and adventure? Surely it should be harder than slaying an army of orcs back of Moria. If he could accomplish that living with a woman should be child's play... right? "No other woman has yet matched my charm quite like yours, and if you ever call yourself boring in my presence again I swear I shall have to administer a punishment. Perhaps I will not kiss you for a week! Boring! Preposterous! Blasphemy!"

Kili knew nothing of the balm he was to her soul, just as she knew nothing of his bloody and questionable past. Eventually, he knew if they continued this relationship, he would have to pry open the demons of her past just as she would have too his, and hopefully that day would come when Kili would not merely crack under the memories of his lost company. He hid it well but the cracks in his heart were not so easily mended. But for now, such things were pushed from his thoughts, one day he would tell her, one day he would do his best to explain, but today was not that day.

"The stage? I think not. As much as I would love to be the handsome, dashing hero in one of your tragedies, I do believe I will keep my sword and my arrows. A warrior is in my blood, no matter how many times I may wish it otherwise." That he had not meant to let slip, but it had and Kili winced slightly. He was letting her own charm get the better of him, and he wasn't quite ready to tell her of all the darkness in his heart.

He reluctantly pulled away from her delectable lips and allowed her chance to catch her breath, his own was much needed. He rested his forehead against her own loving the smell of her breath mixed with the scent of brandy.

"I am? Well all the better for me dear Flanna, and all the poorer for everyone else."

"Boring is not the first word that popped into my mind when I saw you in the market, in fact if I am being truthful, it was momentary awe and then anger." Kili would not keep the entirety of his past a secret from her, there were bits a pieces he would not mind sharing, and perhaps she would go to trust him more if he actually told her something not meant in jest or light hearted spirits. Yes she was learning quickly about his kind, but he hadn't told her much aside from their horrible tableside manners. His own were quite lacking but he could reign in it. As Thorin's nephew he needed to be presentable when the situation called for it. Apparently a belching contest was not a proper thing to suggest during the meetings of the Dwarven Kings. "In my world, beauty such as yours belongs to a single race the first children of Ilúvatar, otherwise known as the elves. The elves did our people a great disservice and we have been bitter enemies ever since. Your pointless ears however, quickly stilled my anger. I was fast to realize you belonged to no elven race, you were just simply gifted with beauty." He brushed a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, his eyes holding no humor. He meant his words, and he intended for her to understand that.

"Aye... a warrior from the moment I was born. As nephew to the King, Thorin, it is my duty to protect him and fight at his side no matter what foe crosses our paths, and I have. I have been the cause of much death, I have been in numerous wars, and countless battles, the likes of which your ears did not need to hear as of yet." He hoped he would at least curb her curiosities. Just because he did not wish to tell her the whole truth did not mean he would withhold it if she asked. It wasn't in his nature to disobey.

"Flanna..." There was a warning growl in his tone. Charmer he may be but he was still a flesh and blood male, and her wandering fingers were doing little for what self control he still possessed. He tangled one hand in her hair, holding her back from his mouth. "I will kiss you forever if that is your wish love, but do not start something you are not ready for, I want you to be sure. No regrets."

Perhaps it had not been so wise to speak of the elves, such things had his blood snapping and crackling in his rage. He could remember the look of fierce betrayal and hurt that had covered Thorin's visage as he looked upon the army and they denied to help him. That look still haunted him. Haunted him more than any pus filled orifice of the orcs, any stink of death that still lingered on his blade or his bow. It had broken Kili to see such devastation on his uncles face and he shook the memories from his head. Damn them. Damn them to rancid bowels of Smaugs stomach.

"The elves were our greatest ally. Great friends to Thorin's grandfather. They sat at our tables ate our food drank our wine... but when Smaug arrived destroying the surrounding village and our home the elves would not come. They would not risk their lives to save our home." Darkness, something sinister flashed in Kili's gaze for only a moment before it vanished and the usual crooked smile overtook his face. "But your ears are perfectly rounded and I don't think you have ever ridden a stag, so it's safe to say I will not be skinned alive for having treated you to dinner." His smile faltered at her compliment and he looked away from her.

"I am not always so kind Flanna. You have my word I will never lay a finger upon you unless of course you wish it, but do not picture me as a saint my fair lady, for I am very far from one." It was true, Kili had never intentionally harmed anyone outside of a battle. Sure he had caused a few cracked bones and a few sprained muscles in a bar brawl, but the same had been done to him so he supposed that was all evenly matched up and while, for the most part, Kili was a fun loving and light hearted creature... he wanted her to understand he had a battle hungry side too. If she was serious in her intent to keep her around she needed to know that side of him too.

"One day I will tell you of all the destruction I have caused and all the wrongs that have been done to my people, but I don't think I can speak of it just yet. Just thinking of our people is taxing on me. I need to adjust to this world a bit more." His smile became apologetic, not wanting her to be disappointed, but willing her to understand.

Her stumbled confession caught him off guard and he momentarily felt out of place. He had dealt with a variety of problems in his days but never before had he encountered love nor had he been the reciprocal of it and he sighed. His lady was waiting was she not?

"I do not know a great deal about love, my parents died long before I turned an age to have memories of them. I grew up roaming the lands never having a home and I cannot claim to know what love even is... but I care for you, a great deal more than I probably should, and if you would like to title that love. Then I suppose I love you too Flanna."