I Now Pronounce You... [Flanna]

He watched her, dark eyes intent, memorizing her every movement. She was so beautiful and he was so entirely captivated by her, even as she first stirred her eyes blinking owlishly to fight back the sleep had his heart skipping a beat. He was dwarf not some pansy elf and yet, he was about to go skipping through meadows singing songs of love and ballads of days gone by, he refrained himself from snorting. God help him this woman was fast becoming his life and that would be tough to explain to Thorin. He sighed softly, he supposed she was just have to get used to being a giant among dwarves, he would slay any of them who dare harm her. He squeezed her just a bit tighter as she fully roused from her slumber.

"I did not think it possible for someone not to love me so." He smiled at her playfully, laughter dancing in the darkness of his eyes, sure he loved her and all of that other sappy nonsense but he wasn't about to go shouting love ballads to the sky just because he loved her. For some unknown reason she loved him in spite of all of his odd quirks and she was simply have to grow used to his never-ending witty one-liners. He would not change who he was for anyone. This remarkable woman included.

"Thank you my lady... it is good to know that I am good with my tools." He winked at her knowingly, chuckling as he rose to sit up. It would do neither of them any good to lounge around all day, no matter how much he wished to never leave her side. With a quick kiss, he was gone from the bed and tugging on his clothing, one article at a time. "Why don't you go back to bed my love, I'll fix you breakfast." he kissed her on the forehead quick and fast, vanishing from her bedroom. He needed to get her house finished too, it was nearing completion but he had to pause to craft her ring, and of course to wed her. It still needed a few walls and furnishings, all of which he planned to craft himself. he wouldn't let her see it until it was completed though.

Kili reluctantly left his new brides side, he was sore in places he did not know he could be as he strutted off to the kitchen to fetch her some breakfast. They had spent a vast majority of the night tangled amongst one another, the first time, her first time had been exploratory, strangers learning new territory, he mapped out her body and she grew accustomed to such strange sensations, but now she had grown bolder, no longer shy and timid, she challenged him. She explored his own body with gentle touches and soft caresses and he had to fight the urge to abandon breakfast entirely and return to her side. He wisely, fought the urge down, they did actually require sustenance to continue other activities no matter how much he would have liked to deny such a statement. So with a soft sigh and a grumble, he set to work on getting a few eggs going, he couldn't cook like Bombur but he could manage an egg or two.

His thoughts wandered to the woman that lay sprawled across his bed, somehow, someway, he would have to figure out how to take her back with him to middle earth, but he was nervous. Nervous that his people would not accept her, that she wouldn't feel comfortable living among caverns in the ground, and if she didn't... he would have to choose between them, and no matter what route he took, it would kill him. He loved her and without her he was scared to find what would be left of his emotions and his heart, but his loyalties and his love for his family and his kin was strong, and pumped through him with every beat of his heart. He have to find a way to marry the two. He had no other options. A knock at the door made him jump and at her call, he quickly pulled it open.

"Letter for one... Flanna?" The poor boy looked like a frightened rabbit and Kili quickly let the seriousness drop from his face and a warm smile cover it up, the boy relaxed slightly but as soon as Kili took the letter, the boy darted away like the devil himself was on his heels. He frowned at the bizarre behavior but quickly realized his eggs were about to burn. Jogging back to her room, he tossed her the still sealed envelope with a smile.

"Here love this is for you." Kili darted back to the kitchen, sliding the eggs from the pan and onto a small plate, just in the nick of time! He wasn't completely useless in a kitchen after all! Take that Fili! Grinning and a bit proud of himself, he headed towards the back to his lady love.

If there was one thing Kili floundered and failed at, it was dealing with sadness, depression, emotions of the negative ranging in those categories. Kili was the prankster, the dwarf always laughing and cracking jokes at the absolute worst of times. He, and his kin had been plagued by one sadness after another. A never-ending vicious cycle of disappointments, Kili had always attempted to lift spirits. Cracking jokes, telling stories, laughing and giggling away his own sorrows. He didn't handle depression well, nor did he know how to comfort anyone who was upset. He was utterly useless when it came to such things, because the tenderness and understanding that he should have learned from his parents, was simply never taught and so he had learned to laugh until the pain faded to a dull throb in the background. He could not handle sadness. He could make one laugh, but comforting was beyond Kili's skill set.

When his wife screamed, all logical thought left Kili's brain, breakfast crashed to the floor with little care and the carefree dwarf was gone and in its place the fearsome warrior who had seen too many battles had faced too many foes, and before she could utter another breath, Kili was at her side, sword unsheathed and weapons drawn, ready to kill whatever dare lay claim over her. His eyes scanned her small bedroom seeing no foe and no enemy, so why had she screamed? He kept the sword at hand and approached her slowly, she was border-lining hysterical and he knew not what ailed her. Scenarios raced through his brain but none of them seemed to fit. Was she ill? Wounded? Had something attacked her? A quick glance to the window revealed... nothing.

"Flanna... love... what's wrong?" Kili glanced at the parchment that she was gripping so terribly tight her knuckles had gone white and his eyes quickly scanned the first two lines and his heart sunk, his fingers losing their grip on his blade. He crawled up beside her, pulling her into his chest as delicately as he could, letting her vent and letting her cry, it wounded him, terribly so to see her so upset, but there was naught that he could do. "My love... I am so sorry..." It was the best he could dream up to say, no words would bring her brother back, no whispers of love would curb her pain.

Kili was absolutely powerless, he had never before in his life felt so utterly useless, he could do nothing to uplift her spirits, words, his greatest strength, now failed him. He knew nothing of comfort, nothing save for silly stories of days gone by and he had a feeling such things were not for her at this stage of grief. There was no foe he could exact his revenge on for her. "Highwaymen" did little but tell him it was a bastard who had done something so foul. He could not save her from her own miseries and her own grief. That was not a foe he could slay, no matter how much he wished her pain to be his own. His heart bled for her, and he knew not how to make it better, so...he held her tighter, at least offering her his warmth should she need it.

"Shhh...Flanna. Stay your words. They are unnecessary. I love you as well and I will stay as long as you have need of me." He murmured against the frizz of her hair, speaking in the lowest of tones that he possibly could. He wished he had watched more interactions as to how parents handled children who suffered from disappointments how his fellow kin had held each other together during times of war and turmoil, but he had been so focused on his uncle, making sure he made Thorin smile and on rare occasion smile, he had paid no heed to how they comforted one another, and he wished now that he had.

He hummed into her hair, remembering an old lullaby that Thorin used to hum to he and Fili when they could not sleep at night. It was sad and somber, but it was the only one he knew and it possessed no lyrics, or if it had Thorin had not spoken them. It had been comforting to him as a child and he hoped it would do the same to her. So utterly helpless he played the fool here, unsure of what to do, but trying with what limited knowledge he possessed. Speaking of his own brother would do her no quarter and so he held her, tightly, letting her know he was still there and humming softly into her hair.

Kili held her for hours, each and every one of her sobs chipping away at his heart. He hated this feeling, this helplessness, knowing there was nothing he could do for her. Her cries destroyed him, her tears cracking him further than any troll ever could. He felt so utterly horrible for her and there was nothing he could do. He stroked her hair, squeezed her close, hummed ever so softly, rocked her back and forth but nothing stilled her cries and nothing eased her pain. Hours, minutes, days? Her heartache destroyed him. Eventually her sobbing slowly quieted, her tears slowly ceased and she felt silent, limp and heavy in his embrace. Gently, as to not disturb her, he laid her down, as gently and as softly as he could. He covered her quivering form in thick, heavy blankets and left her to sleep, he needed to think if he was to be any good to her.

Trailing off to the kitchen, his hands shook as he dug out the brandy in her cabinet, he did not wish to be drunk, just enough to steady his frayed nerves. One tall glass and he returned to the bedroom, one of her dining room chairs in hand. He sat beside the bed keeping a watchful vigil over her as she slumbered. He chugged the brandy in heady gulps. He had never met Carson, but she talked of him, spoke of his cunning and his loyalties too her time and time again. He was, according to her, the ideal elder brother, and her best friend. She would be sorrowful for some time, and despite the fact that Kili knew not even the look of his face, something about his sudden death had hit home with Kili and his thoughts ventured to Fili.

He had not seen his own brother in many an age now. Had he defeated Smaug? Had the rest of his brethren carried on despite the absence of both himself and Thorin? Was his brother alive and well? Had the dragon ended his life. Kili's hand quivered at the thought of loosing Fili. He was nothing... nothing without Fili. It had been predicted they would die together on some forlorn battlefield, fighting some dreadful go, joined at the hip, Fili did not go where Kili was not and vice versa. Fili was Kili's other half, you could not survive with only half a soul, he was sure of it, he would have felt it if Fili had met his end, his heart would have sang sorrows untold. He snapped from his dismal thought as his lady finally stirred. He placed his hand over her own and resumed his humming, letting her know he was still there.

She commanded him and he obeyed without question. He placed the now empty glass beside the bedside table and crawled into her bed beside her, tugging her to fit snugly beneath his chin and trailing his calloused fingers through her hair and letting the scent of her calm him. He could not dwell on such things when she needed him so.

"I'm right here Flanna... I'm not going anywhere."

Kili could not imagine the pain of loosing someone so dear to his, and in his selfishness he did not wish to try, Thorin and Fili, and now of course Flanna held such a strong place in his heart he could not imagine life without one of them. He could not imagine the utter pain he would feel at loosing one of them. They were his pillars of strength, his only family, and he would die defending them if need be. It would require no hesitation, no second guessing himself, it would be done without logical thought, only the need, the fierce desire to spare himself from loosing someone so dear. He was so very, very selfish. But he did not know if he could handle the agony his Flanna took so heavy to heart right now, he did not think himself strong enough and so he fought with every fiber in his being to be that pillar of strength she needed him to be now.

"No... but I know how much you mean to me my dearest, darling Flanna, and I know how much it bleeds my heart to see your sorrow. I would trade my very life if it would take your pains away." He muttered into her hair, still stroking her unruly hair in an effort to calm her. Her next words confused him, what did she wish of him? She knew better than to shy from her now. He would bring her anything her heart desired, gems, clothing, comfort food... the highway mans head. He would find the scoundrel and kill him for what he had done, regardless of her wishes. He had slaughtered her precious brother and had inadvertantly caused his beloved pain. No one harmed Kili's family. No one.

"What do you want love? You need only ask and it shall be yours."

(((OOC: Sorry for the utter shortness but Kili had no amazing dream ;_;)))