And another prompt bites the dust!
This one is for anddante, who provided me with a few amazing prompts but I figured I would start with this one and come back to the other once I catch up with everyone else’s. It’s a bit long. The hardest part of these drabbles is keeping them drabbles. Sigh.
Prompt: Kíli is actually wearing Mithril underneath his chain-mail and Bolg’s mace doesn’t kill him but renders him unconscious. Yet Tauriel still thinks him dead and goes on a killing spree and succeeds in ending Bolg (without being robbed of the glory *cough cough*). So when she drags her battered and bruised body back to the cliff where she thinks Kili’s dead body is lying and cradles him in her arms he weakly opens his eyes and whispers ”Amrâlimê”’, a shy but wondrous smile forming on his lips because no Arkenstone or starlight can outshine the brightness in Tauriel’s eyes as she looks upon him.
(Frankly this prompt might be better written than my drabble, heh)
For Tauriel the world seemed to focus and slow.
Each breath, each terrible beat of her heart, became laborious and never ending as the crude blade jabbed forward and into Kíli. Unprepared for the blow, he took the full, brunt force of it to his midsection.
His sword fell from his hand, slipping through shock numbed fingers and she watched its passage to the frozen ground, transfixed. His dark eyes widened for a moment before finding hers.
Do you think she could have loved me?
The words grew and echoed between them, surrounding her, enveloping her, as the blood drained from his cheeks and a low guttural moan was torn from her very soul and expelled through her parted lips.
She did love him.
I do love him.
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