Summary: You and Fili are clearly in love. Everyone knows…except for you two.
(Not my gif)
Your fascination with the stars was almost enough to rival that of the elves. As you sat in the grass a few metres away from the company’s campfire with your knees held against your chest, a small smile allowed itself to play about your lips. Chances to relax were few and far between on the quest to take back Erebor, and you certainly weren’t going to waste this one, choosing to stare up at the twinkling constellations scattered across the velvety black sky rather than joke and sing with the company. “I saved this for you. Bombur was going to eat it.” You were caught off guard as Fili sat down beside you, crossing his legs and handing you a bowl of stew, still warm. You smiled shyly. “Thank you,” you said quietly, starting to eat. “How come you weren’t sitting with the rest of us? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” You paused to finish your mouthful of stew before speaking. “I like watching the stars. It helps me relax. Which I now realise sounds very pathetic,” you added, covering your face in embarrassment. Fili chuckled, moving your hands away gently. “It’s not pathetic. Everyone is drawn to their beauty,” he told you. You felt your cheeks burning scarlet at the close proximity between the two of you, his hands still holding your wrists. You were grateful for the poor lighting, and that he couldn’t see you blushing. He seemed to snap out of a reverie, dropping your wrists quickly and clearing his throat. “Anyway, I just thought you might be hungry.” You smiled softly as he stumbled over his words. His shyness was just one of the things you loved about him. Another one being his kindness. And his good looks. And his eyes and- “(Y/N)?” You blinked rapidly as Fili waved his hand in front of your face, interrupting your daydream. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked, mortified that you’d been caught daydreaming. “I was saying you should probably come join us by the fire. I don’t-I mean, we don’t want you getting cold,” he corrected himself hastily. He was grateful for the poor lighting that prevented you seeing him blush.
“Get to sleep. We’ve a long day ahead of us tomorrow. (Y/N), Fili, take the first watch,” ordered Thorin. You nodded absentmindedly, biting your lip. Sitting up with Fili for hours was not going to end well, you were certain to embarrass yourself. Unknown to you, the very dwarf you were worrying about was facing the same trouble as you. “I can’t do this, Kee. I’ll mess things up,” Fili hissed. Kili grinned. “No you won’t! No brother of mine could ever be bad at getting girls.” “You’re not helping.” “Sure I am! Just tell her how much you love her, and that you want her to bear your children.” “KILI!” “Kili, get to sleep and leave your brother alone. He’s young and in love, his mind is troubled enough,” Bofur teased, rolling out his sleeping bag. Fili groaned, holding his head in his hands. “Fili? Are you alright?” you called across the dying fire. He looked up quickly at the sound of your voice, the voice that he loved so much, and his mouth hung open slightly. He’d had a response ready, but all thoughts and words had left his mind at the sight of you. The dying glow of the embers caressed your face, your usually pretty features now beautiful, the firelight dancing in your eyes and bouncing off your soft hair. His jaw hung open uselessly, and he was vaguely aware of Kili chuckling behind him. “He’s fine!” called Kili, still grinning. “He saw something he liked and got distracted.” You watched in confusion as Fili clapped a hand over his brother’s smirking mouth, and what looked like a blush dusted across his cheeks. You shook your head slightly; it was probably just a trick of the light. You sat down on a log by the fire, rubbing your hands together in an effort to warm them up. A few moments later, Fili joined you. The two of you sat in awkward silence, both wracking your brains for something to say. “Are you cold?” Fili asked eventually, noticing you shiver. You cursed yourself mentally; now you just looked weak to him. “A little,” you admitted. “I’m fine though.” He chuckled, holding his open hands out to you questioningly. “May I?” he asked, nodding to your hands. Unable to form words, you nodded slightly. He took your hands, which were considerably smaller than his despite you being a human, in his own, rubbing them gently and blowing warm air onto them. You found yourself staring at his face while he did all this, the corners of your lips twitching slightly in a tiny smile. The expression of concentration on his face was beautiful, his brow furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking out from between his chapped lips. His golden hair kept falling over his eyes, and he kept tossing his head slightly to fix it. You would have fixed it yourself, if he wasn’t holding your hands in his own, and if you weren’t enjoying it so much. You were suddenly aware that he’d stopped rubbing your hands, and that his clear blue eyes were staring back into yours. You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks flaring red. You fought the urge to sigh in annoyance; there you went again with the blushing. Fili glanced briefly down at your lips, his eyes finding yours again as if asking for permission. You gave a tiny nod, holding your breath. He leaned in agonisingly slowly, pressing his lips cautiously to yours. The cool metal of the beads on the braids of his moustache tickled you a little, but it wasn’t unpleasant. One of his hands still held yours, the other moving to hold your neck gently and pull you closer. You obliged, cupping his warm cheek with your free hand. You pulled away reluctantly, needing to breathe. Fili’s eyes found yours once more, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still holding your neck gently. “I suppose this would be a good time to tell you how in love with you I am?” he joked, and you smiled softly. “Probably,” you answered. “For now though, just kiss me.”
Fíli, Son of Dis, Daughter of Thrain, Son of Thror - King under the Mountain
Set years after the battle of five armies, which miraculously the whole Company survived and after the long reign of Thorin Oakenshield, who stepped down after he restored the kingdom of Erebor to its former beauty.