It’s in his kiss
A Drabble Games fic requested by @eclairer-le-ciel, featuring Kili
10: “You should’ve told me.”
11: “I can help you.”
Based on “Imagine Kili teaching you how to kiss” from ImaginexHobbit.
You weren’t nearly finished moping when Kili strolled, cheerfully munching an apple, onto the terrace you had chosen as your hiding place.
“I was wondering where you’d disappeared to,” he mumbled through a mouthful. “Big day, eh? Are you excited?”
A closer look at your woeful face brought him up short.
He tossed the apple’s core out into the air to plummet, smaller and smaller, to the valley floor below before leaning on his elbows on the balustrade beside you.
“I’m sure everything will be fine,” he said encouragingly.
“Easy for you to say,” you lamented. “No one’s trying to marry you off.”
He snorted with laughter. “Please. You know my mother.”
“Fair enough,” you couldn’t help but chuckle, though you quickly sobered again. “Kili, what if I don’t like Durgrim?”
“Then you refuse the match,” he said matter-of-factly. “You know the choice is yours.”
“I know,” you fretted. “But it still feels like I’d be letting everyone down. His father is one of the greatest lords in the Iron Hills, after all.”
“So what?” Kili shrugged. “You’re the one who has to live with him for the next two hundred-odd years. Follow your heart and do what makes you happy.”
“You’re right,” you sighed. “And of course, it’s entirely possible that he might not like me, and all my worrying will have been for naught.”
“He’s a fool if he doesn’t,” Kili said loyally, and you nudged his shoulder with yours in affectionate thanks.