Fili x Reader: Insecure
(Wow, sorry for the big gif! I’m running out of good Fili gifs to use for imagines/one-shots… Btw gif is not mine!)
Request: Where reader is crippled and is in courting relationship with Fili.
(Author’s Note: Credit to the lovely person who made this amazing request! I must say that I’ve never written anything like this before, and I was all over the place with emotion! Giggling, crying, etc… It was definitely an experience! I hope you like it!)
A pleasant hum escaped your lips as familiar fingers ran through your hair. Fili sat behind you, gently separating the strands into sections for braiding. The two of you were enjoying a peaceful afternoon in a sitting room within Erebor. Your eyes fluttered shut as you just enjoyed the feeling of having your hair braided.
The Quest for Erebor had been completed several months ago. Fili and you had been courting since shortly after the Battle of the Five armies. Azog had been defeated, but at a cost. Many of the dwarves returned to the halls of Erebor terribly injured, including Fili, Kili, and Thorin. It was a relief that everyone had survived. Even you had not escaped without wounds of your own. But your injuries had lasting effects…
When Fili asked to braid your hair for the first time as a sign of courtship, you had refused. Deep down you were afraid that he was doing it out of pity over the fact that you could not walk anymore. You feared it was pity, not love, that motivated him. It was heart-breaking because you had cared for him long before the end of the quest. It was somewhere along the journey to Erebor that you realized your feelings. You hoped that that he would return your feelings, but then the battle happened. You suffered an injury from Azog that left you unable to walk. All hopes were dashed. It was life-changing, to say the least. You had been a strong and capable warrior, and now…
But Fili, with help of the rest of the Company, made you realize that he had cared for you long before the battle. Your situation didn’t change how any of them felt about you. It didn’t change who you were. It didn’t change the fact that you had helped to reclaim Erebor. It changed none of those things. And so, you were beyond happy to enter into a courtship with Fili. No doubt your new life in Erebor had been an adjustment. But the Company helped you through it. Fili reminded you every day that your wounds did not end your days as a warrior. Every day you were a fighter.
And yet, you could not dismiss the doubts that came to mind every now and then. How would the people of Erebor feel about their future queen with these…circumstances? Would they even consider you fit to rule?
It was unfortunate that your hair-braiding session had turned from a pleasant experience to something rather anxiety-filled as these thoughts plagued you. Fili finished off the last braid and clipped on a silver bead to hold it together.
“There you are,” he said finally, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of braiding your hair.”
“I should hope not,” you mumbled. “Considering you’re the only one who can.”
He went quiet for a moment, seemingly sensing a change in your tone. A few minutes ago, the two of you had been chatting happily about your day. “Is something wrong, Amralime?”
The nickname always softened you up. And he knew it, too. That dork…
“Nothing,” you replied smoothly, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as you fiddled with the sleeve of your dress. “I just have some things on my mind.”
“Oh, just things.”
A chuckle rumbled from his throat, and he leaned forward slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Really, _________. You can tell me what’s on your mind. Perhaps I can help.”
“Well…” You sighed, mentally debating whether you should bring it up. If you didn’t talk to someone about it, it would surely bother you for some time. And who better to talk to than Fee? “I don’t think I’m fit to be a future queen of Erebor. Not with my situation,” you blurted.
Fili turned his head to look at you with concerned eyes. “We’ve been over this…”
“No, we haven’t. We’ve discussed how my injury doesn’t change the way you feel about me. I know that now, that you and the Company love me no matter what. But I’m worried about the people. They need security. To know that their future queen will be able to handle such a responsibility.”
“________,” he said seriously. “You are more than capable of handling the responsibility. Do you know why?”
“No, please enlighten me.”
“Well,” he paused, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek. “You are smart and clever. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone else who has a witty remark or quip for everything I say.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment. Fili smiled and leaned the other way to kiss your other cheek. “You’re strong and brave. You prove that every day.” And he tipped your chin so your lips met his. “And you care about the people. I’d say you are most definitely qualified for the job. Are you convinced yet?”
“I don’t know,” you said slyly. “I may need just a little more convincing.”
He chuckled again and gave you another kiss. “And now?”
“I am thoroughly convinced.”