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You’ve got a chip on your shoulder girl,
And by god it’ll bring you down...
Kíli blinked at her uncle. "You can't be serious." She exclaimed, running a hand through her hair.
"I am Kíli."
"I won't do it!"
"It is not your choice to make niece."
"I refuse to be whored out to someone whose twice your age!"
The next moments happened very quickly, Kíli felt the backhand more than saw it.
"You will do your duty to your people! Or so help me I will banish you from the Blue Mountains!” Thorin roared, heartbroken. He cared for his sister’s children as if they were his own, but he was king and he had to do anything to ensure their safety. Even sending his niece away from them all...
Later that night, Kíli clung to her older brother in his bed, sobbing harder than she’d ever done before or would ever allow herself to do again.
Fíli ran his hands down her back and through her dark brown hair, trying to reassure her.
“It’ll be alright...”
“It won’t be alright Fee! I’ll be made to leave, I’ll have to leave you and I can’t bear that!” Kíli argued, tears spilling down her cheeks. Fíli quickly rubbed the tears away.
“Please Ûrzudel, help me forget, make our last night memorable.” She begged, gripping his tunic tight.
“Kee I can’t-”
“Please nadadel.”
In the later years, Fíli would remark that night to be ‘bittersweet’. Sweet, because it was simply amazing, but they both knew it could never happen again...
I’ve seen the love in your brother’s eyes
Sister, don’t test the ones you love...