kíli (sonofdurin) wrote in the100, @ 2016-02-13 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, kili (movies), tauriel |
Who: Kili & Tauriel
When: not long after she arrived!
Where: the hospital!
What: SCHMOOPY REUNION TIMES
Rating: They're basically Disney.
Her weapon had long since been dropped. When Tauriel first awoke, the figure - a woman - standing over her was her first target, out of time and place she had no other way to react, and demands were made in Sindarin and were left unheeded… for a moment. She had dropped her weapon the second she saw him. Kili. As if her eyes deceived her. The healer was gone now, and still Tauriel stood, frozen in that spot, staring at him. Once again, she felt her eyes must have deceived her. That this was not possible, to any magic she knew. While there was still life, people could be healed, but she had knelt over that body for hours. Mourning. Crying. Every emotion she had been raised to tuck aside because to elves, it was weak. Only just weeks before she had set out for Eriador. The Blue Mountains. Without prompting, though a not-so-subtle nudge from Balin had sent her in that direction, hoping to locate Kili’s mother and speak with her, inform her of more than simply death notices. And here he was, standing before her. Whispering, finally, in common, she stared him down yet kept her distance, “What magic is this?” The moment he heard she was there, Kili dropped what he was doing and rushed up to the hospital, not caring who saw him or what they thought or who was in his way. Months, he'd been there. Months, without hearing her voice or seeing the way light reflected in her eyes. Having his brother there, however briefly, helped. His uncle's company did too, as did his new friends. None of them were Tauriel, however, no matter how fond of them Kili was. Eyes wide, he stared back at her, rooted to the spot. It was really her. Kili took a few tentative steps forward, slowly as to not scare her. He knew what his future held, and he knew he left her behind. He knew seeing him now must have been like seeing a ghost. "Very powerful magic," he answered, "but I know little beyond that." He looked up at her, incapable of keeping a smile off his face entirely. "I promise you this is real. I'm real." Tauriel braced a hand against the end of the -- she made a brief glance down at the bed and raised an eyebrow. It was like no bed she had ever seen, though this place was like no place she could have imagined. Human made, perhaps, if the healer was any indication, but it was still so… white. Clean. Even with all the confusion, she was unable to keep her eyes off of him for long. Back up, she stared him down, her expression inscrutable, though she let him move closer. He was no wight or ghost, he was breathing, alive, and here. How, she still did not yet know, and he had already confirmed he had no answers. But she was still not too quick to trust. She did not stop him from moving closer, but kept her shoulders tense. “How do I know you tell the truth?” Kili frowned. This was not at all how he'd imagined seeing her again (and he had imagined that, countless times). He'd imagined Tauriel knowing instantly -- shouldn't she? She did love him, didn't she? It wasn't just all in his head? He squared off his shoulders with a touch of pride and stubbornness. Fine, he could prove it. Hopefully. “What did I say to you by the lake, before I left with my brother and the others? If I am who I say I am, then we’re the only ones who would know what I said to you. You said you didn't understand, but I know that's not true. You knew. And I left something with you. As a promise. You remember. You have to remember that.” Kili didn't want to know what he would do if she didn't believe him. He was lost enough as it was. With the memory of the runestone, Tauriel’s eyes filled with tears that did not fall. Her shoulders lost a little of their height, and she pursed her lips looking across at him. Either he told the truth or this magic was incredibly powerful and deceiving, but had this been Kili, he was not the type to lie. Taking a step forward, she quietly reached down into a small pouch on the inside of her overcoat. Pulling out the runestone, she gently palmed it, flipping the dark stone over in her hands before holding it out for him to see. “You did not keep your promise to me.” It was like every emotion she had felt over his death was rising to the top again, including all of the anger she had towards Bolg for his death. “Instead, when you returned, it was to die in my arms, and that is not how I envisioned things.” “I know,” Kili said quietly, casting his eyes at the floor ruefully. Under other circumstances, the knowledge that she'd imagined something - a future with him - would have made his heart soar. Now, it felt like it was struggling to get free, torn between joy over hearing that his feelings were reciprocated and despair over breaking her heart. He couldn't make up for what had happened. He knew that. He couldn't change it, no matter how much he wished he could. Cautiously, he crossed the remaining space until he stood as close to her as he had by the lake, and reached out to cover her hands with his. “I cannot say how sorry I am, how much it…” His chest ached, with a pain he hadn't even known was real until he'd woken up here alone. “I wanted so much more for us. I wanted to see the world with you. I never intended on breaking that promise. I wanted to see you again, more than anything. More than all the gold in the mountain. More than…” Kili sighed heavily. “I'm sorry I left you.” Tauriel looked anywhere but him. Focusing on a white spot on the wall seemed to help her keep her composure, ever so slightly. She had never let herself want things she could not have, but then Tauriel had, at one point, much that should have been impossible for her. A lowly silvan elf never should have made it as high as she did in the guards, but there she was - Captain. It was no more. But she did not regret it. The only regret she had was that she had not seen how cruel and heartless Thranduil had become. And that she had been what caused Kili to drop his guard. When she should have been skilled enough to take down Bolg on her own, and his life would have been spared. “You Dwarves-” She started, when she was sure her voice was going to be even and level. “You are stubborn, and foolish, and full of far too much tenacity. I save your life twice and you throw it away for me.” Finally, she was looking down at him again, full of emotion, hope-- love? “Stupid.” Tauriel was right, he thought. They were reckless and stubborn and foolish and stupid. All of those things were true. How many times had he been told that his own recklessness would get him in trouble? He paid the ultimate price for that, in the end. Kili remembered the anger, most of all, after he'd seen his brother’s lifeless body fall at his feet. He thought of nothing but killing the orcs responsible for that, with little regard for whatever might happen to him. He should have thought to be more careful - but then again, he hadn't been sure he'd see her again. He'd hoped, but… in battle, his mind had been full of other things, too. Reluctantly, he released her hands and stepped back, missing the way she was looking at him. “I lost my brother,” he answered, almost helplessly, “and you… I didn't know you'd come back, and we had no time, I was trapped --” Her anger hurt more than he'd expected, though he knew he deserved it. “I was stupid, I know. Everyone says so.” Before he could step away fully, Tauriel clutched at his arm, not ready to let him get that far away from her just yet. It was a telling move, that perhaps her feelings and anger and annoyance were not as strong as her words had said. Blowing out a breath softly, Tauriel gazed down at Kili with a look full of affection, “You are stubborn, reckless and prone to stupidity, but,” she stepped forward to the spot he had been standing before he moved away. “It is all of those things that has gained my admiration for you.” Admiration. A fitting word, but if Kili had left her sight and did not return - if this was some skewed version of the Undying lands or any number of horrible things to rip them apart again, she would not do it with that word being the last on her lips. Tauriel closed her eyes for a brief moment, a whisper on her lips as she held the runestone out to his hand, “Amrâlimê.” Eyes wide, Kili looked from her hand on his arm to her face. At first, he was afraid of what she was going to say, and then, as realization hit, he felt his heart swell with love and affection. He tried to keep it all inside, and to not be too proud that he’d managed to worm his way into her life, but he couldn’t help the bright smile he gave her. He wanted to tell the world. He wanted to shout it like Sera had told him to. “I knew you understood.” Kili looked up at her with the same sort of playful and awe-struck expression he gave her while he was still her prisoner, and gently plucked the runestone from her hand. He ran his thumb over the etching, like he used to do every night, as if touching it might send a message to his mother that he was still well. He only held onto it for a moment, though, and then he gave it back. “Keep it. I have very little to give beyond my heart, which has been yours since you saved me from the spiders. The months I have spent here have not changed how I feel.“ Tauriel’s first instinct was to scoff and roll her eyes slightly, which she did, but stopped herself before she got past anything other than a playful expression. She didn’t take him especially serious very often, and yes, she had known exactly what he’d said, but there was a time and place, and they had been in exactly the wrong place for that sort of confession. “I’d intended to bring it to your mother,” she started out, half-tempted to shove it right back into his hand. It had been a comfort over the last weeks, the stone, but now that he was here, it felt like it was no longer hers to have. “But it is yours. If you are here - for months, though I do not yet know how - then you have fulfilled your promise to me.” Her hand drifted up to brush against the stubble on his cheek, with the most delicate of touches. “That is all I need.” Kili’s eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, and he leaned into her hand a little, savoring the touch. He’d been surviving on memories for so long, and those were few and far between. She’d been so tentative every time they’d been near each other before that he didn’t have much to hold him over. There had always been others around: other dwarves, Bard’s children, Legolas. If he’d known how little time they’d truly have, Kili wouldn’t have held back. Now, Kili didn’t care who was nearby. He wasn’t going to let anyone stand in the way. He thought of his mother, briefly, and hoped that she would be happy for him. He hoped she would have liked Tauriel; he knew she would have appreciated the gesture, no matter how much of a surprise it was. He didn’t understand how either of them were there, but the how held little importance to him. She was there. That was enough. “Do you promise not to hold any more healers hostage?” he asked, teasing her. “We ought to let them tell you where you’ll be staying, and then I can show you around. There’s a tavern! My friends will be there. You’ll like them.” He paused, the excitement on his face fading as he thought about having to face his uncle. “My uncle’s here as well. You should know that.” As soon as the moment was there, it was passing, as she brushed one finger against his cheek again but dropped her hand away before she could make a complete fool of herself. This time, there was no Legolas behind her demanding her attention, or a situation that was far bigger than them that required her aid. But there was still part of her that was apprehensive, for all the rest of her that was prone to making rash decisions. “No,” the answer was calmly given, but she quirked an eyebrow just barely to show she was probably not serious. If they were peaceful, they would be left alone, but for now, she had no reason to trust most of the people here, even if Kili was already rambling on about his friends. “Your uncle?” Tauriel asked, that eyebrow going up a little higher. She really had no concern for Thorin Oakenshield, but she knew the anger he held in him. Still, he had been dead and his anger and bitterness buried with him, deeply set into stone and she was left with no reason to be concerned over what anyone thought of her. Now, if he lived the same as Kili did, she knew that their paths would cross. “I am-” A brief pause, while she tilted her head and tried to play nice. “-glad to hear that. It is of no consequence to me, and I will be well, I assure you.” He'd been glad, too, before. Each time Thorin had arrived, he'd been glad. He still was. Knowing what was to come, Kili did not want to waste what little time he had with anger. Thorin had already left him several times. There was no telling how long he would stay this time, or if he would ever return again. What Kili really wanted was to have the life here that was cut short in their own world. He wanted to have his family -- that included Tauriel -- together. It was likely too far-fetched of a dream to be possible, but that was what he wanted. "He will…" Kili hesitated. He was sure that his uncle would have many things to say, but Kili had made his mind long ago. "It does not matter what he says. I will not change my mind." Tauriel did not particularly care what the King under the Mountain had to say. She knew none of it would be pleasant, and she was not the sort to plead for dignity from the prideful. She did not deny that Thranduil was wrong in all that he had been, he was a changed King to the one that had taken her in when her parents had died, and had since made many mistakes due to his pride and lack of compassion. But in some ways, the Dwarf king was no different. It was a fight she would not drag Kili into, however. He was too full of love to be wrought into another battle that no one would win. So Tauriel merely nodded, hair waving around her shoulders. Reaching down, she took his hand in hers. “Come, show me this place and stay my hand from taking more hostages.” |