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five times kissed because yolo and family time man

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

ONE.

( they think him dying, all pale and shaking, hîr standing off to the side with a horrified look on his face and his little brother's blood staining his hands. it had just been a dare. a stupid, damn dare.

jump, tín! jump, you big baby!

and so he had, if only to prove he was unafraid. seregon had just watched, uninterested -- right up until a five year old's screams filled the air, his legs a tangled mess under him. both broken, oin says, after a twenty year old serg comes back with the old healer, face grim.

frerin leans up and kisses his forehead before they carry him off - a quiet whisper of 'well, he can't call you a coward anymore!' sending him off. )

TWO.

( at ten, he watches his cousin be given the prince's crown. the heir's crown. kili brings his wife and children before the throne, bowing low to the king with a serious look on his face, and each of them follow the movement suit; as instructed, each of them approach the throne and kiss the hand of the new heir. seregon mostly stifles a laugh as he does so, but tínu takes it all very seriously.

he doesn't flinch or blank, holding frerin's hand with both of his own, trying to hide the shake as his lips grace the ring. )

THREE.

( tinu is near twenty when his cousin and brothers get him drunk, steal him away into dale, and board him up in a tavern on the farthest side of the city. the barmaids laugh at him stumbling on top of a table, belting out the loudest, crudest, most dwarven songs he knows, his brothers laughing at him and frerin throwing food at his head in an attempt to upset his balance.

when he finally comes down, at the behest of two rather lovely serving ladies, he grins sloppily and his cousin kisses the top of his head, arm wrapping around tinu's neck for a headlock.

look at you, little boy! a right wee charmer and no mistake! )

FOUR.

( his sister is dead. her body, cold in his arms, lays across his knees and shakes with the sheer force of his shoulders as he wails into the fur of her coat. such grief. such sorrow. curse every orc, every unknown evil, sauron and all of the fallen wizard's forces, curse this world, curse her for being stupid and thinking she could take on an entire army! curse frerin for not being fast enough.

tínu does not register the hand on his shoulder, not the mouth dropping kisses on the top of his head, his forehead, his cheeks. he does not think of gentle hands prying him from the rock and ruin, from his sister, as he kicks and screams. he'll not leave her. not once, not ever. how could he? he had sworn to protect her --

i promised my mother i would return to her. i keep my promises.

he had promised to keep his sister safe. he had failed. )

FIVE.

( farewell, cousin. we will see one another again.

those are frerin's parting words as tínu climbs up onto his horse, a nod to the king and to his parents and brothers. hîr is already trotting down the slope of the mountain, having no time for goodbyes, eager to get to rivendell as soon as able.

his mother cries. she has lost a child, and now two more are running away. they all understand, truly, but still it hurts to see such a cold face to his big brother. hîr had never been one for kindness, but he had never been cruel. mir's death hit him the hardest.

frerin clasped his hand and kissed the back of it, much as tínu had near thirty years ago. so strange it seemed to be leaving this place. even going to gondor had not felt as daunting, and that had been potentially to his death. this was simply escorting his brother and heading on to the blue mountains.

tínu clapped his cousin on the shoulder and nodded. )

SOON, MY lord. Soon.

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