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thorne-kreizler-fanfiction · 1 day ago

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AWWWWW THIS WAS SO CUTEEEE💝💝💝

It's so precious how the dwarves treat her and the reason for her name at the end killed me!

I also love how in dwarven culture Kíli would be considered ugly, and I was dying to see a conversation abut different cultural beauty canons. "You're beautiful, Kíli!" "Well, not for dwarves. But YOU are beautiful." "Well, not for humans!" Love that!! It shows how stupid beauty canons are sometimes, especially if we let them dictate our self esteem.

It's nice how some things that one would be too ashamed to talk about are suddenly very easy to say out loud when in company of the right person. That's what love is and you wrote it so beautifully! Love is comfort, confidence and peace. That's what I sensed during the conversation!

Ooooh and the "warrior's scars" thing. That was so amazingly written!! I wish I could hang those words in a frame! Now evertime I look myself in the mirror I'll think of Kíli and Dís' words. I love how fanfiction can sometimes get past our screens and come into our everyday lives...

"the older dwarves would refer to the three of you as 'the troublemakers'" I can imagine her throwing oranges towards Balin alongside with Kíli (iykyk)🤣

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I want nothing but that compliment! ("you would make a perfect dwarf")

Fern Flower

This is a comfort fic with Kili and a gender neutral human reader bonding over their insecurities during the Quest.

For @jentaculargums - hope you'll like it! 💙💙💙

Special thanks to @guardianofrivendell for the prompts: blanket and mirror. ***

The surface of the forest lake is still and smooth like a mirror, only stars reflecting in it against the backdrop of the dark evening sky. Like diamonds on black silk. The air is filled with the scent of pines and bonfire smoke. Distant sounds of music and laughter come from behind you, echoing among the trees. After traveling for many days, the dwarves of Thorin’s Company have finally found a perfect place to rest for a few days before continuing their journey to Erebor. You have been traveling with them for a while now, enjoying their company and their lighthearted banter. You felt that special warmth in your heart whenever you sat with them by the fire, that warmth that chased away your loneliness for good. As a human from your world who arrived to Middle Earth, you were still learning how to survive, but the dwarves were always there to help you. Fili gave you one of his knives and taught you how to use it, Dori would always make sure you had an extra blanket when the night came, Bofur was always full of funny stories and Bombur would give you a full bowl of food even if the supplies were scarce.

And then there was Kili. The dark-haired dwarf who always had a smile for you. He and his brother were somehow always around you, helping you with your pony, sitting beside you at meals, joking or planning the next mischief with you. Soon after you joined the company, the older dwarves would refer to the three of you as “the troublemakers”, and you were secretly proud of that nickname, slowly starting to feel like you belonged right there, with that group of dwarves. But Kili was the one who seemed to understand you best, or perhaps it was the other way… or both. Sometimes you caught yourself looking at him, seemingly without any reason, and sometimes you would catch his glance, warm sparks dancing in his coffee-colored eyes. It felt as if you could understand each other without words, and perhaps that was why none of us had ever spoken about this bond that seemed to bloom between you.

But now your eyes are drifting to the sky above you and then to the glittering surface of the lake. You lower your gaze and see your own reflection in the water. You stretch your lips in a smile, but the happiness never reaches your eyes.

“I see you’re admiring a beautiful view,” you hear a familiar voice and quickly turn around.

“Kili!” you exclaim. “What are you doing here?”

“I got bored listening to Gloin talking about little Gimli,” he groans theatrically, “so I figured I could torment you instead.”

You chuckle, “Well, there goes my evening. Are you going to tell me that story about how you nicked some apples from that farmer who had large, angry dogs for the umpteenth time?”

“Not at all! I was planning to tell you that story about apples, the farmer, his dogs AND uncle Thorin being very cross with me and Fili for a week afterwards!” Kili grins.

“Your uncle Thorin is very cross at you now for scaring poor Bilbo, so I can imagine that part of the story very well!”

You laugh together and you are sure Kili is about to continue the banter when he speaks with a serious tone in his voice, “Are you okay, Fern? You have been away from us for some time now.” Fern. That’s how the dwarves decided to call you when they first found you in the forest, sleeping among lush, green ferns. Somehow you’ve grown to like your new name, it was definitely more fitting to the new world you found yourself in than your regular modern name.

“I needed some time on my own. It’s really beautiful here. And the silence… we don’t have that kind of silence in my world,” you say, thinking about the ever-present noise of cars, trains, lawnmowers and other machines. There were things and people you dearly missed but that was not one of them.

“Would you mind if I sat here with you for a bit?” Kili steps towards you hesitantly.

“Not at all!” with an inviting gesture, you pat the log you are sitting on. “I thought you came to fetch me.”

“Not really,” he sits down beside you and hangs his head, his dark hair covering his cheeks.

“What is it, Kili?” you turn to him, placing your hand on his forearm and feeling how stiff his muscles are under his shirt, his hand clenched into a fist.

“Nothing, really,” he mutters.

“Come on, Ki, you know I’m there for you.”

He lets out a sigh, but you can’t see his face, still hidden behind the curtain of his hair.

“Fern… Do you… Do you think I’m ugly?” his whispered words drift to your ears on an evening gust of wind.

“You? Ugly? Who on earth said that to you?!” you gasp in disbelief. Kili was many things, cheeky, funny, sometimes a little annoying, but definitely not ugly.

“The boys say… I’m like an elf. B-because of my beard,” he admits.

“What are they talking about? There is nothing wrong with your beard!” you say, and you mean it. You have grown to like that dark shadow of a stubble on his cheeks, as opposed to the heavy, braided beards of his companions.

“It… doesn’t grow as fast as I would like it to,” he sighs again. “What if it never grows longer?”

“Hey, Ki… look at me,” you ask him and, after a moment, he turns his head towards you. His eyes are shining with the reflected light of the stars above you. “I will still like the way you look, no matter if your beard grows or not. You can shave off all the hair from your head, and I will still like you!”

It’s quite dark, but you think you see how his cheeks darken slightly.

Kili clears his throat in embarrassment and soon you see the familiar cheeky sparks in his eyes, “Fern, I’m speechless! Shave my head? That’s an outrageous thing to say to a dwarf!”

“Ah, yes, I remember, you, dwarves, and your hair thing,” you nod. “I wish it was like that in my world.”

“Is it that much different from ours?” he wonders.

“For many people, having hair on your body is considered shameful. Some even think it’s disgusting to have hair on your legs, arms or other places, especially if it’s dark,” you explain with a frown.

“But… but how? It is a natural thing to have hair! That’s the way we are born.” he tilts his head. “Why is it so bad?”

“I have no idea. I just know I’ve been teased about my body too, I know how it hurts,” your hand moves to your forearm, checking whether it’s covered.

Kili’s eyes follow your gesture.

“Is that why you always wear long sleeved tunics and long trousers?”

“Is it that obvious?” you grunt, trying not to think of the shaving razor you left at home.

“Hey, I get it, I always wear too wide tunics to look more... bulky. My grandmother keeps saying I’m too thin for a dwarf,” Kili gives you a shy smile. “She says no dwarf-maid will like me…”

“And my grandmother says I’m too chubby for a human!” you smile back at him. Somehow, instead of feeling ashamed by the way your body looks, larger than the bodies of supermodels on the covers of the fashion magazines, you start feeling more at ease.

“You humans are weird. The way you look, you would make a perfect dwarf! If we were in Ered Luin now, both dwarven men and women would say you’re pleasing to the eye!”

“It’s because they haven’t seen my stretch marks. They are ugly,” you hear yourself say and wonder at how easy it is to talk with Kili about those things. Perhaps there is something in the evening air, something in the darkness that shrouds you both like a comfortable blanket, that makes confiding in each other so easy.

“What are stretch marks ?” he frowns, not understanding.

“You don’t know? You get them for example when you are young and your body grows quickly. Or when you are a pregnant woman,” you say, surprised at his words.

“Ah! You mean warrior’s scars !”

“ Warrior’s scars? ” Now you don’t understand what he means.

“We call them this way out of respect. Each of us has many battles to fight. Warriors go to a battlefield, mothers give life, our bodies change as we grow… Those marks on our skin are like letters on a parchment, telling the stories of our lives. That’s what Mother says,” Kili offers.

“Your mother sounds like a wise woman,” you nod.

“And she is right. It is a thing to be proud of, not ashamed of! Have I mentioned you humans are so weird?” he winks at you cheekily.

“And you dwarves are not, I imagine? With all those beards so long that you have to tuck them into your belts? And those braids! It takes forever to braid them! I’m still amazed by the fact that Fili can eat anything without drowning his moustache braids into a stew or eating them by mistake.”

“He keeps those braids because he’s a showoff,” Kili chuckles. Hearing his laughter makes your heart feel lighter. Friendly banter is what you’ve grown to like in the company of dwarves, and especially when it’s him you’re teasing with.

“And you’re not? You take ages washing and combing your hair!” you retort.

“Well, it’s not like my hair is as naturally beautiful as yours, Fern! I have to work hard to look the way I do!” He gives you a grin.

“Flattery will get you nowhere!”

“What a shame, I thought we could switch our guard duties. You know how much I hate waking up before dawn,” he makes puppy eyes at you.

“You hate waking up in general! I’m not taking your shift!” you giggle and then an idea strikes you. “But we can bribe Bofur to do it if you have some spare pipe weed…”

“I don’t,” Kili sighs sadly. “But I know who does!”

“Who is it?”

“My dearest brother…” a mischievous grin appears on his face and it’s all you need. It doesn’t take you long to come up with a convoluted plan on how to distract Fili and snatch some of his pipe weed supply.

“That’s great, Fern! It has to work. You’re a treasure,” Kili nudges you with his arm, flashing his white teeth at you. “I’m so glad we found you!”

“You better, because you’re stuck with me now,” you can’t stop yourself from sniggering.

“It’s good, because…,” he pauses and asks you suddenly, “Do you know why we called you Fern ?”

You whisper, “Because of the place you’ve found me at?”

He shakes his head and moves towards you a bit, looking deeply into your eyes.

“We, dwarves, have this legend about a fern flower. They say that it blooms once a year, on the eve of the summer solstice. The person who finds it will have wealth and fortune for the rest of their life,” he takes a deep breath. Something in his gaze softens as he gently presses his forehead against yours and whispers five words.

“You are our fern flower.”

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