princesscupcake | And When He Saw Her Raised for the Slaughter, Abraham's Daughter Raised Her Bow

[Tauriel seems highly amused by Kili's affections and Fili's strategies, and she grins at the elder of the two over the younger's shoulder.]

Do I need to keep you from fidgeting while Fili takes care of your hair? Will I need to provide a distraction?

[From her tone, she has ideas on how to do that.]

[Kili huffs up at his brother.]

What's wrong with me now?

[He smiles at Tauriel and blows her a kiss.]

Couldn't go wrong.

[What's wrong with Kili now? They could be risking their limbs, every time they get too close to these tangles.

There's nothing actually wrong with Kili at all, if Tauriel isn't put off by any dried slobber or morning breath. Rather than making something up, Fili just gives his brother a look that should convey everything (probably too late, so that it ends up directed at the tip of Kili's ear) before he ventures on. The first stroke of the brush glides through dark strands. The second snags.

For Tauriel, there's a nod.]

This may take longer than last time.

Of course any distraction I might provide may equally distract Fili as well.

[They're an impish cast to her features as she half turns in her reclining position, and as limber as a cat, tugs her sleep tunic off. Turning back, she leans back once more, and letting the long length of her hair drape across her torso and keep her body from fully being in view.]

Are you sure the both of you wouldn't prefer a lady a little shorter, more buxom, and hirsute?

[Kili winces as the brush snags, giving his brother an irritated look. It quickly disappears as Tauriel sheds her clothes, graceful and lithe and beautiful, and the younger dwarf swallows, mouth slightly open as he stares.]

...Very sure.

[Consider Fili distracted. He pauses, the brush behind Kili's ear, gaze flicking to Tauriel's hair. Then, peering at Kili from the side, he chuckles.]

Completely sure.

[He's never seen Kili look at anyone the way he looks at Tauriel; her size or her shape or the lack of hair on her chin don't matter. It goes much deeper. And she is beautiful, a treat to watch with her daggers in hand.

Most importantly, without her, they would have lost Kili that night in Lake-town. Fili doubts that there is anyone else out there who would be as right a fit for his brother, despite the complicated parts of what she is.]

[There is no lack of wonderment in Tauriel's mind and heart regarding Kili and Fili. With Kili the attraction had been instant, but time spent with Fili had given time for her feelings to grow. She loves them both, and it pains her to see them question the measure of it for either them.]

I think that I will keep you distracted from the pull of the brush until Fili is finished, and then I shall do the same for him while you take care of that great mane of his.

[She slides closer to Kili, draping herself next to him and leaning close so her body's pressed to his. Tilting his chin up, she slides her mouth along that scruffy jaw of his, leaving kisses, making it easier for Fili to tend to his hair. The elder brother is favored with a smile that is also a promise. He does not escape her notice, before her attention returns to Kili.]

[Sometimes it seems so strange, the bond holding all three of them together. Kili's always loved his brother, but he hadn't realized how deep that had ran until he and Tauriel had agreed to bring Fili into the bedroom too. And now there's this strange sort of sharing going on between them.

Honestly? Kili couldn't be happier. He's in love with Tauriel and he gets to keep his affections for his brother alive at the same time.]

I think I like the sound of that.

[A faint shiver runs down his spine as Tauriel presses close to him, and his eyes flutter closed as she gets to work with her distracting.]

[Teamwork at its best. Fili has to smile, too. His conscience could ~~rain on everyone's parade~~ pipe up, but right now, there are things that require his full attention to get back to.

With Kili probably only too happy to draw this out for as long as he can, Fili picks up the brush again, slowly working his way through his task.]

[Tauriel curls her slender fingers around Kili's hand, flexing her longer ones against his. With a chuckle, she presses kisses to the fingers of each pad, and gives each one a little suckle. Her expression is merry, delighted even, as she watches his face.]

[Kili's eyes widen as he watches her, licking his lips. Fili dragging the brush through his hair is only a minor distraction from Tauriel's actions.]

[Fili will do his brother a favour, then, and keep this up longer than Kili's hair really needs and even start from the top when he finishes. Tauriel's efforts might be too effective, though. Fili isn't unaffected himself.]

I suppose you need to keep still while Fili tends to your hair. That's unfortunate.

[She presses a kiss to each of Kili's palms.]

Now where do you think these should go?

Must I?

[So rude. Kili looks at her balefully, at least until she kisses his palms and poses that question.]

...I can think of plenty of places on you.

[She leans toward Kili, her hair falling forward to frame her face on other side of her cheeks.

Fili is by no means disregarded. She is aware of the flares of - should she call it jealousy? - discordance between the two over her affections that both keep in check, but she finds herself to care for one without the other. And if Kili is her moon, then Fili is her sun. And the sun's rise is inevitable. For this moment, though...]

Show me.

Just your head, Kili.

[Which leaves any other part of Kili free to move as it wishes. And if need be, Fili can follow him around.

But there is only so much brushing and re-brushing to do, and so, when it gets to the point that the brush moves through Kili's hair with surprising ease, Fili will think of something.]

And When He Saw Her Raised for the Slaughter, Abraham's Daughter Raised Her Bow

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