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

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[walkingarsenal]

[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.]

[daughteroftheforest]

[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.]

[kilimanjaro]

[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.]

[walkingarsenal]

[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.]

[daughteroftheforest]

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?

[kilimanjaro]

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.

[daughteroftheforest]

[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.

[walkingarsenal]

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.]