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

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[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.]