WARNING: This one-shot contains spoilers
Author's Note-I saw The Desolation of Smaug last night and though it was a WONDERFUL movie. If you're still sticking around knowing this one-shot contains spoilers then continue reading cautiously. I make no apology.
I had been working on a short fic before the movie came out and now that it is, I may just revise it to fit more in tune with what is shown in the movie.
This is Milady Oakenshield. I forgot my password to my other account and I've tried to reset it but for some unexplained reason, the email has not gone to my email account. I might end up using this account anyway considering I've had this one longer.
Enjoy! Please R'n'R
SAVIOR
By milady oakenshield
His breathing was calmer. Quieter. More evenly toned. And she watched him, fascinated by every physical aspect; his young features, the way his hair framed his face – the grey hue gradually fading into a more fleshly tone – the way he looked so helpless, and yet so stubbornly defiant. He wouldn't allow himself to die, and that was the greatest feature of all.
He appeared to be dreaming. But of what?
Tauriel put the thought from her mind as her fingers delicately maintained the knotting in the white bandage around Kili's leg.
He stirred then, at her gentle touch, calling out, "Tauriel," in his feverish, delirium, still envisioning her in a halo of glowing light; his savior.
And she shifts her eyes to him, drawing herself in, removing her gentle hands from his leg, leaving one nestled comfortably by his hip.
He sees her, but perhaps thinking he had died from the poison, did not believe she was truly there, leaning over him, with her brilliant red hair trailing over her shoulders, billowing past her volupcious breasts.
"She isn't here," he says, barely above a whisper, and she almost has to strain herself to hear him, "It is a dream. She is far from me… so far, far away…"
Tauriel lifted a hand to check his forehead; he was still warm with fever.
She stared at him, her eyes swimming with conflicting emotions, and powerful ones.
Kili strained a cough. "She can never be here," he continued, "close to me. For she is distant like the stars. It is not possible for her to love me… is it?"
He reached for hand, fingers outstretched, because he needed something physical to hold onto. When his fingers brushed hers, and he could see for himself that she was real, he almost smiled. And Tauriel did not pull away. She stared at him, her face pulled into a mixture of confusion and compassion. And the only thing she could think of is what would happen had she not defied a king and gone after the dwarf who enamored her from the start.