A/N: I don't ship Kiliel. My muse does. We both like Disney music. *glances at my fic "You Can Fly"* Thus, this. Disney owns the song, Tolkien owns Kili, Peter Jackson owns Tauriel. Check out my other Hobbit fics if you liked this one! And now, enjoy (or at least try to). :D
Darkness. So heavy. Like stone piled mountain-high above and around and beneath him. Like a tomb.
So he was dead then.
He had thought he might be dying before. When he was only a little...dwarrow, that was it, and his brother—what was his name?—accidentally knocked him out of the tree and his leg was broken. When he hurt himself sparring and yes, Fili cauterized the wound. But this...this darkness. This was different.
I know you
A beam of light cut through the black then, like a knife through cloth or sword through flesh and Fili and Thorin and no—and he remembered, sharp and distant simultaneously. He was Kili, son of Dis, sister of Thorin Thrain's son Thror's son, King Under the Mountain. Had Thorin died too? And where was Fili? So many questions in this strange place of shadows and shifting light. Perhaps this was the waiting place before he entered Mahal's chambers; no one truly knew where dwarrows went.
A movement caught his eye, and he squinted into the light. The figure slowly approaching caught at his memory, still a little wavery. And then she stepped forward, and he knew.
I walked with you once upon a dream.
"You too?" His words were pulled from him as if by a string.
Was this another dream, like the one he'd had in a life that now seemed a dream itself? Or had he finally reached her starlight, for the radiance he once saw surrounding her now enveloped them both.
I know you,
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
She smiled. "Yes," was all she said, but her eyes danced with a fire even brighter than her hair.
And he smiled back.
And I know it's true
That visions are seldom all they seem;
"I had hoped—had thought you, of all people..." But he could not finish, torn between sorrow she had left her kin, her home, and rejoicing he had one last moment with her. Or—"You are here, aren't you? Or is this just another vision?" Please, Mahal, let it be true...
But if I know you,
I know what you'll do:
But she knelt before him, her face on a level with his own, and her gaze so gentle and yet so strong that he knew it was true and bless the Maker and then he leaned forward and finally, finally captured her lips with his own.
Oh Mahal.
She might have to leave him forever, depart to Mandos's halls with the rest of the Elves, but she was his for this instant at least. His Tauriel. His givâshel.
You'll love me at once, the way you did
Once upon a dream.
givâshel-treasure of treasures (it's rather funny how the only 2 Khuzdul words I know are endearments I learned from fanfiction)
