You jerked into the side of the cliff as lightning ripped the sky apart, trembling from the cold wind and your own fear. The bolts were just a mile away, and seemed to constantly be moving closer and closer to the campsite. You and the Company were camped in a very shallow cave beneath a low cliff overhang, which blocked the never-ending torrent of rain pouring down in sheets.
"Y/N?" You looked to your right, knees pulled up to your chest. "What's wrong with you now?" Earlier that day, you had been stung in the neck by a bee, fallen into a river after trying to wade through it, and flashed by Nori as he took a dump.
"You know, the usual," you tried, keeping your voice level. Kili raised an eyebrow.
"You're a terrible liar, Y/N. Is it the lightning?" You looked at your feet. "Just the lightning? But it's not scary at all."
"Until it roasts you alive."
"It would never roast you. It'd go for Bofur. He's the bigger target." You fought back a smile. "The chances of it striking you are smaller than the chances of a steak not being eaten by that lug."
"It would be a shame if someone were to get hit, though." He plopped down next to you and looked at you cheerfully, eyes alight.
"Eh, I'd laugh a bit. Then cry."
"You'd laugh?"
"Well of course! We'd have a big fat roasted dwarf all sizzling and smoking like a ham. It'd be lovely to see."
"You are absolutely insane," you grinned, rolling your eyes.
"I prefer unique, or special, you lout. And anyway, the lightning's a bit pretty, I think."
"It's a giant sword of death and fire."
"But it's got that nice silvery color you see if you look at it just right. And it's a bit delicate, I think, 'cause it's so thin."
"Are you going to ask it to dance, now?"
"Well, I would, but I've heard she can be a bit fiery-tempered. And anyway, there are far better things to dance with."
"Is that so?"
"One thing, actually."
"Is it your brother? Or perhaps your uncle? He seems like a dancer."
"Y/N, sometimes I cannot tell if you have a brain or a rock inside of your skull."
"I don't know if I should slap you or not."
"I think you should give me a kiss." He offered you his cheek, grinning widely as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You leaned in slightly, relishing his warmth and closeness, before turning to look at him.
"Would that be proper, you being a prince and all?" you asked sarcastically, crossing your legs and clasping your hands.
"For Durin's sake, Y/N, stop being a ninny." And he pulled you in for a kiss.