A Vision or a Dream
"Do you think have loved me?" His weak voice asked as his hand sought hers and all she could do was stare.
His words found a home in her heart, a heart she thought closed for centuries now, a heart she'd once imagined giving to a prince with hair of gold. Instead her heart called to a different prince, one forged of stone with hair like raven's wings and eyes dark and deep as the caverns of old. She knew she should fight the feeling coursing through her but she could not for when an elf loves they love with all that they are and she had already started to love this dwarf in the dungeons of a kingdom she was no longer sure was hers. When his hand gripped hers weakly she gripped back offering her strength to him, hoping he would accept.
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As consciousness came back to the young prince he slowly opened his eyes in hopes that the vision he'd dreamt of had stayed before him. With a breath of a sigh he finally looked ahead of him and saw that his vision had indeed remained. Tauriel, elf-born and beautiful. Tauriel...warrior and healer. Tauriel, owner of his heart, no matter how unknowing. As he gazed upon her his vision returned and he spoke of his vision, of the beauty before him and watched her face as he spoke.
"Do you think she could have loved me?" He asked, his throat nearly closing with emotion as he watched her with his keen eyes. He tried to see if she had a tell, if her movements would tell him what she felt in her heart but saw no movements. She was as immovable as all elves but when he looked into her eyes he saw it, that flicker of emotion that burned brighter than the stars above but not cold nor distant. When she gripped his hand he knew better than words could say and he let his eyes close to rest once more.
Not only could she love him. She did.
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Author's Note: This vignette was inspired by the sweet and gentle love that Kili and Tauriel share. I thought I would hate everything about it but instead I ship it, hard.