Kili had always been too pretty for his own good.

Oh, he tried to hide it even as a child, refusing to brush his hair, letting the tangled and wild strands cover his delicate features.

But once the dwarf maidens (and quite a few dwarf lads) caught sight of his wide eyes lashed with charcoal, his high cheekbones that could cut glass, they were hopelessly smitten.

This created quite a few problems for innocent young Kili and his protective older brother Fili.


The first time a dwarf lass shoved a small tied bag into Kili's arms and scurried away, Kili was stunned.

"Hey!" He yelled, shaking the bag at the blushing dwarf lass who was running away. Pouting and muttering to himself about strange dwarfs, he opened the bag curiously.

"Honey cakes!" He chirped happily, immediately reaching in and giving one to his silent, brooding brother who shook his head in reply.

"But Fili! You love honey cakes!" Kili exclaimed, puzzled over why his brother would be unhappy with free food.

"I don't want it," Fili growled, stalking away.

Starring at Fili's retreating back with hurt, puzzled eyes, Kili comforted himself with a warm honey cake, biting into it.

The honey oozed down his chin and he lapped it up with his pink tongue, unaware of the audience that was swallowing hard as they stood mesmerized by the sight of the young prince thoroughly enjoying the treat.

Suddenly, he was interrupted by a rough tug of his tunic. He yelped "Fili, what are you doing!"

"Walk faster, or uncle Thorin will have words for us," Fili snapped, yanking his oblivious brother down the road while glaring hard at all the dwarfs that dared to continue staring at his younger brother licking at the honey cake.


The first time flowers started appearing at their doorstep, with a blushing script addressed to Kili, their mother was the only happy one.

Singing and humming joyously, she would gather up the flowers and stick them in vases all around the house.

"They smell," Kili complained, wrinkling his nose.

"It's all your fault," Fili whacked his brother on the head. Stop being so pretty, he thought angrily.

"Fili…" Kili whined, pouting with big sad eyes.

When his older brother continued to ignore him, Kili stopped sticking out his lip sadly.

"I wouldn't mind more honey cakes though," he said wistfully.

Fili whacked him again.


The first time Kili received a love letter, he was tickled to death.

"I think about you day and night, until the image of your face is seared into my burning heart, my prince," he recited with glee to an expressionless Fili.

His laughter died down as he looked questioningly at his silent brother.

"What's wrong, Fili?"

"Are you going to ask her out?" Fili asked quietly.

"Of course not!" Kili replied hurriedly, flinging himself into his brother's lap and hugging him tightly.

"Oof!" Fili suddenly found himself with a lapful of squirming, warm Kili who was attempting to burrow into his neck.

"I want to have lots of adventures with my brother, to fight with orcs and wargs, to see magical things no other dwarf has seen before. I don't care about silly dwarf lasses," Kili whispered against Fili's ear, clinging on tightly.

A feeling of relief rushing through his veins, Fili finally relaxed as he held his brother tightly.

"May our adventures never end," he whispered back. He could feel the curve of Kili's smile against his neck and he smiled in reply, content in this moment of pure happiness.