Anya walked with Kili nervously her hand still wrapped up in his and all she could think about was what Fili had said before Kili guided her out. Was Kili's a ladies' man? Anya could not lay blame upon the presumed women that Kili had wooed; she knew that she would bend easily to the handsome dwarf's will if he ever applied the right amount of pressure. Anya could feel a dark blush spread across her cheeks making her face and neck feel abnormally warm. Here she was just casually holding the dwarf's hand and her mind had already began to churn out polluted thoughts of bedding a Dwarven prince. A Dwarven prince you could never imagine of obtaining Anya chided herself. She was half elf, half Mirkwood elf to be exact, Kili's uncle hated Elves in general but he had a special sort of hatred for the woodland Elves. Anya could not lay blame upon Thorin for his bitterness and distrust towards the Elves they had abandoned the Dwarven kingdom of Erebor at their greatest time of need. The least the Elven king could have done was aid in the dwarves efforts to flee their mountain home.
"You're awfully quiet miss." Anya looked to Kili quickly being pulled from her thoughts.
"Pardon?" Kili chuckled.
"I was wondering why you were so quiet but now I see you were just very deep in thought." Anya nodded as she blushed.
"Forgive me my lord."
"Oh no please don't, I beg of you." Kili laughed.
"Please just call me Kili and I'll call you Anyanka alright?"
"No I'll call you Kili and you'll call me Anya." Kili smiled that dazzling smile of his at her
"As you wish Anya." Anya didn't know when she had become such a hormone driven machine but with Kili smiling at her the simplest thing such as him saying her name sent tickling tendrils all throughout her body.
"This is the healing room" Kili announced as he opened a door carved into the mountain.
"Should have everything you need, if you need help finding anything just let me now. Anya nodded and motioned for Kili to take a seat. Anya set upon her task and poured some water from a pitcher into a small stone bowl before soaking some of the water up with a clean rag and squeezing it so it was not too wet.
"I'm just going to clean up the dry blood." Anya told him as she brought the cloth of up to his face.
"I trust you Miss Anya, no need to warn me." Anya found it hard to keep her hand steady. Why did this blasted dwarf prince have to be so bloody gorgeous? She bit her lip gently trying to focus on cleaning his cut while she could feel his warm breath on her inner wrist. She tried to keep from making eye contact with him but there was just something about those deep brown eyes that made her want to stare into them for hours.
"How old are you Miss Anya?" Anya had to blink hard and give herself a mental shake as his lips accidentally grazed her wrist as he spoke.
"Forty-five." Anya spoke softly her voice barely more than a whisper.
"How old are you?" Anya asked Kili politely.
"Fifty-seven." Anya smiled softly putting the cloth down.
"Are you the youngest of your siblings?"
"Aye," Kili nodded.
"Fili my brother is sixty-two." Anya knelt down looking through the compartments of the old wooden chest looking for some herbs or even some premade salve to put on Kili's cut.
"Do you need help finding something?" Kili asked leaning down from where he was seated.
"Are there any herbs in this chest?" Anya responded with a question looking up gasping softly seeing herself nearly nose to nose with Kili. Kili stayed still fighting a grin that threatened to spread across his lips.
"Frightened you did I Miss Anya?"
"Uh huh." Anya let out lamely.
"What's the matter lass, never been this close to a man before?"
"No." Anya seemed to have lost her motor functions only being able to stare at Kili's lips. Kili chuckled softly.
"Well that was not the answer I was expecting and now I do feel like rightful prick."
"Most dwarves do not like me on the account that I am half elf." Anya looked into his eyes desperate to know that he didn't share that same idea with is fellow dwarves.
"Are you telling me no Elf has tried kissing you Anya?" Anya shook her head no.
"I have only met a few elves, my mother was banished from Mirkwood but I've been to Rivendell a few times."
"I knew Elves weren't the smartest of creatures but seeing as us Dwarves haven't tried kissing you either I guess we're just as daft. Let me make up for the failure of my people Anya." Kili spoke softly lifting her head up gently his finger under her chin.
"What do you say Anya?" Anya opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to force out words that would not form before giving up and just nodding. Kili smiled brightly to her response and slowly leaned in for the kiss. Anya smiled as she felt his lips press against hers. They shared a small chaste kiss before Fili spoke.
"Why hello there brother." Fili chuckled deeply holding a pint of ale in his hand.
"I was wondering what was taking you so long, testing your baby dwarves theory are you?" Anya felt like her face was on fire but all she could do was laugh nervously and pull away from Kili to grab a salve from the chest.
"Stop it brother she is embarrassed enough as it is."
"Yes, I would imagine being found kissing you would be quite the traumatic event." Kili smiled at Anya as she quickly wiped the salve onto his cut.
"You have a beautiful laugh." Kili smiled rubbing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. Anya held herself upright with one hand against the side of the table.
"Aw look at that you make her weak in the knees that you do. Just do me a favor and wed her if you decide to really test out your theory of making baby dwarves I imagine Thorin would kill you both if you had a bastard child."
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