Hey guys! I'm back from the dead. School is killing me, especially research. Mom is nagging on about projects for the summer so that we can go to my dad's hometown and I have to agree with her there if I actually want to go outside the country. I'm actually wanting this 50%. Not sure if I want my parents to spend a lot of money on an airplane ticket...
Anyway, enough of that, this prompt is about reactions on Kiliel's wedding. Well, the original was something like this: '5 times someone found out about Kiliel's wedding/courting/etc and reacting negatively and 1 time someone approves', and I'm sort of tweaking that into: '5 times people find out about Kiliel's wedding and just reacting and 1 time someone just accepts it without question.' Hopefully you'll like this, guys.
Leona2016: Thanks for the review! I hope you like it, especially since you requested it. Nori will definitely not bother that woman again – not when Dori finds out.
As for everyone else, if you'd like, you can also request some prompts. I wouldn't mind at all. I would appreciate some feedback as well. I want to see your reactions on this fic, after all.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit, I'm just taking the characters, specifically Kíli and Tauriel, for a little joyride.
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I.
The blond heir wasn't at all surprised when he found out about his brother's marriage to the red-haired elf. But he was angry that he didn't get to attend the secret (minorly) illegal wedding.
(He always wanted to witness one and often wondered what the difference was between the legal and illegal marriages. Maybe he'll get his future wife to play along with him – if he found someone appropriate and good enough for him, that is.)
"What in Durin's name, brother?" Fíli started pacing in front of the two beings he confronted a few moments before. "I approve of you with the elf, 'cause she's practically the only one who doesn't care you're a prince. Fuck, she's surrounded by royalty all day long! But dammit, I wanted to attend your wedding, nadadith!"
He ranted and raved to the grinning dwarf and taken-abacked elf for a good ten minutes, paused to take a breath, and continued for another ten minutes before Kíli could open his mouth. At the end, the blond prince just sighed and rubbed his face tiredly.
"When you get a proper wedding, I will be there," Fíli declared firmly, staring at his oh so foolish brother hard. "And if not, I will just have to barge into it."
Kíli grinned wider, pearly white teeth glintinghard (Fíli wondered if someone can be blinded by teeth if the light was refracted by it). "Don't worry, Fee. You'll be there."
Tauriel nodded, smiling softly at the two shorter beings. "Indeed, Prince Fíli. Thank you for understanding."
"Good. Now go tell Thorin and Thranduil! They're at the court room!" Fíli powered, pointing down the corridors. "And tell Amad too! You know how she gets."
The married couple were no longer smiling at the idea of facing their sovereigns. In fact, they both look queasy, a feat coming from the two.
II.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" came three voices (except Thranduil was a little bit more dignified and a decibel quieter than the two dwarf royals). The dwarf and elf in the center of the attention looked ready to bolt (well, Kíli was. Tauriel was clenching her hands tightly). They looked pained at the volume of the noise, especially the Captain of the Guard with her advanced hearing.
"KÍLI/TAURIEL, I'M DIsaPPoInteD iN YoU!" the three of them shouted simultaneously at different volumes, before glaring at each other (well, Thorin and Thranduil were; Dís was pointedly looking at the two).
The two kings opened their mouths to start yelling at each other (most likely blaming each other for their charge corrupting the other) but the female dwarf beat them first.
"Kíli!" The mentioned dwarf flinched softly, wincing at the look his mother was giving him. "Why didn't you introduce me to this young lady before you went off marrying her? I taught you better manners than that, Kíli." Everyone's mouth fell open at those words and Dís continued, this time circling the redhead. "Hmm, strong, excellent figure, pretty for an elf, obviously an archer -"
Kíli butted in, glee in his voice, "The best, Amad." He was glad that Dís didn't mind the marriage between the two. Perhaps the two had a chance after all with his Amad being in their favor.
"Of course. You have a tendency to choose the best with the added bonus of her being an archer," Dís looked amused before turning stern again. "Next time you make such an important decision, come to me. But I don't mind. This time."
"But, Dís!" Thorin protested, finally getting out of his shock in hearing and seeing his sister agreeing to let her son be wed to someone outside of their race. "She's an elf! She's not fit to be Kíli's wife! She doesn't even have noble blood!"
Kíli wilted at that proclamation while Tauriel winced. Of course their difference in statuses would be a problem. It was one of the reasons they've gotten married in secret. So that they were equals.
"No, it's your nephew not fitted to be wed to my captain," Thranduil interjected coolly. "She has her duties and Prince Kíli will never fit in my kingdom. Come, Tauriel, we will find Mithrandir. He'll get this foolish wedding annulled."
The Dwarf King muttered, "For once, I agree with the bastard."
"But, my King," Tauriel tried to dissuade the Elvenking just as Kíli cried, "Uncle!"
"Captain Tauriel, you're already on thin ice, so to speak. Don't make it worse. Let's go," Thranduil hissed blue eyes glaring holes into the elleth.
The elf stalked forward, ready to leave the blasted mountain. The elleth looked hesitant and forlorn as she followed her King. Thorin did nothing to stop them and Kíli looked equally solemn.
Dís finally interrupted the conversation, red with fury at the way they dismissed their charges' decisions. "Hold on a minute, you two!" The two elves froze at her words, turning to face the irate dwarrowdam. "Kíli and Miss Tauriel are going to live with each other and they are going to have a public wedding and you are not going to do anything to stop them, you hear me, Elvenking Thranduil?!" She screamed, getting closer to Mirkwood's ruler until she just grabbed his tunic and brought him down to her eye level. "Our children has a choice and they already made it!"
"Sister, put the elf away -"
"No, Thorin!" the furious princess snapped, taking a moment to glare at her brother. "Now, Thranduil, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can let these two be and live their own lives or I can make you leave them be."
Thranduil pursed his lips, looking very much like he wanted to hit the dwarrowdam in front of him. But he knew he couldn't or the fragile peace between the two races would be destroyed and would ruin his reputation. "Very well. You leave me with no choice. The wedding shall be in a fortnight." He stepped away from the dwarrowdam and left the room with no extra fanfare.
The other king opened his mouth to protest but one glare from Dís was enough to shut it. Her glare reminded him too much of his grandmother when she would reprimand him.
Dís turned back towards the couple. "Come, Tauriel. We'll find the best wedding dress in the three kingdoms. Kíli, we'll also find you some appropriate clothing but do pick one out if you like. Preparation is such a fickle thing. Meanwhile, we can get to know each other, Miss Tauriel. How did you and Kíli meet?"
The redhead followed while the brunet numbly went to his room to find clothes.
III.
Legolas was saddened but mostly overjoyed to hear about his friend's wedding. He had often thought in the past that if he and Tauriel weren't anyone of importance, there would be a chance of Legolas being in the spot of Prince Kíli.
(What if, for just a moment, they could actually ran away together, live a life with each other? Legolas would gladly go through it if only Tauriel replicated his feelings. But, no, his father would hunt them down and bring them back. Not to mention Tauriel was with the dwarf prince. He could see the love in her eyes whenever the elleth looked at the brunet archer. It could never happen.)
However, that was not to be. Tauriel will wed the second Heir of Erector while he had duties as Prince of Greenwood. He idly wondered if he could find someone for himself, someone who wouldn't slip through his fingers.
(Was there even someone meant for him? Did he even have a One, as the dwarves called it? Or was he destined to stay alone?)
Never mind, if it made Tauriel happy, it would suffice for me. But if she was hurt, Valar bless the stupid dwarf, Legolas thought darkly. There was no way he would allow his best friend (and crush) to be hurt.
He let himself drift through his thoughts as he idly wandered the markets of the newly rebuilt Dale.
IV.
In the general population, most of the dwarves were happy for their prince. Most of the warriors had commented on how the red-haired elf-maid had rescued both princes during the Battle and stayed with the Second Prince after the Battle was over, doing her best to heal him.
That information was well received and it helped that several dozen or so dwarrows saw the elf everyday helping all three races (plus a single Hobbit) for the next few weeks.
(Technically, everyone was helping each other get over the horrible battle but that slipped their minds at the moment.)
Of course, not all were happy with the news. There were always some bad eggs in a crowd and there were no exceptions for the race of Dwarves. Several nobles grumbled about how the Prince was being bewitched and how he should marry their own daughters/sons/family members than a bloody elf. However, it all stopped after glares and warnings from the Company members and Princess Dís.
None of the dwarf population tried to stop the wedding.
(Not when Princess Dís, Prince Fíli, and Captain Dwalin gazed over the crowd of different races with a hard stare, hands hovering over their weapons.)
V.
On the other side of the marriage, the elves were downright angry. None of them approved of the fiery captain marrying a mortal, much less a dwarf, an enemy they've had for several centuries. The dwarf would die in a century, give or take some years, and who knows what the effect will be on the redhead? She would most likely fade away after his death and that would just be a waste of life and skills.
At first they were sympathetic, thinking the elleth was forced against her will until they found out that she wanted to marry the prince.
(Who in their right minds wanted to be mated to a mortal? Everyone knew that pain and heartbreak awaited those who ignored that unspoken yet very wise rule. Every one knew it was just not worth it.)
They frowned disapprovingly at Tauriel and muttered curses whenever they saw her in public but did nothing more, because both Princes Legolas and Kíli were with her often than not.
Thranduil ordered them to stop but it only fueled some of the elves' anger. Tensions were running high in Greenwood and it wouldn't have surprised anyone even the wedding was interrupted by one of the rasher elves, shouting that any child between the couple would be an abomination and that they shouldn't get married in the first place.
The wedding continued peacefully afterwards when Dís had the idiot elf dragged out of the building and out of the city of Dale.
No one from the elf side tried to do anything after witnessing Dís' murderous glare.
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When Bard heard about the interspecies marriage, he was slightly shocked then delighted (as much as the man can get). He had immediately offered to have the wedding in the city of Dale, partly to stop any fighting between the elves and dwarves on the venue, partly to witness the once-in-a-lifetime event.
(Bard shouldn't be surprised at all. He could tell there was something between the two in his house a year ago. In fact, he won a bet in those two.)
Though, that may not be the case any longer, he thought as he eyed his eldest daughter draw the blond dwarf prince. Maybe he should separate the two before Sigrid gets any more infatuated with Fíli. He was not ready to lose his oldest daughter.
No, his late wife would rise from the dead as a ghost and haunt him if he did that. It was best to let his daughter and the Ereborian prince handle their relationship on their own.
(That didn't mean he wasn't going to look out for Sigrid. Bard would not be accountable if Fíli did any funny business with his daughter until they were properly married (hopefully it won't ever happen) and he mysteriously ended up hurt in a ditch.)
The couple (Kíli and Tauriel) was shocked to hear his reason for letting them use Dale for their wedding.
"You two are my favorite at the moment," Bard grinned at the two. "Thorin and Thranduil are two hard-headed; I don't know Princess Dís and Prince Legolas well; and Prince Fíli is too close to Sigrid for my taste," he muttered the last part then added, "And Tilda wanted a wedding, so I don't mind letting your kingdoms ran around Dale as long as they don't break anything."
"You're letting us use Dale for the wedding? For Tilda?" Kíli asked dumbly, feeling shocked at the generosity.
The man nodded. "That's what I said. Tilda's fascinated with you two, especially after you and your friends left for the Mountain, Kíli. But on one condition."
"Yes?" The elleth answered questioningly.
"I want to be a godfather when you have a baby."
The elf and dwarf didn't answer the mortal king as they turned bright red at the prospect of them with a family. Apparently they hadn't thought that far yet, which the King understood quite perfectly.
Bard just grinned as he walked away, calling behind him, "Tilda wants a playmate! Remember that! I'll see you two next week!"
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Shadow: Phew! That's done. This gotta be the longest one I've written yet. I was thinking of using Bilbo as the extra but I decided on Bard since it was logical and I normally choose Bilbo as the extra and the fact Bilbo is just too nice. He'll accept the two with no questions asked. Speaking of, I wonder where the others are.
Kíli: Hey, Shadow!
Tauriel: *nods* Miss Shadow.
Shadow: There you are, guys! How do you like this? Does it fit your expectations?
Kíli: I can imagine my family doing this. Especially Amad.
Tauriel: King Thranduil should be more dignified and refined, but you did well.
Shadow: Thanks! And sorry, but I have to go get some rest, guys. Mom will kill me and confiscate my phone and that will mean no more updates for the foreseeable future. So bye!