At first she couldn't see him, the room was a bit dark, pretty messy, but what made her stand there dumb folded were the walls. They were covered with her, sketches, drawings, from floor till ceiling. Suddenly she got pushed into the door, and she looked into two frantic brown eyes.
"Are you here to come laugh at me?" He gasped giving her a cold stare. "You're not really here." He whispered. His eyes were deep and dark. It was evident he was losing his mind, and that he drowned into despair. He started ripping at her clothes and kissing her frantically. He was rough, even brutal, but she didn't dare to protest. Soon he brought her to the floor right where they were standing, he bit her lips, his hands weren't gentle anymore. She knew she would have bruises later, she knew she should protest, but the despair in his eyes kept her silent. It hurt when he entered her, but she just let him do whatever he wanted. Later he was whispering mad things like "You're not really here...". They stayed connected on the floor for a few minutes after, and finally he was slowly coming to himself. From brutally he went into crying and murmuring mad things like wishes for death and that his life was over. She gently touched his face and kissed him and kept saying that she was there, that she would stay there, and that she would always be there. Soon they were both hugging and kissing and crying at the same time.
"I'm so sorry for all I've done." He started telling her. "I wish I never followed you around, I wish I never took those photos and made those drawings."
"I'm not sorry for that." She told him. "If you hadn't followed me around Azog would have probably raped me. We've never talked about it, but at home I've got a packet of notes, descriptions of the worst kind of things he wanted to do with me. He kept touching me, brushing his hands on my body when no one else was looking. I was never so scared in my life, but you saved me. If you hadn't been watching, he could have done all those things to me." She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "The photo in my room is magical, I can't stop looking at it. I don't regret you taking it."
"You want to know what I regret?" She whispered, and he just nodded.
"You should apologize for not coming up to me earlier. For not trying to talk to me all those years ago." She told him. "If you would, this would start all those years ago, and you selfishly took away many years of happiness for both of us. And I'm really mad at you for that."
"I wanted to, but I was too scared. Scared of rejection, scared that you would laugh at me. When everybody started talking about you and Legolas as a couple, I cried for days." He whispered.
"He's just my adoptive brother." She told him. "But no one at school really knew about it. I'm sorry for that."
"I'm sorry." He whispered and started kissing off her tears.
"I'm wondering how come I never noticed you." She started talking with a smile. "You're not that small and that invisible."
"I blend in well into the crowd. However it was a bit more difficult when we going to class together." He admitted.
"We actually went to the same school and to classes together?" She looked at his completely shocked.
"Yup, Maths first and second year, English literature second and third year, and history on the third year." He finally admitted.
"Did you know where I lived?" She asked him hesitantly.
"South Ridge Street 12, the last house on the left with the view over the lake." He quietly replied. "Just fifteen minutes walk from my home."
"Did you observe me at school, or would you follow me around to other places as well?" She asked fearing to hear the answer.
His eyes became sad again, but despite the interrogation he replied truthfully. "I knew you schedule, you would get up and run around the neighbourhood heading towards Miller's Park, and later along North Road back home. Your school timetable was easy to come across, when you got your car in second class you would drive to the mall every Friday afternoon, for some shopping usually alone."
"Well I do admit I like living according to a schedule, but I never thought it would please anyone else but me." She laughed gently. "So I saw photos, drawings, and this whole room is a chapel in my name, what else should I know about?"
He blushed slightly. "Those sketchbooks over there," he pointed towards a drawer, "are all of you. At home my room looks similar to this one more, although more photos are hanging. I've also done a few paintings."
"I'd like to go see your room and each and every photo and drawing and painting you've ever made." She made a firm demand. And he just nodded.
"I can take you there at the weekend." Kili told her.
"Did Fili know about this obsession of yours?" She asked him.
"Yes, the moment he saw you here, he told me to stay away from you." Kili admitted.
She got up and went to pull out the sketchbooks from under his clothes in the drawer. She sat on the bed and he sat right behind her as she began flipping the pages. He was tentatively watching her reaction to the pictures. These albums were drawn already after they started sleeping around, so many were acts, showing her in a sexual way, or sweet and showing a sensitive side to her. Contrary to past photos she saw, these were warm and personal. He must have been drawing them when they were still happy. The walls were covered with beautiful drawings of her, but they were gloomy, dark, clearly the author was depressed when drawing them.
"Let's get to work." She motioned him to get up.
"What work?" He asked looked at her curiously.
"No more depressing drawings of me on the walls. We'll keep them, but on the wall of our room we're only going to have fun photos. Nice pictures, happy pictures." She demanded. "Actually I want to get more photos, but not only of me. I want tones of photos of us."
"Our room?" He finally caught what she had said earlier.
"Since they all already know what's the point in sneaking around?" She asked gently taking off the first drawings from the wall.