Interlaced (a Kiliel alternate story)
Chapter 13 - The revelation -
After uninterrupted hours of quality time, Kili caressed her jawline with the back of his fingers, barely touching her fair skin. His brown eyes gleamed as he gazed into her forest green ones absentmindedly. Tauriel smiled at him, a radiant smile of a woman in love.
"How comes I became so lucky to achieve the impossible? If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up" he whispered to her.
"It has been your words what has me entranced. I am just a lowly silvan elf. But through your eyes, I am not lowly at all. I don't need anything else, as long as I have you."
Kili's fingers followed the outline of her neck... her bare shoulder... down her arm... and finally reaching her hand to hold it close to his heart, against his bare chest.
"You'll have me for as long as I live. Mark my words love. I have it all with you."
He turned her hand and kissed her palm with gentleness, causing her to shiver. Her fingertips sensed his beard stubs. He let go of her hand to run his through her fire hair, pulling the back of her head closer to him. Their lips met with the devotion of a prayer.
The comb slipped down her hair and bounced on the bed, falling to the floor with a slight marble sound. They both turned to the direction of the sound. Tauriel stretched her arm to pick the hair comb from the floor. An emerald bead came off from it, rolling far under the wardrobe.
"Oh what a shame, this comb must be really antique and now it's missing a piece" said Tauriel.
"I'll get it for you" responded Kili, as he got out of bed to follow the direction of the bead.
Tauriel was amused, examining his well toned anatomy with her eyes, not bad for a dwarf. The bead rolled too deep under the wardrobe, quite impossible to get it without a long enough object to reach it. So he searched inside of the wardrobe for maybe a hanger to get hold of it, when he found the tattered diary. It was dusty, so he wiped off the dust with his hand, feeling a familiar form to it; The emblem of the house of Durin was embossed on the leather cover.
He brought the diary with him to bed, "I guess there was more inside of that old wardrobe, look at this!"
Kili opened the diary, it was all written in dwarfish. The dwarven alphabet is quite iconic and perfectly symmetrical. The pages were yellowish with time, and the edges turned an earthy dark tone. They were frail, so they had to be turned carefully to prevent them from crumbling. Tauriel felt curious, leaning her head on his shoulder to see. The first thing he saw was the hand drawn image of a dwarf maiden. The face, although very young, was oddly familiar. He kept browsing the pages, stopping by a specific paragraph that kept his attention.
Kili translated for Tauriel...
"Dear diary, today I became of age. I wish to go to the feast of Durin's day with my maiden friends, but my father won't let me. He demands that I go with my brother instead to keep my honor protected. I don't understand what's wrong with going out with my friends. What could possibly happen inside of the palace walls? Knowing my brother as I do, I will totally miss the opportunity of having a handsome dwarf ask me for a dance. I have the feeling I will never marry. Thorin is far more strict than my father. Perhaps that's why he sends him to watch over me."
Kili widened his eyes when he read his uncle's name in that paragraph, letting go of the diary. It fell face down on his lap, sliding until it hit the floor...
"This was my mother's bed chambers!" he exclaimed, totally dumbfounded and blushing a deep red.
"Then this comb belongs to her" said Tauriel calmly.
"I'm afraid so. Oh, the music box... So that's where she learned the tune from" responded Kili.
"Seems like you have kept your promise after all, of returning to her" said Tauriel chuckling softly, trying to make light of the situation.
"And what a way to return, by profaning her bed" responded Kili feeling awkward.
He looked at Tauriel with the corner of his eyes, and pressing his lips to avoid laughing. She returned the same look at him. They could not resist it, bursting into laughter, for what else could they do?
"I guess that explains why I chose this bedroom, it feels like home" sighed Kili with a slight air of nostalgia.
"And that's precisely what makes you adorable, your heart. You are very sentimental" whispered Tauriel as she cuddled up with him, kissing his forehead.
"Don't know about you, but I am hungry. Let's dress and go out. I wonder what's for dinner" said he.
"Agreed" she replied.
And so they dressed. Right when they were about to leave the room, Kili turned back to pick his mother's diary from the floor and place it on the bedside table, with the music box. A slight smile drew on his lips as he thought of home, which is the blue mountains to him. With that done, he joined Tauriel out of the bedroom...