I figured it was time for another iTunes song challenge. I've only done one of those thus far. And would you believe that I've created a playlist specifically for Kili and Tauriel? And hey, if anyone has a song they'd like to recommend, please do so. I have about 15 in my collection so far.

Another thing I'd like to add: I'll probably be adding this chapter somewhere higher in the order of ones already posted, but I'll do that later on

Kiliel Ficlets
iTunes Challenge – pt. 2
written by milady oakenshield

Start of Something Good – Daughtry

He stared at her across the way, and it was the first time his heart truly danced inside his chest; the world around him had gone to shit, the people of Laketown were homeless, and he just about died, and yet he just couldn't take his eyes off her.

Kili's breathing shuttered as he exhaled. What he wanted to do, what his heart was telling him, he'd probably get his ass chewed out. His uncle, his mother – they'd never approve of her. He didn't know how Fili felt about her; wouldn't doubt if he'd get the same reaction; his brother actually had more time around the elleth to get to know her. Maybe in Kili's fevered dreams, Fili and the woman he wished to pledge himself to could be the best of friends.

Drawing a breath, Kili approached her, and he called to her, "Tauriel…"

She turned an eye towards him.

Then, "Kili! Come on. We're leaving!" His brother yelled as he aided Bofur and Oin into pushing their boat into the water.

The elleth looked sad when she said, "They are your people. You must go." Then she turned away from him, perhaps hoping he'd not see the mist springing up in her eyes.

Kili glanced back over his shoulder to where his brother and the others stood, but he didn't make a move to follow after him. He had a thought, and no doubt that thought would get him in trouble, because Mahal knows he'd get shit for it, but he was reckless, and naïve, and- screw it, he was going for it.

And so he followed her. "Come with me." When she turned, he said, "I know what I feel. I'm not afraid. You make me feel alive."

"I can't…" Oh, but she wanted to. Her heart thudded so hard that it hurt. And all the voices of heaven and hell cried out: Go with him.

Kili reached for her arm. "Tauriel, amrâlimê."

She stopped, and turned her head slowly, shooting him a bewildered look. "I don't know what that means," she told him, but in her heart of hearts, she did. She may not comprehend the word, but she somehow understood the meaning.

He caught that look and said, with a charming smile, "I think you do."

Breakdown - Seether

Invitations had been sent out by raven to the Grey Mountains, Ered Luin, the Iron Hills, Dale, and Mirkwood; this would be a celebration like none other, for the King Under the Mountain was finally being crowned. It was bound to be such a regal affair!

But there was one in the mountain who did not look forward to it as much as others. Prince Kili, nephew of Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain. He knew he'd been a prince since he was old enough to comprehend. Though he never felt like royalty. Fili was the crowned prince. He was the heir. He was the one trained from their youth in all that stuff that'd someone of that stature would need to know. He wasn't. Sure, he had some schooling and weapons training, but that was about it. He really knew nothing about what would make a good prince or what he was supposed to be doing.

Fili worried about him. The brother he'd always know to be the highly energetic, talkative sort had barely said a word to him. It may have something to do with the fact this was the first time in seventy-eight years that Kili had not shared a room with his brother. Their home in Ered Luin was quant, modest cottage with just enough room for the three of them – him, his brother, and their mother Dis – but it was only a two-bedroom place. For a while there, the brothers shared a bed but after Kili got too big, Dis and Thorin decided to squeeze a second bed into their bedroom. It was difficult at first, but Kili made his peace with it.

Surely he could deal with this. But it was more than just not even sharing a room anymore that was getting to Kili. Thorin may be over his dragon sickness but there was still tension between them. Their relationship had become strained since going on this quest, maybe even during. He'd been told from the very beginning how immature, reckless, and utterly naïve he was. He shouldn't have been allowed on this quest, but he was Thorin's kin and if they were going to retake the mountain than both the princes should be there.

As Kili readied himself, his gaze wandered to a small corner where his bow and quiver of arrows rested. He sighed. Well, he did have a few hours to kill before the coronation. He ran to one side of the room, snatched up his bow, slung the quiver across his shoulders, and darted out before anyone could see him.

Welcome to the Family – Little Big Town

It had been less than a week since Kili and Tauriel married and while Dis thought it'd be a good idea to take her daughter-in-law into Dale for a shopping spurge, Thranduil and Legolas decided a hunting trip with Kili would just be a fantastic idea. The dwarf prince had his reservations about it but if he honestly thought of a life together with Tauriel, they he'd have to get to know her side of the family better. They weren't really her family – he knew that – but they were close enough; Thranduil raised her since she was a child, and Legolas had taught her her skills with the bow; they were as close as siblings could be.

But as he soon found out, this hunting trip was more than a mere outing. At their break, after building a campfire, both eledhrim (elves; people; Sindarin) proceeded to have a little chat with him. They were liking him just fine, that wasn't a problem, but Tauriel meant a great deal to both of them, and they wanted to make sure nothing – nothing – were to happen, and that Kili would be a good husband and provider to her.

The Secrets That We Keep – Sara Evans

Thorin stood, and he raised his red-wine-filled-goblet. "Friends, family, visitors from our neighboring lands!" He started, and a hush fell over the large gathering in the banquet hall. "I gather you here together tonight to celebrate all that we have accomplished, and to honor those who are no longer with us. Hail to the victorious dead!" They all raised their glasses and goblets, repeating, in sync, Thorin's call.

His lovely sister, the Queen Regent Dis, sat on his immediate right, and his nephews – the Crown Prince Fili and Prince Kili – sat on his left. They looked quite regal in their clothing. Dis done up in a dark plum purple trimmed with white gold, and on top her head sat the crown of a queen. Fili wore a black embroidered woolen coat over a beige tunic and a pair of cotton pants. Kili sported a deep blue linen and brocade tunic with a woven gold and silver trim and a matching pair of trousers. Strung across the back of his chair was his bow; the others, they all sneered about it, but he hardly ever left it out of his sight; he told Thorin it was for protection, should someone threaten him or Fili.

Kili's eyes peered over the edge of his goblet as the drinking glass hovered just on the edge of his lips. Something – or, rather, someone – had caught his attention. Whilst everyone else chit-chatted, he was staring at the one elleth who'd manage to capture his heart and ensnare his soul all at once. And she caught his eye, and she stared right now. Tauriel, in a flowing green dress trailing past her ankles, and her red hair done up in braids and ties, flashed him a warming smile, and his blood warmed.

No one seemed to notice the way they looked at each other and neither gave any indication they were not focused on anything but each other. Tauriel got that glimmer in her eyes, and something in Kili's body twitched into knots. No one knew. None of them would. They'd know naught of the way their prince invited the elleth into his bed, and they'd know naught of the way the prince and the elleth loved each other; spiritually, emotionally, physically. Kili smirked, because he did know.

For now, it was a secret. A secret is all it ever would be; for their worlds, however drawn together, would always seem apart, like starlight.