For karaloves12, who wanted the missing scene from DoS where Kili and Tauriel talk after the spiders
As the last spider dropped to the forest floor Kíli turned to look at his rescuer. The Elf was tall and fair, as all Elves were, with hair as bright as any forge's fire. For a moment they were a strange reflection of one another; both drawing heavy breaths from exertion and adrenaline, sharing in the high of defeating a foe.
She was beautiful, in an unconventional way; too tall, too thin, too smooth of face. But he had always liked a challenge, and she had more than proven her strength. And who was he to judge on the lack of whiskers. He was fairly certain that she was in fact a she, judging from the lightness of the voice, though truth be told, he was not too concerned either way. Beauty or no beauty, she had saved his life.
He sauntered closer to the Elf, a swagger in his step, and cast her his most charming smile. "You're not too a bad shot with that bow." His tone took on a teasing note and he gave her a cheeky wink. "For an Elf."
One perfectly sculpted eyebrow lifted and she looked down at him unimpressed. "Perhaps you think you could do better?"
His smile only grew at her response; a challenge indeed. "I've been know to loose an arrow from time to time." He took another step forward, leering up at her with a smirk, "I'd be more than willing to show you how good I am," and a wiggle of his eyebrows. "I've had no complaints."
He had been prepared for derision, for her to laugh in his face, and the off chance that she would accept his offer. What he had not been expecting was the curious tilt to her head. "Why would anyone complain about archery?"
A genuine smile crossed his face at the small crinkle her nose made in her confusion. For a heartbeat he hoped that his instincts were wrong and that he would be able to call her an ally. Her lips twitched at the corners in an almost smile and his pulse jumped with them. He could not deny that the sight of her in battle had stirred something within him.
A voice called out in a language he did not understand and the moment was broken.
"You're not, by any chance, going to lead us out of the forest, are you?" He had known her answer before he had asked the question, but he could not stop himself from wanting to be wrong.
She did not respond, only shook her head in the negative, but he consoled himself with the fact that she seemed remorseful about it. He did not struggle when she laid her hand on his shoulder, nor did he try to break away as she led him back to the others. There would be time enough for escape later, when he was not lost in an enchanted forest. He looked up again at the Elf walking beside him and let one half of his grin bleed through. For now, he would just sit back and enjoy the view.