IMPORTANT! sadly two of my stories: the power of love and fighting to breath, seem to have gone missing on my account, and until i can either find the copy on my personal desktop or get them back, i am to be putting the two on hiatus, my apologies if you are reading the story.
also; I OWN NOTHING HERE!
thorin looked out at the strange landscape before him, the night before he was travelling to Erid Luin to plead his case to his brethren, something he knew deep down, they'd refuse out of fear and weariness of the memory of his grandfather's madness or the amount of people who died in moria, he didn't know. not that he blame them, as the king, despite it being in only title, he felt responsible for every one and reclaiming the mountain was, in his mind, the only way to properly protect and have his people prosper.
but now he and his company were in this foreign place where they were easily bested and, apparently, were his lost nephew had been living for these long years. "do you think he remembers us?" fili walked up to his uncle and thorin glanced behind him.
"i don't know, but if we remember him, there might be chance he'll do the same." fili sighed and lent against the window, this world was so unfamiliar and yet...
"sirs, the others have arrived and your nephew kili is asking about you." the dwarves still startled at the invisible voice, but at hearing news of kili's presence, the company didn't mind as much, rather cheering at their prince's return. "he is also with his band." JARVIS added and they grew quiet again.
once the 'avengers' told them of their knowledge of kili, they were given a file on each of the prince's friends and fiance. most of the company were happy of kili's relationship, but wanted to follow the tradition of the family meeting and they found themselves cursing the skies at the young harry's past; abuse of a child, let alone an orphan was unforgivable and a crime punishable by death in their eyes. the twins reminded the older dwarves of thorin and his sister in their youth with the stunts they pulled.
they all sat in the lounge (or that's what lady pepper called it) with bated breath as they awaited kili's return.
"so you're a prince? does that make seth a princess then?" atlas smirked as the elevator's doors opened and seth went tomato as kili kissed his cheek.
"he's my one, my own arkenstone and i am his." kili spoke gently as he held seth's hand gently and pepper couldn't help but aww at the sight. "so yes; he is my princess." he cracked a laugh, the others snickered and seth slapped kili around the back of the head with a pout. "so rough my princess, i like it." he leered and seth just humphed.
"kili?" said man froze and slowly turned around. "kili, it's me." the brunet slowly turned around and soaked in the sight of his brother. the blond had been graced with the good looks of their father, where kili had taken more after their mother. he stood tall with a muscular build, broad shoulders, and sturdy form that would make many women, and men, swoon in awe; fili was quite the catch with his golden hair, giving the nickname 'lion heart' among his friends. he was a strong and brave man, but kili was looking at a boy.
he didn't say anything and gingerly approached his brother, bringing his hands up to touch fili's face, calloused fingers hesitantly touching his golden beard, scared if this was an illusion and his brother would fall away from him. fili grunted when kili pulled him into a tight hug. "i missed you kili." was fili's watery, but muffled heartfelt plea and kili clung on tighter to fili.
"me too fili. me too." they didn't move for a while until kili slowly pulled away with a weak cheeky grin "height of a man, yet still smaller than me fili." he ruffled fili's head and dodged the hand aimed for his chest. 'like i never left.' kili couldn't help but think but shook the bitter thought out of his head in favor to look at his uncle.
thorin had aged. there was no point beating around the bush, the proud dwarf king was wearing his title like amour, but it poorly his the deep pools of weary regret and exhausted form, barely being held together by his sense of duty and waning strength. kili wanted nothing more than to put into the nearest bed, but knew better of it- his uncle's stubborn pride could be headache inducing- he could be worse than harry at times.
"kili... i... you..." thorin rolled his shoulders in hesitance, the words he'd been determined to say all this time had left his tongue knotted and throat dry, "kili,-" he was cut off by a warm smile full of knowing and pulled into the arms of his youngest sister son, the one whom he never believed he'd be able to hold again. "never leave us again kili. never again." was all he could choke out as he threaded a calloused hand through kili's rope like hair and pulled his smaller body closer to his.
"i know uncle. i know." he slowly pulled away and looked at the company with another warm grin. "you haven't changed a bit." he said and dwalin let out a grunt.
"and you've changed completely laddie." kili just laughed and reached for seth to come forward.
"this is seth clearwater." he wrapped a arm around the slimmer man's waist "and he's my one."
