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*edited May 2017

Chapter Four: Girl Things

Even now I still remember the first conversation I had with them. It's odd, quite frankly, because usually after so many years of knowing a person you forget how you met certain people and forget why you bothered to forge friendship.

But, now, I remember why I did it and I remember exactly every thought and word that accidentally slipped from my mouth. Granted, most of them were so embarrassing that I'm glad I thought most of them. He'd never let me live it down if I said any of it out loud even to this day.

Sitting on a stool by the warm fire seemed a good idea; warming my hands with only the crackle of the fire being the only sound in the kitchen. I'm alone in here as most of the Dwarves decided to take the comfy armchairs in the sitting room (well, in what I assume is a sitting room). I stare at the warm hearth with my hands out - stretched, palms facing outwards. A shiver runs through me as a cool breeze bites at my skin. Despite the lack of central heating and the place being underground, it isn't half as could as I thought it would be but colder than I would have liked. The smell of spices linger in the kitchen and my stomach is content, the monster that was hunger retreating and I desperately wish for a bed so I can sleep.

Another draft slinks its way in through the door and brushed across my ankles, the area exposed due to the fact Bilbo's pants were smaller and more snug than I would have liked. I should have asked him for a jumper of some kind but I didn't want to be pushing the limits of the man's already too fragile sanity. The poor thing had passed out from being over whelmed and I did feel a bit sorry for him, but only a bit; the rest of the pity was directed at me. You know, the other inexperienced, probably even more, person being forced along on this stupid question for no reason at all what so ever.

I grumble curses beneath my breath as I try to leech in as much heat as I can from the fire, ignoring the goose bumps washing over my arms as a shiver crawled down my back with freezing fingers.

"I miss central heating," I murmur under my breath, rubbing my hands together in order to gain even a fraction of some warmth from the friction. It seemed that everywhere else was warm and cosy except the kitchen what with the cold stone for the floor and a tiny gap in the window that could probably be boarded up with wood. I had retreated to the kitchen for some much needed me time in order to recollect my thoughts and to wonder: am I really going crazy?

All that had happened, all that is happening, couldn't be real. It simply couldn't. Maybe I was dead, or in a heavily medical induced coma. But, if this was a dream, why couldn't I control anything? A frown appeared on my face as the thought ran through my mind, my eyes glued to the orange flickering tongues of the fire licking the stone of the fireplace. Goodness gracious, I was all over the place; I took my hands from in front of the fire, using them to run my fingers through my already knotted hair as I gave another small curse. I didn't have this big of an imagination to think up of such strange people and strange things. I blew a raspberry, placing my palms to the fire again as I dash all thoughts of my sanity going out the window.

As I lean closer to the fire (not the greatest idea I've had) I hear a voice.

"Hello."

Well, actually, it's two.

I jump in my seat with a yelp, my hands drawing too near to the fire which scorches my flesh. Placing a hand over my erratic heart (OW) I turn towards where the two voices emitted from. Oh, sweet, baby Jesus.

The two youngest looking (also best looking. I really think I should just stop with how good they look but, my God, they were. They were so good - looking they nearly put Ryan Gosling to shame. If I'm being honest here might as well admit that I've never been good around good - looking people. Or any kind of people, quite frankly) are standing shoulder to shoulder with cheeky looking and shit eating grins plastered on their faces. My heart is racing from the sudden fright in my chest as I stare wide eyed at the both of them.

"Uh, hey," I squeak, my Irish accent twinging a bit the word.

"I'm Fili," Blonde Guy says.

"Kili," grins Dark Hair Hottie.

Finally! Now I know their names! Oh, God, imagine the embarrassment if I had called them the names I had dubbed them when I didn't know what they were actually called.

"At your service," they chime in together, doing a little weird bow thing-y as I stare at them, wide eyed. What do I say? What do I do? I don't want to open my mouth and say the most horrific thing ever, maybe something along the lines of wow you're both so hot I want to cook eggs off of your chest. I cringe at the thought and my lack of shame, thinking quite how disgustingly pervy I'm being lately. Clearing my throat roughly, I find my voice.

"Uh, hullo," I gulp, standing up, quite miffed at the fact even though they are Dwarves I barely make it to their chins. Even here I'm smaller than usual. So, then, who's the true Dwarf, huh? I jut out my hand trying to smile sweetly at them, thought it's more likely the case that I probably looked demented. "I'm Libby."

They stare at my hand before looking back at me. It is easy to see that they're confused at this gesture. My hand is starting to ache from being held outright at them and I start to feel like maybe I'm the idiot here. Me? An idiot? Impossible! Giving a nervous bout of laughter and wriggle my fingers quirk my eyebrows upwards. "Um, you take it. Like you know, a handshake."

Fili, the blonde one, is the braver of the two and takes it, rather hesitantly, but he does not grasp it palm to palm, instead he grabs the back of my hand and does a weird spasm thing, shaking it from side to side. When he lets go, Kili does the same. I literally have to fight the urge to laugh, swallowing a smile. Oh, God, this is priceless.

"I think everyone knows who you are, Miss Libby," Kili smiles warmly, "seeing as you are a very odd looking She - Dwarf."

I furrow my eyebrows at this; odd? Me? Never! Fili takes in my appearance with his arms crossed over his chest. I start to feel embarrassed at this because, even though I know he is no way, whatsoever, checking me out, it still feels like it. Wait, are they calling me a Dwarf again? Okay, I get it, I'm small, ha ha, but this is ridiculous. I just the tiny bit below average height but, for Christ's sake, they weren't calling Gandalf a giant for being a tall ass old dude! It made me want to pout and flick the ends of their noses in a childish manner; next person to call me a Dwarf was getting a foot up their ass.

"Such strange clothing," Fili mutters to Kili from the corner of his mouth, breaking my rather violent train of thought, "don't you think, brother?"

Wait.

What?

Brothers?

As in, they're related?

I guess I should have guess what with the rhyming names and all that shiz. And the good looks. Again with the looks.

But, as they stand side by side, I can't seem to pick out a single similiar trait, save for the mischievous smiles and glints in their blue and brown eyes; I find myself someone closer in appearance to Fili with the same shade in hair, though his hair is a more golden blonde whereas mine is a soft honey hue. My hair lies in knots and tangles around me and I almost itch to cut it off, just to save me the hassle of having to brush through it later. Kili hums in agreement with his brother, knocking elbows with the male blonde.

"I agree," Kili amuses, his dark, chocolate brown eyes gleaming. (yum - god damn it woman get your hormones together and stop acting like this boy ain't nothing more than something for you to oggle at!) "And such strange complexion. I've never seen a Dwarf woman to be very pretty with as so much of a hair on her face Plus, her hair is much like yours!"

I raise my eyebrows, a blush gracing my cheeks at the fact Kili called me pretty. Never has anyone ever called me pretty. Just annoying or midget. I resist the urge to just collapse on the ground and scream for a while as my hand itches to go to my hair, wondering what is so strange about having blonde hair. Despite the rather backhanded compliment, I find myself to grow self conscious - which was really annoying.

"Nor to have such a petite structure," Fili continues. I stare between the both of them as they talked about me and my 'strange' appearance for a 'Dwarf' woman. Are they just going to pretend I don't exist or...? "Why, I would have mistaken her for a young Hobbit girl myself if it weren't for her average sized feet."

I glance down at my converse clad feet, feeling almost the urge slap the both of the brothers silly. But, wouldn't want to ruin the money maker now, would I? It felt like they were pointing out flaws but I still was grateful for the fact my feet were average and that I wasn't sprouting a beard and a moustache. I find myself almost wishing I had a beard; maybe then I could have joined in on their little braiding secret circle where we could have sat in a line and braided each other's facial hair while gossiping like old ladies.

"Or a very small human," Kili chuckles, his shoulders shaking. I let out an irritated huff, blowing a wisp of hair out from my vision as I glared at the two young brothers in front of me. "Or a small elf."

Is that distaste I detect in his tone?

"Nay," Fili bemuses. Who the Hell says 'nay'? "She's far too clumsy and her ears are a giveaway - "

"Hey!" I squawk, clasping my ears hoping that they would stay the same.

" - plus I would very much doubt Gandalf would bring an elf with us, Don't you think?"

I let out a cough as I glared at the both of them. "If you two are done assessing my flaw' - " insert air quotes here. As if I had flaws. Wow, so humble, Libby. Pfft,I was too perfect to be humble. " - maybe you could actually talk to me instead of through me."

"Sprightly thing, you are," Fili notices, the braids above his lips swinging from side to side as he laughs. "From whence do you hail?"

I blink. From what do I what now? "Uh. . ." my voice trails off as I try to think. Unfortunately, I come up with nothing. "What?"

Fili trades side glances with his brother, still smiling. I'm almost tempted to just punch him in the frickin' face if he doesn't wipe that bloody smirk off of his mouth. "Where do you come from?"

Oh.

OH.

I have the urge to face - palm but I know I'd be dubbed even weirder for slapping myself in the face for no reason so instead I just shake my head. "Uh, the west of Ireland."

Their reaction is one that I'm not quite exactly looking for. Kili's mouth turns down into a confused frown (AW) while Fili blinks at my answer. I'm guessing they've been living under a rock for their entire lives.

"Where's that?" Fili inquires, curious.

"You're joking," I dead pan, looking between the both of them as I hope that they would just give in and say of course they know Ireland. But they don't. "you've got to be bloody joking!" The two brother trade glances with each other before turning back to me. "C'mon! You know, Ireland, all the potatoes and tea, 'top of the mornin' to ya!' bullshit that we do not say ever and all that crap." I wave my hand in the air as I finish putting on a over exaggerated Irish accent to make a point while saying this but instead I only see confused looks on their faces. "Are you friggin' serious? God, what rock have you two been living under?"

"We do not live under rocks," Kili informs me. I don't actually mean a rock, you good - looking, dimwit! If no one is ever going to understand my sarcasm I might as well throw myself off of a cliff right now. Hello, Siri, where's the nearest bridge that I can plunge to me death from? "We come from the Blue Mountains along with our uncle, Thorin."

Wait, what? My jaw drops open at this revelation. That grumpy bastard is their uncle? These two, cool, hot guys have that as an uncle?

No.

Way.

"Fuck off," I gape at them both.

I watch with amusement as their eyes widen and they jaws slack. "What - ?!" Kili squeaks, his voice an octave higher. I giggle at the both of them (since when the Hell do I giggle? Maybe I was going mad) as they looked on, quite offended and quite shocked. It's not like they've never heard the word before, surely. I start to feel slightly ashamed when they have hurt looks on their faces, laced in with offence. Oh God, I feel like crap now.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that," I stumble over my words, trying to explain myself in a cheery and upbeat tone while wringing my fingers in front of me, "it's just... you're all so different and stuff. The last thing I would've thought was that he was your uncle. Gosh, I hope I haven't offended you or some shit - " when their eyes widened at my swear I feel my tongue become all tied at the apologies, my cheeks flushed " - wait, no, that wasn't a good choice of words. Oh, shit - I mean - fuck, I'm just digging myself deeper. Shite, this is just a bloody disaster."

I fall back into the stool, my heart thumping a bit when it screeches against the stone slightly. It is silent for only a moment before there are backs of laughter echoing in the kitchen. My eyes flash up to see the laughing Fili and Kili, who are flushed and clasp each other's shoulder. What - ?

"Never have I heard a woman use such a range of colourful words!" Kili guffaws, literally wiping tears away. "I must say, Miss Libby, you are an odd one. Come, you must join us in the sitting room. I think I speak for both my brother and I when I say that we are most interested in learning of your home and many other... oddities."

I open my mouth to protest, to tell them I am perfectly fine with hiding away in the kitchen where I could sneak some food, sit in front of a nice, warm fire and not have to participate in awkward conversation.

"No, no, no, no!" I stammer, sounding a lot like Bilbo. Heck, I'm pretty ready to just keel over and fall asleep at any given moment too. "I'm fine! Honestly, I wouldn't want to intrude on the evening!"

The two brothers smirk at me, trading glances. As Kili opens his mouth to speak the Dwarf, Bofur, walks in, a pint of ale in his hand and looking into a bag. " 'Ere, Kili, Fili, any of ye knows who this is? Odd things there are in here," he says, his voice slurring slightly, "Like take this for example - "

Suddenly popping his head up, Bofur takes a long, thin, purple paper thing from the bag. I squint at it slightly before my mouth gapes at him in horror. Kili and Fili look over their shoulders at Bofur, who hangs my bag on his arm while ripping the purple paper off. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my frickin' God!

"It's made cotton, I think," Bofur says, discarding the purple paper, pulling at the string and throwing the cardboard cover away. "Strange, don't ya think? I wonder wha' it's for."

I start to become very hot in the face as Bofur continues to examine the tampon, obviously not knowing what it is. The two brothers hastily take the bag and peek in. I'm all too flustered to tell them to stop, my eyes widen and my tongue tied. With each of the two brothers holding a side of the bag, Fili produces the box of tampons, rattling it. Should I be amused or horrified?

"That's mine!" I finally squeal, standing up to my feet and taking my bag and grabbing the box of tampons, trying to ignore their curious glances as I stuff it into my bag. I look up briefly to see that Bofur had tried, unsuccessfully, to stick the tampon up his nose. I hold the bag close to my chest as I glare at the three of them, my cheeks on fire and my face burning with shame and embarrassment. "Haven't your parents told you it's rude to go through things that aren't yours? Seriously, don't you know it's - Oh my gosh Bofur, take that thing out of your ear!"

Instantly, he does and holds it by the string, eyebrows knitting together slightly as I hear my voice go an octave higher, shouting at him. "That is not what it's for!"

"Then wha' is it for, then?" Bofur inquires, as he takes another swig from his cup. I feel my cheeks go redder at his question; there is no way I am going to tell him.

"T - That's none of your concern!" I stutter as I slip the strap of the bag over my head, resting on my shoulder.

"Aw, c'mon," Kili almost teases, a cheeky grin on his face, "tell us. Is it some kind of secret thing from where you're from?"

I wouldn't call it secret, more like a taboo. "No! It's just - Ew, Bofur, no, don't put it in your drink! That's disgusting!"

"Tell us!"

"Yes, tell us!" Fili agrees enthusiastically with his brother, blue eyes alight. I can't believe that I'm being cornered into tell two grown men what a tampon was! Hi, God, it's Libby again; how about opening the ground out from under me and letting me drift through an endless void forever?

"It's a girl thing!" I hiss in a lower tone. Their eyebrows furrow together as all three Dwarves trade looks.

" 'A girl thing'?" Bofur quotes, examining the tampon once again, eyes narrowing.

"Yes, a 'girl' thing," I snap, cheeks flooding once again.

"What kind of 'girl' thing?" Kili asks as he interlinks his hands behind his back. Are they really this dense? My hand itches to slap the palm against my forehead.

"A special girl thing!" I say. "Enough questions! You - " I turn to Bofur, wiggling my finger in an accusing way " - stay out of my things or else you're going to lose a hand and then some. And you two - " Bofur offers a simple shrug at my threat towards him before turning on his heel, staggering slightly, before whistling out a tune as he exits the kitchen. I whirl to the two brothers, my index finger pointing at the both of them. " - wipe them smirks off of your faces or I'll do it myself."

"My, Miss Libby," Kili says in a mocking tone, "you look all flustered. Are you quite alright?"

I let out a huff of air, glaring at the both of them. "No, no thanks to you two. Are you always this curious?"

"Quite," Fili answers with a shrug of his shoulders. "Though, I might say, it is quite amusing to see you get all worked up over this. I think we're going to get along quite well Miss Libby."

"Libby. It's just Libby." I say in a hushed tone as a smile slowly spreads across my face. I mean, can you blame me? I never really had that good friends back home and this was the first time someone actually liked me for my sense of humour rather than having to pretend. I feel my smile falter slightly at this thought before stretching it, feeling a bit tired inside of having to force the smile. Oh, goodness, did I really have to think of that right at this minute? I couldn't just let myself enjoy the moment of maybe, perhaps, starting a friendship with two guys who didn't seem all that weirded out by me.

"Well," Fili says happily, throwing an arm around my shoulder, almost making me drop in shock from the sudden contact. He's very warm and I can feel my face burning as he starts to steer me away from my safe haven that was the kitchen. Kili is to my side, standing so close I'm pretty sure I felt our hands brush against one another. What with the night I'm having, might as well stitch a scarlet A in my clothes. Let's be real here for minute, I haven't ever had any kind of over friendly contact with boys, so I'm probably just going to milk this for as long as I can. "Libby, would you care to join us in the living room as Uncle tells us quite a few stories?"

That's how I somehow find myself on a plush, velvet couch all by myself. My elbow is resting on the arm rest as the back of my hand cradles my cheek. My feet are tucked underneath the couch, shoes lying down on the ground and my odd socks loose and baggy, as I stare at the orange flames of the hearth. My bag lay on the floor propped up against the front leg of the cough. I made sure to have the zipper closed and the buttons done, lest SOMEONE tried to sneak a peak.

The rest of the Dwarves are sitting in armchairs or standing, puffing on pipes as they speak in hushed voices. I miss cigarettes, I think sadly as I let out an inaudible sigh. I turn in my seat, my back against the armrest and my legs propped up on the cushion, snuggled against my chest. I locked my fingers together as I let my head fall onto the back of the couch, feeling my eyelids beginning to get heavy. With the warmth of the room, the softness of the cushions and being the most comfortable I have been in the past three days (what with the bed my grandmother provided me with itched at my skin, making it red and raw and the fact it was always cold no matter how much I curled myself into a little ball) I felt myself begin to nod off, being carried away in the land of sleep.

"Thorin used to tell us this story all the time," I hear a soft voice speak. With a quiet squawk, I kick my legs out and make a quick motion with my hands that end up in a karate move. My eyes instantly find Kili's dark ones that are alight with amusement.

"God," I breathe, my chest heaving. I relax my tense muscles a tiny bit, letting my feet to curl back up to their original position. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to warm my upper arms with my palms. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Just a few minutes," Kili shrugs as he drapes his arm over the back of the couch and turning his body slightly to face towards me. "You talk in your sleep, you know."

I feel myself go red at the comment; of course I knew, my cousins used to tease me all the time about it. I always dread waking up in the morning in case I say something so horrible and or embarrassing. "I didn't say anything bad, did I?"

Kili sends me a sly smile, making my eyes narrow. "Nothing that I would understand."

I let out a groan at this. "Oh, God, like what?"

Kili lets out a low, throaty laugh as I let my body relax even more. I can feel comfortable around Kili; he isn't like the other guys back home - quite literally, as in he's most likely just a figment of my imagination. Just my luck: only can I imagine someone who is still out of my league. But he seems to think I'm hilarious (stretching it a bit there, Libby) and isn't weirded or creeped out by me, or maybe he is and just hasn't shown it yet. He's young, reckless and carefree; just living live by the day. He's just a normal person, but it feels as if he's on this different level that I just can't reach. I try to stop my mind from wandering down that path but it's too late, the gate's been opened and I'm knee deep in mud and low self esteem.

I can't help but keep noticing his good looks in contrast to my very average ones; it's my own fault I keep placing him above me.

"Well," he begins, scratching his dark stubble and I can hear the sound of it, "I did hear you telling someone called Gordon Ramsey to 'stay away from my pizza' quite a lot. I'm guessing that it is a strange thing from your homeland."

I feel my eyes bug out as I stare at Kili. They don't have pizza?

"You don't have pizza?" I splutter, voicing my thoughts as I feel panic rise. I move closer, unwrapping my hands from around my knees and placing them beneath me, my fingers splayed on the bottom of the couch as I'm all but a few inches from his face, just to see if he was lying but I can only see his confusion. I fall back into my previous position quite dramatically with a sniff. "Oh my God, my life is over. I simply just cannot live without pizza!" Actually it'd probably be better for your health if you did.

"What is it?" Kili is probably freaked out by my little panic attack but he hides it well as I widen my gaze.

"Oh my God, it's the most beautiful tasting thing ever," I moan at the thought of it, "it's just... I can't even describe it without having a foodgasm."

"A what?" Kili questions, confused by the word.

"Uh... you know when you eat something so good?" I lean in towards him. To this, he nods feverishly, "and it's like a the most wonderful thing you've ever had on your tongue? Well, that's what a foodgasm is. It's the most amazing thing ever."

"You speak in the most peculiar fashion," Kili smiles, "I must say you are very interesting, Miss Libby." Insult or compliment? Insult or compliment?

Compliment, I decide.

"I told you," I stress, clenching my jaw as a sigh escapes. "It's just Libby. 'Miss Libby' makes me sound eons older than I actually am."

Kili raises an eyebrow at my statement, the corners of his lips turning up slightly. "And old are you, Mi - Libby?"

I raise my eyebrow questionably at him. "Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'never ask a woman for her age'?" Kili shakes his head and I let out a sigh, trying to fight off a yawn. I take a moment to study Kili; he looks to be in his early twenties, maybe even late teens if I'm going to stretch it. He couldn't be that much older than me to be perfectally honest. "Fine; I'm eighteen if you need to know."

Instantly, Kili's face lights up with a smile spreading like wildfire across his face in a flash of white and straight teeth. I just know he's fighting off a laugh as his shoulders shake. Oh, God, what did I say now? Every word that seems to come out of my mouth either seems to make someone laugh or be annoyed. It had been more the latter back home, but here I seem to be the the butt end of all laughter.

"What?" I groan as he starts to cough, smothering his laughter. "What is so damn funny? You don't look like you're that much older than me, give or take a few years." Kili starts to lean forward, breathing deeply as he places his elbow on his knee whilst covering his mouth with his hand, but I just know the bastard is still smiling. His eyes are shining brightly and it only makes me more suspicious.

"If you must know," he starts, "I am seventy - seven."

Holy.

Friggin'.

Shit.

"What." I blank, blinking as I stare at Kili like he grew three heads from his shoulders. I just expected him to brandish a cane and start complaining about his back. But, instead, he lets out a husky chuckle at my stare. "How - you're - but - you look so young! How can you be so old! Ugh, this is so unfair!" I all but whine. Whatever these Dwarfs are smoking to making them stay young, I want it. I find it unfair how this incredibly hot and cool guy is as old as my wrinkly grandmother.

"Why, thank you," Kili snorts, "but I am considered young by my kin. Most Dwarfs live to be over two hundred years old, maybe even more. How can you know so little of your own kin?"

My own - ?

Oh.

OH.

He thinks I'm a Dwarf! What with my peculiar height, I guess I could be one. . .

It was getting weird how they thought me a Dwarf yet had the need to explain nearly everything about their culture, as if I was some simple minded tool. Which, you kind of are, a voice sings in my head making me frown. Quiet, you, I retort.

"Uh, just, you know, forgetful me, aha," I joke awkwardly as I try to wrap my mind around the idea that this guy is seventy - seven. Seventy - seven. Oh, goodness me. Someone call Stephanie Meyer because I just found a better Edward Cullen. "Seriously, though, if my grandmother was here," I begin slowly, "she'd sink her dentures into you faster than I can say 'Holy shit'."

"Then, it is good I have you to fight her off," Kili laughs, even though he probably didn't understand 60% of what I said. Good for him for trying though.

"I doubt it," I snort in an unladylike manner, "I can barely stand up without falling over my own two feet."

"You are not like any other woman I have ever seen," Kili says, bemused as my eyes begin to droop on their own accord. I let out a huge yawn as I see Kili through my blurry vision. I really hope it wasn't the case of you're not like other girls. If it was, I would not hesitate to scream that all girls were different and not just one entity lumped together.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," I slur slightly as my head falls against the cushion of the couch. Through my daze of half - awake and half asleep I heard it; a song that sang of want, of despair. It tugged at my heart strings as I lolled off into a disturbed yet comfortable sleep.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord,

There many a gleaming golden hoard

they shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

the dragon-fire, in twisted wire

they meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves

and harps of gold; where no man delves

there lay they long, and many a song

was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches blazed with light...

With the words of the song burning in my mind I feel sleep, acutely aware of the fact that Kili had his eyes on me. I just really hope he doesn't see me drool.

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