I'm terrible and horrible, I know. I have shittons of request to get through and I haven't done any and then OH LOOK. THIS SHIT.

I'm sorry to all the people that requested anything. I haven't been doing it and I suck shit for it and I'm so so sorry. Being busy isn't even a good reason for me anymore...

I hope this little baby imagine will satisfy you (just a little) for the time being.

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Based on the imagine from thereandbackagainimagines

Imagine getting locked in the Mirkwood dungeons with Fili and finding a creative way to pass the time.

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They're (obviously) playing a dwarven version of Marco Polo.

Also, in my personal opinion...THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK.

The cells in Mirkwood were boring. The bars were of a simple make; you could cut through them with any of your blades, if you still had them. Bastards. There was a small bench and a small bowl of water perched upon it. And in the corner, dozing off, was Fili. A sour expression spread on your face. No sleep allowed! Not where the Elves can see and take a hit! Stupid prince! You stomped over to Fili and laid a swift kick on his foot. He jerked awake and gave a small whine.

"Why, Lass? I was finally getting a nap…"

"No naps, Fili!" You marched away from the sleepy prince and sat on the small bench. "We have to be ready."

"For what?" Fili got to his feet and strode over to you. You looked up at him and he quirked a brow at you. "What do we need to be ready for?"

"I-I don't know," you stuttered, "what if something happens and-and we need to fight? What if we miss a chance to get out of here?" Fili snorted and turned back to go to his corner.

"Well I wouldn't hold my breath about it, Lass. We're going to be in here for a while. Might as well get some sleep."

A deep sigh left your lips and you nodded your head. He sat and held out his arms, motioning for you to come lie down with him. A small blushed crept on your cheeks and you looked away.

"It can get cold alone and by the stone," he reasoned. You shook your head and stayed put on your bench.

"I don't want to sleep Fili." He rolled his eyes at you and withdrew his arms.

"Sleep is the only way to escape the boredom, Lass."

"Or we could play a game…," you suggested. Fili sat up a little and wrinkled his nose.

"A game? There are no games in prison, Lass." You laughed a little at his comment, resting your chin in your palm.

"Of course there are games in prison, Fili," you sang, "only this one is appropriate."

Fili let out a booming laugh and it echoed through out the cellblock, no doubt annoying the other dwarves even more. His laughter slowed to a stop and he wiped his face free of the tears he squeezed out.

"So do you want to play my game, Fili?" You sat up straight and popped your back as Fili stood once again.

"Well since I can't get any sleep around here, might as well…what are we playing?" He let out an unusual squawk as you leapt at him with a strip of cloth in your hands and blindfolded him. "What in Durin's name?!"

"The game is called, 'Berrag, Berran.' I trust you know how to play, Fili?" He scoffed at your words as you went across the cell, as far as possible from him. You looked at the prince, giving him a fell head-to-toe look over. He doesn't look bad blindfolded…you quickly shook that statement out of your head and straightened up.

"Of course I know how to play a child's game, lass," he said rather proudly "I was quite good at this game, you know."

"Oh really? Well then, stop talking about it and play the game, Fee." He grumbled at you and started scraping his boot against the ground. "Are you going to find me, or kick dirt around?"

"Berrag," he huffed. You had half a mind to comment about his attitude, but you held your tongue.

"Berran," you said clearly. You saw him inch his way towards your voice and you quietly scooted to your right.

"Berrag," he said again.

"Berran." He once again went to your voice, but this time he hugged the wall and felt against it with his hands. You swiftly crept away from him, trying your very best not to giggle.

"Berrag."

"Berran." He didn't move or say anything immediately so you kept moving. He suddenly lunged at you and you dodged him, squeezing yourself between the back corner of the cell and the wooden bench. Your spot was too small for you and your eyes widened when you realized that you were stuck. You looked up and saw Fili mere inches from you. Shit.

"Berrag," he called out. You refused to answer. He was so close to you. A few seconds of silence passed, but to you it felt like hours. "Lass?" The warmth of his breath tickled against your forehead and you squished yourself closer to the wall. "Lass, you can't stay silent for that long." Damn. He sounded annoyed. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth.

"Berran," you whispered. Your eyes still closed, you heard his footsteps come closer to you then suddenly stop. The heat from his body radiated against you and you felt yourself turn red. You jolted a little when you felt his palms envelop your cheeks but relaxed when his thumbs started to slowly caress your skin. The sound of clothes ruffling reached your ears and soon you felt his nose softly touch yours.

"Berrag." You whimpered at the sound of his voice, the fact that his lips were so close to yours almost made your knees give.

"B-berran," you stuttered.The moment the word left you; his pressed his lips softly to yours. You pulled away from him just fro a second before he pulled you in for another small kiss.

"No more games, lass," he murmured. You shivered at his voice and pulled him closer to you. His lips moved a bit harder against yours: nipping at your bottom lip gently and softly kissing the corners of your mouth. Your hands went up to his face and you felt the blindfold still on him. Letting out a disapproving grunt, you carefully pulled it off of his face and threw it behind him. He opened his eyes just as you did and pressed his forehead against yours. "Ohr ad berran."

*Berrag: to search for treasure

*Berran: to find treasure

* Ohr ad berran: I found treasure

Apologies for my shitty dwarven grammar.