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eachdraidh2014-07-16 11:29 pm
kilimanjaro) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-16 11:29 pm
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MEMORY || OPEN TO BOTH COURTS
He doesn’t mean for it to happen. It starts out as just a tiny thing, a few sticks rubbed together until it bursts into flame. Kili smiles triumphantly, dropping the round, egg-shaped rocks he’s found into the middle of the fire. He’s young, only thirty two, just a child.
When he turns his back to look towards home, the fire starts to grow, consuming the small kindling that the young dwarf left around the fire. There’s no pit to keep it contained, nothing to keep the flames from starting to engulf the forest around it. Kili looks back to find what seemed like half the wood aflame.
He reaches into the fire, wanting to reclaim his rocks, but they’re too hot and he withdraws with a cry of pain, his palms an angry red. He’s lucky at least that there’s scouts on watch that spot the fire, and soon enough half the settlement is swarming about with buckets of water.
Dis spots her child in the middle of all of it, no surprise, and ushers Kili back home, tearing off strips of her dress to cover his burned hands.
“Foolish child!” she scolds fiercely, tying the fabric around the burns. “Don’t you know you could have gotten yourself killed? What were you thinking?”
Kili’s eyes brim with tears, his lower lip trembling. “I-I was just trying to make you prettier, Mama.”
Dis stops short, giving him a long look. “Oh?” she prompts, clearly puzzled.
The dwarfling nods, sniffling. “I heard Uncle Thorin talking about when you lived in Erebor an’ you had all this treasure, how you always looked so pretty with all those shiny rocks in your jewelry, an’ Bofur told me and Fili how some rocks have crystals inside ‘em. S-so I thought I’d...melt the rocks to get to the crystals, so I could make you nice jewelry for your birthday.”
Dis’ hard expression softens as she finishes with the bandages on Kili’s hands and draws him into a tight hug. “Oh Kili,” she sighs, releasing him to hold him at arms’ length. “I’m going to tell you something very important.”
Kili’s brown eyes are wide and still sparkling with tears as he watches his mother closely.
“Jewelry is only rocks, my child,” Dis tells him gently, running her fingers through dark hair. “You and your brother, you are my treasures. A shiny rock is only a shiny rock. Family is what is truly important. Promise me you’ll remember that, little wolf.”
The young dwarf nods solemnly and Dis pulls him into another hug. “I promise, Mama.”
When he turns his back to look towards home, the fire starts to grow, consuming the small kindling that the young dwarf left around the fire. There’s no pit to keep it contained, nothing to keep the flames from starting to engulf the forest around it. Kili looks back to find what seemed like half the wood aflame.
He reaches into the fire, wanting to reclaim his rocks, but they’re too hot and he withdraws with a cry of pain, his palms an angry red. He’s lucky at least that there’s scouts on watch that spot the fire, and soon enough half the settlement is swarming about with buckets of water.
Dis spots her child in the middle of all of it, no surprise, and ushers Kili back home, tearing off strips of her dress to cover his burned hands.
“Foolish child!” she scolds fiercely, tying the fabric around the burns. “Don’t you know you could have gotten yourself killed? What were you thinking?”
Kili’s eyes brim with tears, his lower lip trembling. “I-I was just trying to make you prettier, Mama.”
Dis stops short, giving him a long look. “Oh?” she prompts, clearly puzzled.
The dwarfling nods, sniffling. “I heard Uncle Thorin talking about when you lived in Erebor an’ you had all this treasure, how you always looked so pretty with all those shiny rocks in your jewelry, an’ Bofur told me and Fili how some rocks have crystals inside ‘em. S-so I thought I’d...melt the rocks to get to the crystals, so I could make you nice jewelry for your birthday.”
Dis’ hard expression softens as she finishes with the bandages on Kili’s hands and draws him into a tight hug. “Oh Kili,” she sighs, releasing him to hold him at arms’ length. “I’m going to tell you something very important.”
Kili’s brown eyes are wide and still sparkling with tears as he watches his mother closely.
“Jewelry is only rocks, my child,” Dis tells him gently, running her fingers through dark hair. “You and your brother, you are my treasures. A shiny rock is only a shiny rock. Family is what is truly important. Promise me you’ll remember that, little wolf.”
The young dwarf nods solemnly and Dis pulls him into another hug. “I promise, Mama.”
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...You don't think...the family curse? [He finally meets Fili's eyes, clearly frightened.]
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But Fíli answers with a firm shake of his head and another squeeze for his brother's arm, his gaze steady as it locks with Kíli's.]
You're stronger than any curse, Kíli. And we have each other, we always will. Gems and gold don't come close to that in value.
[Not the brightest diamond, not the largest vault of gold, not even the Arkenstone.]
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Promise me if I start acting like that again that you'll make sure I won't hurt anyone?
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I won't let it happen. [Fíli's palm comes to rest upon the crown of Kíli's head.] I promise.
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When he leans away a bit, he smiles at Kíli.]
You said you were hungry? Let's see about taking care of that.
[They could all use the distraction, and Thorin and Bilbo will want to see Kíli as well.]