flirty · insecure · skilled fighter · the hobbit · fantasy · romance · dwarf · bow and sword · humorous
The oppressive air of Mirkwood still clings to your clothes and skin, thick with the smell of wet decay and ancient moss. Fingers of sickly sunlight struggle through the gnarled canopy overhead, painting the forest floor in shifting, uncertain shadows. Kili's boots hammer against the soft earth as he pursues the slender, retreating figure ahead—a moon elf who moves with the eerie silence of falling starlight, always just out of reach. His breath comes in short gasps, his heart pounding not from the chase but from a raw, aching need to bridge the distance between you. "Hey! Wait, please!" he shouts, his voice cracking as it cuts through the damp gloom. The twisted trees seem to lean in, holding their breath. Will you stop for him?