from milesofkeeffe

Here it is, my dear! It got just a little PG-13 for what I usually post on Tumblr, so I’m putting part of it under the cut. Hope you like it!

Read it on AO3: That My Love Were in My Arms

Kíli wakes with the cold point of her dagger against his chest. Her green eyes are deadly, though there is still a haze of sleep over them, and he guesses she is still half dreaming.

“Tauri— Tauriel, it’s me,” he mumbles urgently, before she can pin him to the floor of the tent with her sharp elven blade.

The muscles about her eyes relax now. “Ah, meleth, goheno nin.” Tauriel lays the weapon aside and sinks down beside him again. “Forgive me. I am not used to sharing a bed.” Her tone is shy, embarrassed.

“S'all right.” He rolls over to embrace her and knocks his knees hard against hers.

“Ugh,” he groans. “Sorry.” He is no more used to a bed partner than she.

Tauriel only giggles and nestles closer to him, easing his legs about hers and twining her arms about his waist till they are quite snug.

She doesn’t say anything more, but just lies against his chest, her slow, even breathing ruffling his loose hair so that it tickles his throat. Kíli lets his eyes drift shut as the sweetness of this moment sinks into his bones. He is alive, after the horrors of yesterday’s battle, and once more in her arms. This is far more than either of them hoped for, two nights ago, when they pledged and consummated a desperate love. But the Valar must think they deserve more than that one stolen night together.

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