[Unlike the brave and hapless few ever to venture to tame Kíli's hair thus far, Tauriel doesn't have to wait terribly long before she has the young dwarf seated and perfectly still, no hint of squirming to be seen once he has his back to her and his breath held at least for the beginning tugs of the comb. His first braids worn were woven by Fíli's hand on the day of Thorin's coronation, and the weight of new beads pulling on the strands sectioned off took some getting used to. He and his brother had sat together comfortably, taking turns until they were both presentable -- Fíli's exact words were or as close to it as we'll ever get you -- and finery or no, shoves had escalated to wrestling across the floor as though they were back in the woods around Ered Luin.
This is different, quieter despite the rapid rhythm of Kíli's pulse. This, Kíli quickly loses himself in as Tauriel's fingers ease out snarls, eyes drifting shut. Each light touch sends little shivers dancing their way along his skin from scalp to neck and down his spine. His every nerve seems set alight.
When Tauriel speaks, Kíli blinks his eyes open slowly and with some effort, bemusement in the slightly dazed look he gives her over his shoulder, then something nearing distress. She isn't stopping, is she?]
YESSS. /sticks to everyone lives
This is different, quieter despite the rapid rhythm of Kíli's pulse. This, Kíli quickly loses himself in as Tauriel's fingers ease out snarls, eyes drifting shut. Each light touch sends little shivers dancing their way along his skin from scalp to neck and down his spine. His every nerve seems set alight.
When Tauriel speaks, Kíli blinks his eyes open slowly and with some effort, bemusement in the slightly dazed look he gives her over his shoulder, then something nearing distress. She isn't stopping, is she?]
What? Are we done?
[His hand flies to the side of his head.]