[It was a place to get away and be himself, not as often as he thought he easily could, certain that no one would rush out to look for him, but it was lonely. He thought too much, out here with no one's company but his own -- of Thorin, of Tauriel. Of Fíli.
It's different today. The hood of his borrowed cloak pulled back down, the breeze whispering in the treetops is invigorating, ruffling his hair. His smile softens as his gaze returns to rest on Fíli, and there it is again, that sense of coming home at last. For once, he is content to feel at peace, not to seek adventure.
It is beautiful, this place.]
Over lunch? [Lest their stomachs eat themselves, kept waiting. Breakfast this morning left mostly untouched, Kíli's is grumbling threats at odds with the tranquil forest.
He eases his bow free.] I'll see about some firewood... And moss?
[It'll have to be a night of sleeping on the hard ground again, but he would take a bed of leaves and moss over his chambers any day, in a heartbeat.]
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It's different today. The hood of his borrowed cloak pulled back down, the breeze whispering in the treetops is invigorating, ruffling his hair. His smile softens as his gaze returns to rest on Fíli, and there it is again, that sense of coming home at last. For once, he is content to feel at peace, not to seek adventure.
It is beautiful, this place.]
Over lunch? [Lest their stomachs eat themselves, kept waiting. Breakfast this morning left mostly untouched, Kíli's is grumbling threats at odds with the tranquil forest.
He eases his bow free.] I'll see about some firewood... And moss?
[It'll have to be a night of sleeping on the hard ground again, but he would take a bed of leaves and moss over his chambers any day, in a heartbeat.]