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Dec. 22nd, 2013 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
filimanjaroBirthday drabble for Theta. ♥
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There are snowflakes drifting down from the sky, gentle and lazy and too few to settle. They melt on Fili's nose, his cheek, in his brother's hair. They turn into little beads of water that slide over battle-grimy skin, leaving behind thin, pale tracks. Look up, Kili, Fili wants to say, but Kili's eyes will not open and Fili's voice is a wet gurgle, breath rattling in his throat.
It shouldn't be so cold.
Enough of a snowfall and they could have built snow dwarrows, the biggest yet. Maybe a snow elf, too. Kili's favourite one was kind beneath her warrior's fierceness, so why not do it in her honour?
Fili's fingertips almost reach Kili's, who lies where he fell with one arm flung out. Almost; not even an inch more and he could take his brother's hand.
A light, unexpected touch guides them together. Mother, Fili thinks, but the eyes aren't right and the hair is fiery. Bloody?
Kili's hand is cold, so Fili makes sure not to let go.
Kili's hands are lumps of ice, and of course he shoves them under the hem of Fili's shirt, crowing at his big brother to warm him up. He's pleased with himself, with their masterpieces made from snow, and his glee could be measured in mountains. They have to do this again, he declares, as if they don't do it every winter.
They warm up later, at home by the fire, after pelting each other with snowballs until Fili suggested a truce. Kili falls asleep against Fili's legs, curled up like a cat. The thanks Fili gets for serving as a pillow is a nice patch of drool on his trousers.
Their mother soon rescues Fili's thigh and puts her sons to bed – each in his own. That isn't where Kili stays. He burrows under his brother's blankets, bare toes touching Fili's feet, because it's his turn to help Fili stay warm, so he insists. Fili doesn't argue, doesn't mention last night's sobs. He hums softly, Kili joins in, and they go back to sleep, before long a tangle of limbs and hair.
It's not cold, but Fili holds Kili nestled close.
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There are snowflakes drifting down from the sky, gentle and lazy and too few to settle. They melt on Fili's nose, his cheek, in his brother's hair. They turn into little beads of water that slide over battle-grimy skin, leaving behind thin, pale tracks. Look up, Kili, Fili wants to say, but Kili's eyes will not open and Fili's voice is a wet gurgle, breath rattling in his throat.
It shouldn't be so cold.
Enough of a snowfall and they could have built snow dwarrows, the biggest yet. Maybe a snow elf, too. Kili's favourite one was kind beneath her warrior's fierceness, so why not do it in her honour?
Fili's fingertips almost reach Kili's, who lies where he fell with one arm flung out. Almost; not even an inch more and he could take his brother's hand.
A light, unexpected touch guides them together. Mother, Fili thinks, but the eyes aren't right and the hair is fiery. Bloody?
Kili's hand is cold, so Fili makes sure not to let go.
Kili's hands are lumps of ice, and of course he shoves them under the hem of Fili's shirt, crowing at his big brother to warm him up. He's pleased with himself, with their masterpieces made from snow, and his glee could be measured in mountains. They have to do this again, he declares, as if they don't do it every winter.
They warm up later, at home by the fire, after pelting each other with snowballs until Fili suggested a truce. Kili falls asleep against Fili's legs, curled up like a cat. The thanks Fili gets for serving as a pillow is a nice patch of drool on his trousers.
Their mother soon rescues Fili's thigh and puts her sons to bed – each in his own. That isn't where Kili stays. He burrows under his brother's blankets, bare toes touching Fili's feet, because it's his turn to help Fili stay warm, so he insists. Fili doesn't argue, doesn't mention last night's sobs. He hums softly, Kili joins in, and they go back to sleep, before long a tangle of limbs and hair.
It's not cold, but Fili holds Kili nestled close.
