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⇜⋈⇝ ╾ ‘Halo’ By: Ane Brun {From this Meme}

((Sorry I took 5 years to actually reply to this! I hope it is ok and not overstepping any of your rules? Maybe some unrequited feelings from Uncle that you can do with however you please~))

             ╾ Thorin had not really seen it before. The small little fluttering
                 feeling he got in his gut around Fili, the way his heart picked up it’s
                pace, the way his palms grew sweaty. He tried ignoring it at first
                and the dwarf thought it had been working, but it soon became
                clear that it was not. Thorin was seeing the boy in a new light that
                an Uncle should never look at his nephew in such a way.

            ╾ It made the King feel disgusted with himself for ever letting
                these feelings fester and grow within him. He knew that he could
                never share this with anyone, not even Fili himself for fear of
                destroying the bond he has with the prince. Thorin did his best to
                lock these feelings away and kept a certain distance from the
                other that would not look suspicious to anyone else. Not even the
                source of the older dwarf’s hidden desires…

⇜⋈⇝ ╾ Thorin had been working in his studies, scanning the scrolls
                  for a few things with Balin that they would need soon when he
                  hears the approach of footsteps. Not that the steps would have
                  purposely made his body stiffen in the spot he stood, but those
                  steps were too heavy to be Balin’s. The dwarf fumbles the scroll
                  he’d been pulling out of a box and it falls to the floor when he’d
                  glanced back, all the while praying that it was not who he knew
                  to be. Thorin’s eyes spot the blonde heading his way and
                  distracts himself by reaching down to pick up the scroll he had
                  dropped. ❝Hello Fili.❞ the King says evenly as he straightens
                  himself back up and looks down at the cylinder paper held in his
                  grip, mindful not to squeeze too tightly and crush the rolled up
                  paper.

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“Hello, Uncle.” Fili said, nervously. Fili noticed how frigid the king seemed. That did not help the anxiousness the prince felt in this situation. 

“I wanted to talk to you. You have been acting strange lately.” The Dwarrow prince began, trying to choose his words carefully. “Especially around me, and I wanted to know if it was something that I said, perhaps.”