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"Thank you, Kíli," Tauriel told him when he had shown her to her room that night. "I would rather be here than up on Ravenhill." She could see her words made him happy.

"Can I get you anything else tonight?" he asked.

Tauriel glanced into the room. A fire was already lit, the bed was made up, and a pitcher of water stood on the wash stand.

"I appear to have been well-provided for."

Kíli nodded. "You know, this will be the most time we've ever had together."

"Yes." She touched his hand briefly, wondering if he saw the color she felt burning over her cheeks. It was hard to know what to say to him. Tauriel was not accustomed to speaking her feelings, and here, standing in his ancestral halls among dwarves who mistrusted her, she felt how out of place their affection was.

She added after a moment, "I will see you tomorrow."

"Good night," he said.

"Mae losto."

Kíli smiled as he turned away and went down the hall towards his own rooms.

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