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The longest day had finally turned to night and the feasting portion of the festivities had given way to the dancing and mingling portion. Tauriel had spent most of the evening trailing after Bard and supporting him during some stilted introductions, but when he waved her off while he went to speak with her former liege lord, she took the chance to find the dwarvish table where her husband sat, surprisingly, alone. The moment she kneeled down, her dwarf leaned over and stage-whispered, “I’m bored.”
She snagged a glass of wine from a passing servant and asked, “Have you made your rounds already? Your Uncle sent you and your brother here as emissaries of goodwill, and you’re supposed to be playing nice.”
“Aye, we’ve done that,” Kíli said. “But I don’t know where he and Gimli went, and now that the dancing’s started there’s no one left to talk to unless I want to get trampled.”
Across the room, Bard was still in animated discussion with the much more austere Elvenking. “It appears my responsibilities for the evening are finished as well. Would you like to go walk around the halls for a bit?”
Kíli brightened immediately and rose to his feet. “Sounds great!”
Tauriel took her glass of wine in one hand and his arm with her other, and she led him out of the banquet hall. The halls were largely empty, with most of the city’s population either at the feast or outside in the gardens where the party had spilled out to, and it was quiet in a way Tauriel had always appreciated on the nights she was on duty. They reached the edge of the hallway, where the path diverged up towards the canopy or down deeper into the earth, and a waterfall that still flowed today had carved out the chasm that opened before them.
“It’s an amazing cave system,” Kíli remarked. “It’s still funny to me that you’ve spent more of your life within stone walls than I have.”
“Maybe more years, but not a greater fraction,” Tauriel said. “This was just a place I lived. It wasn’t home, really.”
He nodded towards the falls ahead of them, pouring into the deep below. “There was a waterfall in the dungeons, too. It gave it an eerie vibe, made it hard to tell how far down we were.”
Tauriel gestured with her glass after taking a long drink. “It’s the same one.”
“You’re joking! We really were right below the party last time, huh?”
“The Elvenking does not claim to have the largest keep of the free peoples, but he can claim the most labyrinthine.”
Kíli’s laugh echoed in the open halls. “I won’t argue there, but I suppose we can’t speak too ill of nature’s urban planning. We should go check it out.”
“Check the dungeons?” Tauriel asked. “Whatever for?”
Kíli shrugged. “I want to see what the Elvenking’s done with my old digs.”
“Nothing, probably.”
“Well, we won’t know for sure unless we go down there.”
“I don’t see why it’s—” Tauriel started, but Kíli had already headed to the stairs and was unfortunately going the right way, so she followed him along, still nursing her glass of Dorwinion. They meandered down several levels, until the noises of the party were a distant hum and the dungeons lied just beyond the next gate. Two guards were posted, a set of siblings, Tauriel recalled, although she couldn’t remember either of their names, and Kíli paused to speak with them.
The elder of them looked confused as they let Kíli in, and said to Tauriel in Sindarin, “He wants to enter the dungeon.”
“He says he wants to reminisce,” Tauriel said, shrugging.
“He should be more careful.” The younger brother smiled wryly. “Our King may not let him go this time.”
We didn’t exactly release them last time either, Tauriel thought but didn’t say, then said, “You two are dismissed. I can handle this.”
The younger beamed, while the elder asked, “Are you certain?”
“Indeed. You should go enjoy the party. If you leave your keys, I’ll lock up.” Tauriel received no further argument and took the set of keys while the guards took off towards the festivities above. Inside, Kíli was strolling up and down the meandering stairs, naming its previous occupant under his breath as he passed each cell while she settled down on the stairs just beside the cell that had been his. She set the key ring and her glass of wine down beside her on the steps, and watched, amused, as he made his way around. He patted the top of her head as he passed her on the steps then walked into his old digs, as he’d referred to them earlier. When full of occupants, they’d kept all of the torches lit, but now only a few illuminated the space, leaving most of the dungeon submerged in shadow.
“You know,” Kíli said, tracing his fingers down the iron bars of the cell door, “I remembered this place being bigger.”
“Are you done yet?” Tauriel said, turning from her seat on the stairs back to her husband, who was doing what she could only describe as playing in his old cell.
“It really is quite small,” he continued, unperturbed, “but at the time I was just pleased for a comparatively safe place to rest--and by safe, I mean free of spiders. I thought it was downright cozy.”
“I’m pleased you didn’t find the accommodations too lacking. But if you don’t hurry, I’m going to leave you here and go back to our much nicer room all by myself.”
“Now, there’s no need to be hasty,” Kíli said, pushing the door open. The hinge creaked and echoed in the empty room. “Come sit with me.”
“I thought you were just saying it’s too small.”
“Not too small,” Kíli corrected, “just small. It’s elf sized, even your unnaturally tall self won’t have to duck to get in. And it’ll be good for you to see the other side of things.”
Tauriel rolled her eyes but rose gamely to her feet. He gestured her in with a wave, then patted the bench beside him, grinning. Tauriel attempted to brush some of the dust off the stone bench before she sat gingerly, watching her silk dress pool around her. “Alright. I’ve sat.”
“Great.” Kíli placed one of his hands on her leg and squeezed, tracing patterns on her inner thigh with his thumb. They sat quietly like that for a minute, shoulder to shoulder, before Kíli cleared his throat and asked, “Well, how do you feel?”
“Foolish. We’re missing the solstice festival because you decided you wanted to check out the dungeons.”
“Oh, come on. My memories of my imprisonment are generally quite fond. It’s just like old times! Except the rest of the Company’s not here, or Legolas to look down on us—just you, me, the guards—“
“There’s no guards,” Tauriel said.
Kíli turned to face her fully. “There was a pair at the door?”
“I dismissed them,” she said. Something in Kíli’s expression shifted by a fraction, but she didn’t linger to decipher it. “They’re likely here as punishment for some small infraction, but they shouldn’t have to miss the solstice celebrations. Besides, there’s been no one imprisoned here since your Company’s escape, and even if there were, I could handle it.”
“Just you and me.” The hand on her thigh began to slowly travel upwards, and now she recognized the look on his face.
She grabbed his wrist, stopping it in its path. “Kíli...”
He looked up at her and batted his dark eyelashes, the picture of false innocence. “Hmm?”
“Kíli,” Tauriel said, exasperated. “Tell me this isn’t what you dragged me down here for.”
“Of course not! I’m improvising here.” He shifted, bracing with the hand she still had trapped against the meat of her thigh to push up and press his face to the side of her neck. When he spoke again, his voice was a rasp against the shell of her ear, half-muffled by her hair. “Besides, I’m not the one who dismissed the guards.”
“It’s a waste of, ah, resources.”
His chest was pressed against her, and she heard as much as felt his answering chuckle. “Well, we couldn’t have that, could we, my darling captain?”
This time it was Tauriel who turned to press her mouth properly to his, and he took the opening as the further invitation that it was, loosening the laces on the front of her gown enough to press his calloused palm to her breast. She arched into the press of his hand and gasped, and he chased her with a final kiss to the corner of her jaw before pulling back, his brows furrowed and his eyes dark with lust. “Still think this is a bad idea?”
“Absolutely,” Tauriel said, “but I find I care less by the minute. We’ll have to be quick, though.”
“‘Course.” Kíli nodded and paused to nip at her chin. “Climb all the way up and straddle me, I think.”
She and Kíli were both shifting, and honestly working at cross-purposes with each other while they kept getting distracted; Kíli by the stretch of skin exposed when her sleeve slipped off her shoulder, Tauriel by the slick beading from the tip of his cock once he finally got it out of his pants. When they finally got situated, he was sitting closer to the cell door, back pressed against the wall and the corner beside it, and Tauriel had a thigh on either side of his, holding her dress up while his hand worked at her center. He started just stroking and petting with the pads of his fingers, but when she started pressing down against his hand he pushed two inside her, grinning as she grew warm and wet against him. His thumb on her clit had her nearly to her peak when she batted his hand back, letting her dress fall around the place they were to join like a curtain as she anchored one hand on his shoulder and used her other to line him up with her entrance and take him inside her. The sound he made, low and muffled against her shoulder, nearly undid her right there, but she held out and set a steady pace, rolling her hips against his.
Kíli pressed his lips to her collarbone, gasping, “You feel—”
“I know,” Tauriel said, giggling and shivery as his thumb returned to her clit. “Ah, Kíli.”
“I know,” he teased back, tracing tight circles right above where they were joined, and he’d opened his mouth to say something else, when there was a clanking noise, and the sound of footsteps, just a flight of stairs up near the dungeon’s entrance.
Tauriel’s blood turned to ice and she stilled, but without hesitating or pulling out of her, Kíli got his hands beneath her thighs and pinned her against the wall behind her, tucking them into the shadows of the cell. Tauriel was struck by the strength and the sweetness of it: the idea that he had to put himself between her and their potential ruin was equal parts unnecessary and touching. He was breathing hard, muffled against her hair, and she was sure she sounded little better, biting the inside of her lip hard enough to taste blood.
“I’d heard they’d come this way.” Tauriel recognized the voice of Rhoslithon, one of her old Lieutenants, and through the cell door she could see three shadows, one tall and two short, as well as, she realized miserably, her half drank glass of wine and the set of keys, abandoned on the steps just outside the cell they were hidden in.
“I can’t imagine why.” That dry voice belonged to Fíli. “Well, Gimli, as you can see, our lodgings this time around are much improved from the first. Do you care to get a closer look?”
Please, let him say no, Tauriel thought silently. Pinned nearly against Kíli’s shoulder, one of her legs was starting to go stiff, and when she tried to move it shifted his cock inside her and sent a full body shiver through her and her husband both, who looked like he’d been nearly as close to the edge as she was.
Gimli paused. “Can I go spit in the cell my Da was stuck in?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Rhoslithon said, conspiratorially. “Third cell on the upper level on the right. He and his brother were both contained there, I believe.”
Fíli and Gimli followed the walkway to the appropriate cell, and she and Kíli both winced at the loud hacking noise he made. From her spot, Tauriel could just barely see them, and hidden in the darkness, but she still did not ease up even a little bit until they’d returned to the doorway. She stiffened again though when Fíli asked, “Should we lock up? I saw a set of keys on the stairs over there.”
“Eh, the Captain must’ve left them when she wandered through, but she doesn’t forget stuff like that. She’ll be back soon is my guess.”
“Alright,” Fíli said, and then the three of them were gone and the door fell shut behind them with a loud screech.
Immediately all the tension dissolved, and Kíli groaned into her shoulder, loud and desperate, but made no move to release her. “Fuck. Fuck.” He glanced up and gave her a wild-eyed look. “Please tell me that didn’t totally kill the mood for you.”
“You are so lucky,” Tauriel growled, which Kíli took as the permission that it was as his face lit up, delighted and determined. This time he pushed her onto her back and set to fucking her in earnest, his hands keeping her knees pinned up by her shoulders, and Tauriel had never realized how much he enjoyed this position before but to see him so lost to his desire was arousing enough that she wasn’t going to question it. She pushed one of her hands down between their bodies to touch her own clit, and after the stressful few minutes they’d just had her body was quick to alchemize the tension to a different kind: it only took a few quick circles with her fingers to send her over the edge with a moan. Above her, Kíli too was losing his rhythm, and all it took was Tauriel sinking her fingers into his hair and pulling hard for him to follow over the precipice with her. She gave him long enough for his breathing to return to normal and his cock to begin to soften before she gave his shoulder a squeeze and a light shove. “Off,” and then, realizing how harsh that probably seemed, “I’m not angry at you.”
Kíli quickly laced his breeches back up and then gathered her in his arms. “You would have the right to be. You told me it was a bad idea.”
Tauriel attempted to straighten her dress out while he was still wrapped around her, but then gave up and let herself enjoy the embrace. “I still chose to go along with it. If anything, I’m pissed off at your brother.”
“So am I!” Kíli said, muffled against her chest. “What possessed him to think that it was a good idea to try and find us? What exactly did he think we were sneaking away from the party to do?”
“I don’t know,” Tauriel said.
“The elf--one of your old friends?”
“An old Lieutenant, and he very likely realized what was going on here while your brother did not,” Tauriel said. “But he won’t say anything--or he won’t to anyone else, at least.” She fully expected her next letter from him to include more than a bit of good-natured ribbing if he didn’t manage to pin her down while she was still in the realm.
“I am sorry,” Kíli said. “And I really had no sordid intentions when I suggested we come down here.” Tauriel gave him a bland look, and he faltered. “Alright, maybe my intentions were a little sordid. I just thought we’d maybe make out in the cell for a bit.”
There was a glob of cum beginning to trickle down her inner thigh, and Tauriel was struck by the urge to laugh. “Well, we went a bit further than that. And now I really don’t want to go back to the party.”
“Must we?” Kíli asked.
“If we don’t want it to be incredibly obvious that we snuck away to--”
“Test out the old hammer and forge?”
“Not the euphemism I would’ve used,” Tauriel said, “but yes. That. We need to go back and make our last appearance.”
“Alright,” Kíli said. He frowned and started feeling around in his pockets.
“Are you,” Tauriel asked, but then he made a triumphant noise and pulled out a handkerchief.
“I thought I had one of these! For your, ah, situation,” Kíli said, and Tauriel took it gratefully, cleaning herself up as best she could while he lifted her skirts. They finally removed themselves from the cell, and Tauriel scooped the keys and her glass of wine up from the floor, knocking back what remained of her drink in one swig. They took the stairs back up and locked the iron door behind them, and then Tauriel pocketed the dungeon keys, planning to push them off on the first relatively sober guard she could find, when Kíli took her hand in his as they went back to rejoin the rest of the world.