OPEN BIRTHDAY POST

[kilimanjaro]

Guess what, guys?



This is an open post to do anything and everything celebrating Kili's birthday! It can either be his seventy-eighth, or on an earlier birthday in different scenarios. Either way, go crazy and have fun!

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[kilimanjaro]

[He wants Fili to help, but that's violating the rules of the ritual. Kili needs to endure this himself.

He takes a deep, shaky breath and closes his eyes, gritting his teeth against the pain. It seems to take an age, but eventually, that needle reaches his elbow and stops.

It's over. Kili lets out a sigh of relief and slumps against the chair as Thorin closes the ceremony with the traditional words before coming over to ruffle his nephew's hair and tell him how proud he is. Kili smiles weakly, proud of himself but aching with pain all along his right side. He glances to the ink, amazed by the marks that now color his skin.]

[walkingarsenal]

[It's over, and when Kili relaxes, so does Fili, even though he remembers his own marking and knows that Kili can handle it, that Kili doesn't need his brother to step in. It was harder to remember these things while he stood here and watched Kili's discomfort, eyes on the pained grimace that Kili was wearing, but he knows.

The end of the ceremony releases each of them from their places. Fili, smiling, takes his brother's left hand to clasp it after all. Right after Kili admires himself, Fili looks at his right arm with him.]

How does it feel to be my grown-up little brother?

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili grins at his brother and clasps his hand firmly. He's proud of himself for sitting through that without flinching; His ink is perfect, bearing his name, his family crest, and the traditional blessings of strength and a long life.

He's done it.

There's a sheepish sort of laugh at Fili's words and he shrugs.]

Right now? Hurts a bit.

[walkingarsenal]

[Chuckling at Kili's answer, Fili shakes his head.]

I remember that part. I hear some dwarves bite right through their tongue when they get their ink. [Must be something about needles, even for the sturdiest folk of all.]

Only a bit won't keep you from the rest of your day, then. [He presses Kili's hand as firmly as Kili did his. Kili has every right to be proud of himself and he has more to look forward to, from his newly smithed gift to the evening's festivities.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Ew. Kili pulls a disgusted face at that. Needles are fairly worrying, yes.]

Nothing's going to keep me from that. [He grins, though there's a slight wince as Thorin gently bandages up the newly marked and bleeding skin.]

[walkingarsenal]

[He may or may not have been exaggerating slightly, and he aims to keep any evidence to give him away off his face, though Kili's expression makes that difficult. Letting go of Kili's hand when Thorin finishes, he holds out a lighter tunic to help his brother into.]

Come on. Let's show you off to Mother.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili grins at that, slipping into his tunic with Fili's help and wincing slightly.]

Let's!