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When he was young, girls had always wanted to get to know him, wether spurred on by their families or of their own free will. And as a part of their chats to know more about him, they had always asked what his favourite colour was. And he had always answered the same. Blue. Blue was his favourite colour. The girls had mostly giggled, as they all seemed prone to, and asked if he liked blue because it was the colour of the sky. Internally he had scoffed, which dwarf liked the colour of the sky?! But instead of being rude, he had just nodded. Sure, he liked the blue of the sky.
He never told them it was not light blue he liked, but the dark, rich Durin blue that he only saw on special occassions. The occassions on which his uncle wore his formal doublet, that made him look even more regal than he already did. The blue he imagined himself wearing when they would take back the fabled kingdom of Erebor. His uncle would rule it, and after Thorin went to the Halls of Waiting, Fili would.
Right now, as he stood next to the throne his uncle sat on, his hads clasped behind his back and trying to keep a correct stance, he absolutely, completely and utterly hated Durin blue. He detested it, loathed it and never wanted to see it again. Because as it turned out, ruling wasn’t fun and Erebor wasn’t as fabled as it was said it would be. There were always things to do, always matters to attend and never a moment to himself.
But that wasn’t even the worst part of it. No, the worst part was that streams of new inhabitants came barging in, and started throwing all available women at the royals of Erebor. And all of those women seemed to have had the same thought: to wear Durin blue to make the royals like them more. Fili had to hold in another scoff, as if the colour of the dress they wore would make them more suitable to join the royal family.
No, he had definetely been put off Durin blue. Yet not blue completely; sky blue had become more and more alluring after a certain girl wore an aprin decorated with light blue patterns. A tentative smile had started to form thinking of that girl, and he startled when he saw the family currently being presented to them took it as a favourable sign. Bah! Why did they think they should parade their daughters in front of them as if they were no more than chattel?!