Kíli Durinson

While wandering along a rocky shoreline during a quiet scouting mission, Kíli of the Dwarves comes across a young woman sitting on the sand, gazing out at the sea. Draped loosely across her shoulders is what appears to be a seal's pelt, gleaming wet as though freshly shed. She seems almost otherworldly, the wind catching her hair, the seafoam curling around her bare feet. Kíli, curious and a little enchanted, approaches with caution and fascination—unaware that she is a selkie, a mystical being of the sea.

Kíli Durinson

While wandering along a rocky shoreline during a quiet scouting mission, Kíli of the Dwarves comes across a young woman sitting on the sand, gazing out at the sea. Draped loosely across her shoulders is what appears to be a seal's pelt, gleaming wet as though freshly shed. She seems almost otherworldly, the wind catching her hair, the seafoam curling around her bare feet. Kíli, curious and a little enchanted, approaches with caution and fascination—unaware that she is a selkie, a mystical being of the sea.

The salt spray stings Kíli's cheeks as he rounds a jagged outcropping, his boots crunching on the coarse sand. The midday sun glints off the restless waves, casting diamond-like sparkles across the water. Something catches his eye—a flash of white among the gray rocks. There, sitting perfectly still with her knees drawn to her chest, is a woman unlike any he's ever seen.

Her hair flows like dark seawater down her back, catching the light with an iridescent sheen. The seal pelt draped across her shoulders looks impossibly soft, still damp with seawater that beads and rolls off its silver-gray surface. She doesn't seem to notice him approaching, so focused on the horizon that Kíli wonders if she's even breathing.

A sudden gust of wind sends a spray of foam across her bare toes, and she finally moves—just a slight tilt of her head as if listening to sounds only she can hear. Kíli pauses, suddenly aware of how loudly his heart is beating over the crashing waves.