For what is worth, Fíli would be more than alright with staying up all night talking about nothing and touching one another. His own insides felt light and fluttery just looking at her, his heart a bird in his ribcage.

The back of his fingers stroked along her cheek as he kept running them slowly through her hair, and at her words his smile stretched just so, his tone carrying a bit of amusement. "Oh, I'll show you just how I strike that anvil with my hammer. I will have sparks flying just for you."

So, he could not help himself teasing a little there. It wasn't the most blatant metaphor he could have gone with either, so it wasn't that terrible of him. Just a little bit.