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Just Short The Hobbit Edition	By : ShadowoftheForgotten Category: +Third Age > General Views: 1643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The wind blows softly carrying away the smell of death and blood. The sky is deceitfully blue with the sun shining down yet today is not a happy day. Today is a day of many deaths, Men, Dwarf and Elf alike lay dead side by side weapons drawn against a common enemy, two enemies. A lone dwarf male stumbles holding his stomach looking for something, someone, in the midst of the carnage. His brown hair is frayed and his eyes I love your eyes Kee, so brown, so rich... dart around looking for a flash of gold. For any sign. Crimson drips from his fingers but he refuses to see a healer, he has to find him, he has to. All around him he hears the sounds of the Men gathering their dead. They are loud in their grief crying out painfully whenever they stumble across a loved one. He hears the soft, held back crying of his fellow dwarrows. When they are alone and not in the view of others their pain will be louder. If it were not for his eyes dashing everywhere he would not have even known the elves where still here gathering their dead. They move silently, their faces giving nothing away but he can see it in their eyes that they are hurting just as much. He sees an Elf fall to his knees and brings another into his arms, soft cries flowing from his mouth and his heart lightens a fraction when the held Elf reacts. A shaky arm reaching up and grabbing hold.
He's lost track of time when he finally sees the spark of gold. His steps are fast and agile as he dodges the corpse of orcs and goblins littering his way like debris washed in from a storm and he falls to his knees beside the one he's been looking for. Harsh rattled breathes escape a battered chest, a face so beautiful and young is covered in bruises but what scares him the most is the blood pooling underneath the remnants of a right arm. Blue eyes gaze up at him feverishly, one bloodshot and milky in fact that whole side of his face is red with blood and bruised beyond recognition. Fine gold hair is matted and blood soaked but a smile lights the weary face.
"Kee... We won."
Kíli smiles slightly as he lifts his older brother up wincing at the hacking coughs the action causes.
"Aye we did."
"Kíli... I... I'm having a hard time seeing and I can't feel my legs..."
He bites back a sob hiding his face in Fíli's hair. His big brother sounds so lost, so unsure.
"It'll be alright Fíli, I promise. I just need to get you to a healer," he whispers softly. Fïli whines slightly when he starts to move away but it turns to an all-out gasp of pain when Kíli lifts up him. His stomach protests the action, harsh throbbing reminding him that he too his injured but Kíli pays it no mind, just as he pays the blood pouring from a wound on his brothers back no mind. His mind focuses in on getting Fíli to Óin. Óin who has always healed all their hurts. He kisses Fíli's forehead as he walks calling out for a healer as he goes, he wants Óin but he will settle for anyone to ensure the survival of his One. In his arms Fíli softly tells him what all happened. Of him being cornered by a warg that took his arm, of the cruel slash to his back that brought him to his knees, of the rolling brawl he had gotten into with a goblin and nearly lost because of the absence of his predominate arm.
"We've won. We've taken back Erebor Kee."
Kíli hates how far way his brothers voice sounds, hates how cold the normally warm skin is getting but most of all he hates that he can find no healers.
"Kee I'm cold."
"It'll be alright Fee. I've got you. We're almost to the tents. Just hold on okay?"
"M'kay... Kee... I'mma gonna go to sleep for a bit... We... We did Unca proud right?"
Tears are making their way freely down Kíli's face and he's sure his voice cracks when he answers.
"Aye..." he can't force more words out of his constricting throat. He's so scared to look down, so scared of seeing his One, his big brother, the one who keeps him safe un-breathing in his arms. Fíli grows lighter yet heavier in his arms and part of Kíli's soul dies. It feels as if he is in a room where the furnace or fireplace has suddenly gone out and all he has left is the residual heat left over. His knees give out and if it wasn't for the sturdy arms that catch him he would have fallen. Fallen and never gotten back up, if he had fallen then he would have curled protectively around his brother and followed him past that shadowy gate. But fate isn't with his this day as the arms holding him are strong, strong and willowy identifying their own as Elf. He sobs and screams and when they try to take Fíli away from him he fights like wolf or bear protecting its young. He snarls and bites and hits, his eyes distant and unseeing. Friends become foes and family strangers until soft, lilting, musical words are whispered into his ears and he falls into a black sleep. A sleep where he gains no rest but is unaware of the world around him.
In his sleep he dreams of Fíli. Of all the happy times he had with his blond lion, of the sad times. Of the times they had laid in bed worshiping each other. Of the soft noises he would coax out of his brother, of the way sky blue eyes, more beautiful than all the sapphires in the world, would darken. He remembers the times when his brother held him because his fear of the dark became too strong, when he held his brother when the cold became too much for his body, he could handle and physical attack on his body but extremes in weather were his downfall. He dreams of Fíli sitting in-between his legs braiding a strip of his hair, whispering promises as a certain bead is braided in. of the look of pure delight on Fíli's face when he does the same. You are mine now Fee. I know I want to be... You're mine right Kee? It always amazes him how uncertain his older brother is when it came to matters of the heart. He feared he would disappoint him, their Uncle their mother. Feared they would stop loving him. He cries out for his brother when his dreams go black, begging him to come back. You can't leave me big brother! Please don't leave me alone! I need you! Don't cry Kee. Everything will be alright.
And with that he woke soundlessly. He stares listlessly at the ceiling of his tent trying to will his sluggish body to react, to do something, anything. His eyes dart about and land on the hunched and bandaged body of his Uncle. His Uncle who is holding onto his hand as if he is the last treasure in the vaults and he feels so very empty. A groan escapes his lips and Thorin jolts up as if he is struck by lightning. Blue eyes so much like Fíli's land on him and he has to force back a cry, the defeated look in his Uncle's eyes and the empty feeling in his chest telling him all he needs to know.
"I'm so sorry," he hears Thorin whisper brokenly "I've failed you. You and your brother."
The days afterward are a blur and he moves as if he is a puppet being dragged through water. His heart rarely seems to beat and his smiles aren't real. There were other losses, from the Company even, he tries to care but he can't. He can't handle any more pain so he pretends to notice the absence of his favorite Scribe, pretends he can still hear the crude humor and see the funny hat of the first dwarf outside of family to accept him and Fíli. As the days turns to weeks he can't understand how everything will be alright because it's not! It's not alright that he is gone, that his heart is gone and Aüle damn it he wanted his Fíli!!! His screams of pain can be heard at night and he hates the pitying looks that other dwarrow's give him. They aren't the ones who fought beside him they are ones who stayed safe in their home ignorant of what he went through. Fíli would scold him for thinking such thoughts.
Then one day Bilbo comes back from a visit from the Shire and in his arms is a little Fauntling whose blue eyes have seen too much for someone his size. He starts spending all the time he can with little Frodo. Comes to love the shy little smiles he can pull from the little one. Slowly things start to feel normal. If he sits still with Frodo on his lap as he tells the story of how they got the mountain back it almost feels as if his chest is full of flames again. His smiles become real and laughs easier and at night he thinks just maybe everything will be alright.
After all the pain he has endured surely he won't be expected to endure more... Right?
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