So this little number came to me as I was watching vultures circling in the distance. Yeah, I know, that's weird, but that's how inspirations come to me - through the randomness of things.
Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: The book, The Hobbit, belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, and by no means do I own the movie. I do not own these characters and I am not making a profit from this story. I am just taking these characters out for a walk in the park and I promise to return them in one piece.
Flying. He was flying. The ground beneath him was but a distant blur, speeding past at an unnatural pace. The air tugged at his chocolate hair and dirtied clothing like a strong mountain wind, just before a storm hits. "Maybe this is what my arrows feel like" the young archer though with a grin, but he quickly sobered, remembering why the Company was currently clinging to the backs of eagles.
Azog. That worthless good-for-nothing Orc had already pained the line of Durin all those years ago at The Battle of Azanulbizar when he had beheaded the King– his great-grandfather. Now Azog might have very well taken the life of the next rightful heir to the throne. Azog had vowed to end the line of Durin, was the vile Orc one step closer to reaching his goal? Kíli quickly pushed that thought away, looking longingly at his Uncle's still form just ahead, cradled so gently in the talons of a majestic eagle.
If only the Goblin's had not confiscated his bow and arrows back in the caves. There had been no time for the young archer to retrieve his prized weapon—only his single sword had made it back into his trained hands during the skirmish. If only he had had his bow and arrows back at the clearing. Kíli was confident that he could have put the Pale Orc out of business for good. A single arrow to the head would have done the trick— maybe also an arrow to the throat and heart for good measure. Alas, Kíli's quiver lay empty upon his back, save for his sword in its appropriate built-in scabbard.
Kíli cringed as his brother's anguished voice, calling out their Uncle's name, reached his ears. There was nothing they could do at the moment, and they both knew that. Maybe that was part of the reason for Fíli's distress. Kíli griped his brother's arm, not so much out of reassurance, but to let Fíli know that he was not the only one hurting.
The young Dwarf's keen eyes drifted back to the ground, watching the green fields and forests zoom by. If the circumstances were different, the young archer might have enjoyed himself.
Author's Note: Wow, that was incredibly short... please leave a review! I'd love to hear your thoughts :)