Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Of course it would have been nice to be able to stay strong while facing certain death, but he didn't want to spend his last moments pretending.
Crying
Kili had always been told crying was weakness.
First by his father, then by Thorin.
So he had promised himself to never cry again. And he hadn't.
Not until now.
Of course it would have been nice to be able to stay strong while facing certain death, but he didn't want to spend his last moments pretending.
And this was him.
Maybe he really was weak for being so emotional, but he just couldn't smother his feelings any longer.
Sadness.
Desperation.
Fear.
Tears were streaming down his face and he could hear someone calling his name.
I don't want to go.
Not yet.
There was just so much he still needed to do. So much he wanted to do.
And what of Fili?
His brother who had always been there. He couldn't leave without him. It just wasn't right.
And for a moment, he stopped crying.
I have to find my brother.
He tried to scream Fili's name, but ended up coughing and fighting for air. His legs and arms wouldn't move and he still couldn't breathe.
His vision was filling with black spots and his ears were ringing.
"Kili!"
He really hated the taste of blood.
Find me, brother.
A/N: I honestly don't know... I guess I'm just on a sadistic and angsty mood.