Prince under the Mountain
Summary: This story is how I wish the storyline would have gone in the book and the movie. Giving poor Fili and Kili a chance to rule and a chance to live.
Opening chapter
The hall he was in was dark, so dark he was having to use his hands on the wall to guide his way. His grip on his sword became tighter as the hall grew even darker the lower he went, he looked behind him as if willing his brother to be there. He had never felt so alone. Suddenly a small ray of light could be seen and he relaxed a bit, knowing that there was a way out. Everything was quiet as he rounded the corner…to quite. Then it happened…
The sudden drum roll stopped Kili in his tracks just short of the hall opening to the outside. He heard struggling above him. Someone was talking but he couldn't make out the words, and then he heard the one word that made his blood run cold, "Run!" Kili would know that voice anywhere, but before the name even left his lips is brother's body fell at his feet.
"Fili…" Kili whispered as he jumped back in surprise and horror, he looked at his brother as the tears threatened to fall. Fili's eyes were closed his body relaxed, from the front he only looked like he was sleeping, Kili did not want see his brother's back he knew what it held. Kili allowed one tear to fall and then picked up his sword which had fallen out of his grasp and reached around his brother gently and pulled out one of his knives to take with him, wanting something to hold close, then he let the anger take over and ran up the steps two at time back into the fortress to certain death, but he did not care, he had nothing more to live for without his brother. Though as Kili ran up the stairs he missed the small rise of his brother's chest and the light glint of metal under his shirt, though it was slight prince Fili still drew breath.
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