IMPORTANT: There are SPOILERS for The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies.

A/N: Hola everyone! Who all saw The Battle of the Five Armies? I thought it was a great movie, and you all definitely should go see it! That being said, however, I wasn't too impressed with how Kíli, Fíli, and Thorin's deaths were handled. (Although I do have to say that Thorin's death scene was much better executed than Kíli's or Fíli's.) I wasn't too fond of Kíli's and Thorin's lack of screen time to show a response to Fíli's death, and I also wasn't a fan that Kíli died trying to protect Tauriel. I had no problem with Tauriel as a character, but I thought that their relationship was a bit too cliché and that Kíli's death scene didn't follow the emphasis on family that I thought originally would have been made present in the movie. Because of that, I wanted to try my hand at rewriting and editing the scene in the movie to fit more of what I thought it would be and to give a little insight into what I think the characters would have been thinking.

This story was inspired by a video on YouTube called Kíli and Fíli – The Failure of Thorin with the song In My Arms by Plumb. I usually don't like videos with just pictures, but the pictures the creator chose fit so well with the music and the music was so beautiful and sad that it brought out a lot of emotion, and you all should definitely go check it out! (However, be prepared to feel extremely sad at the end!)

This story will be a three-shot, with the first chapter about Fíli, the second about Kíli, and the third about Thorin. Let me know what you think about the first chapter and leave a review! I greatly appreciate them! :) (Also, I was thinking about doing an epilogue or a chapter about Dís as well, so let me know if you want to see those too!)

Disclaimer: I do not own the The Hobbit (neither the movies nor the book), the quote in the description (the author is unknown), or the image used in the cover photo. They belong to all the amazing people who put their all into these things, including J.R.R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson, and everyone who helped them!

Now, without further ado, ENJOY!

In My Arms

Part One: Fíli

"Fíli, Kíli, scout out the passageways underneath. We will take care of the goblins."

Fíli and Kíli nodded at their uncle, and they ran down to the corridors to search for Azog. With their backs pressed up against the wall, the slowly maneuvered down the hallways. Each time they reached a turn, Fíli snaked his head around the bend, not wanting Kíli to run the risk of meeting an Orc face-to-face. He knew that Kíli was old enough to handle himself, but he was still his little brother, and that would never change.

When the hallway split into two, the two brothers looked at each other. Fíli knew they had to cover both areas, but he didn't know if it would be better to scout the areas together or to search separately so that they could find the Orc leader before it was too late.

Fíli looked to the hallway to his left with a feeling of unease and was about to ask his brother for his opinion on what to do when he saw a gray coat and the gleam of a sword in his periphery. His hand shot out and stopped his brother from continuing down the hallway before he knew what he was doing.

"I'll take this hallway. You take the other," Fíli said, trying to make his brother go the other way. He had a bad feeling about the hallway before him, and he wouldn't willingly put Kíli in any danger.

Kíli nodded at his brother before running in the opposite direction. Fíli watched his brother run down the hallway until he could not see him anymore, and it was only then that he turned back around. After making sure that he had a good handle on both of his swords, he started down the dim hallway.

Fíli made his way through the corridor at a careful pace, making sure that he didn't give his position away by any extraneous noise that he might make. He turned a corner and started making his way down this second corridor when he saw a light coming from the opposite end of the hallway. He gripped his swords tighter and started to bring them in front of him and into an offensive stance until he heard the number of enemies coming down the hall. Eyes wide, Fíli turned around and started to swiftly walk back the way he came. He needed to warn his uncle. He needed to get Kíli out of here.

He stopped short when he saw a similar light at the end of his way out. Panic gripped at his soul, and he stepped back to go down a passageway he had passed by. When he saw the same light down that hallway as well, he knew he was caught.

"Please let Kíli be alright," he mumbled as the footsteps grew louder with each passing second. His hands soon became slippery and he grabbed onto his swords as tightly as he could. His heartbeat pounded against his chest as he waited for Orcs or goblins to face him. He had been in life and death situations before, but never had he been in one alone. He always had Kíli or his Uncle by him to help.

When the first Orc appeared before him, he let out a battle cry and charged head on. He stabbed the first Orc in the stomach and spun around to cut off the arm of the Orc that was right behind him. He felt a searing pain in his calf as he cut off the head of another Orc, but he pushed through the pain in an attempt to kill as many of the Orcs that crossed his path as he could. He turned to the tunnel that he originally came from and charged forward, but a powerful strike on the head made his vision spin for a moment, just enough time for the Orcs to seize his sword and grab his collar, pushing him down another tunnel.

When he saw what awaited him at the end of the tunnel, fear gripped his heart. Azog stood outside the entrance to the tunnel, a smug look on his face.

"First the nephews and then Thorin, son of Thráin. Let us see how Oakenshield fares when his own sister-son is killed."

Azog took hold of Fíli and dragged him to the edge of the ledge. Despite his struggles against the The Defiler, Fíli could not loosen Azog's grip. When he saw his Uncle on the ledge below, his struggling stopped.

No…

He knew what was coming. Fíli knew that his death was near, but he didn't want to his Uncle to witness it. He didn't want to have the person who had been his father figure for as long as he could remember watch him fall.

And he didn't want Thorin to watch him fail.

All his life, Fíli knew that he was Thorin's heir, and he had tried his best to prove to Thorin that he wouldn't be disappointed when Fíli took over as the leader of their people. He always knew that he had Thorin's unconditional love as his nephew, but he wanted to show his Uncle that he could be proud of him, too.

As Fíli gazed at his Uncle for what would be the last time, he mind shifted back to memories of his childhood in Ered Luin, and one in particular stood out among the rest.

"Fíli!"

The terrified shout of his little brother sent the blonde dwarfling running. He turned a corner around the forge and stopped in his tracks. Kíli was surrounded by a group of dwarflings, and his little brother was collapsed on the ground crying. Looking closely, Fíli could see a small stream of blood running down the brunette's forehead.

"Kíli!"

He ran as fast as his feet could take him and pushed one of the dwarflings attacking his brother out of the way. He stooped beside Kíli and wrapped his arms around his brother's small frame. Looking up at the others around him, he demanded an explanation about what had happened.

"He is not allowed to play with us! He is the ugliest dwarfling in all Ered Luin and is not fit to be a dwarf."

Before the dwarfling could utter another word, Fíli punched him in the nose.

"Never speak like that about my little brother again," Fíli growled. Grabbing Kíli's hand, Fíli forcefully made his way through the dwarflings surrounding them.

After a few minutes, Fíli slowed down to a dawdling walk and looked down at his sniffling brother.

"What did they say to you, Kee?" he asked gently.

After wiping his runny nose, Kíli glanced up at Fíli with watery eyes before glancing back down at the ground before him.

"They called me ugly because I haven't started growing a beard and because I have a small nose and look like an Elf. They said I wasn't fit for the line of Durin, especially because I do archery instead of hammers or swords, and they said because I don't look or act like a real dwarf, I couldn't play with them. Then they threw a rock at me and my head started bleeding."

The calmness that had seeped into Fíli as he made his way further from the taunting dwarflings that bullied his brother was quickly replaced by anger as he listened to his brother's story. Fíli suddenly stopped walking and pulled his brother into hug, one that Kíli fervently responded back to.

"Don't ever listen to them, Kee, alright? You're more fit for the line of Durin than those dwarves would ever be. And you have people who love you for who you are. You have more people that love you than any of them—"

"How could I?" Kíli cut Fíli off with his question. "If I'm so ugly and don't act like a dwarf, who would like me?"

Fíli stared at his brother in disbelief. "Who could not? You're a pesky little rascal who everyone loves, Kíli. Ma, Uncle, Dwalin, and Balin love you, and little Gimli adores you. And I know you were too young to remember him, but Pa loved you, too. He loved you so much."

Kíli stepped back from his brother and wiped his eyes. He nodded his head once and looked up at his brother with a small smile.

"Do you want to go play, now?"

Without hesitation, Fíli agreed, and he watched the brunette run into the house to get their toy swords. Although Kíli tried to hide it, Fíli knew that his brother was still affected by the bullying he endured earlier. There wasn't as much mischief in Kíli's eyes when Kíli smiled up at him, and Kíli didn't run to the house with as much excitement as he normally did.

It wasn't until later that night, however, that he realized the full extent to which the dwarflings had affected his brother.

"Fee?" a small, timid voice called from the opposite side of Fíli and Kíli's bedroom.

Fíli twisted himself in his bed so that he was facing his brother. "What's wrong, Kee?"

"I'm scared."

Throwing his blankets back, Fíli climbed out of his bed and walked over to Kíli's. He laid on top of the bed, and Kíli immediately snuggled into his brother. Wrapping an arm around his trembling little brother, Fíli asked the second question that was on his mind.

"Why are you scared?"

Kíli fiddled with the blanket that was pulled up to his chin. "I'm… I'm scared they're going to hurt me again. I don't like the night. I can't see them if they're going to come."

Fíli looked down at his brother with sorrow-filled eyes as he tried to control the anger bubbling inside him. "They would never get close to hurting you again, Kee. They'd have to go through me and Ma. And Uncle here's too and they'd never get past him."

"They said Uncle wasn't fit to be King," Kíli mumbled.

"And do you believe them?"

Kíli shook his head fervently. "No! Uncle is the best."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, nadadith."

"Can you stay with me?" Kíli asked timidly.

Fíli smiled down at his younger brother. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."

"Can you stay with me until morning instead?" Kíli asked with a yawn.

"Of course, Kee. I'll stay with you until morning." Fíli knew he couldn't deny his brother anything, especially when he was scared. Fíli shuffled down in the bed to get comfortable and wrapped a protective arm around his brother before the two brothers succumbed to sleep.

It was the next day that Fíli found out that he had had an audience when he went to go find his brother the previous day.

"Fíli, can I speak with you?" Thorin asked in a stern voice. Fíli gulped and went to follow his uncle, Kíli trailing right behind him.

"Alone, Kíli," Thorin said as he saw the younger of the two siblings following his older brother.

Kíli pouted and fell onto the floor in a huff while Fíli followed his Uncle into the next room. Thorin stood in the middle of the room and motioned for Fíli to sit in the chair in front of him.

"I heard that you had a fight with other dwarflings yesterday."

Fíli looked down at his shoes before gathering up the courage to look at his Uncle. "They were teasing Kíli. They were hitting him Uncle!" Fíli shouted with growing strength and determination. "I wasn't going to let anyone hurt Kee!"

Thorin slightly smiled at his oldest nephew before kneeling down before him. "What you did was brave, Fíli, and it showed your protectiveness, two things that are very important for a future king to have. I'm very proud of you. However, you still should not have punched the dwarf. You cannot turn to violence for everything. Sometimes negotiations need to be made."

"Yes, Uncle. I understand," Fíli said with slightly less strength in his voice.

"Still," Thorin started, putting a comforting hand on Fíli's head, "I'm very proud of you, and I always will be, my nephew."

Fíli's head was spinning as he saw the fear etched on his Uncle's face. Dwalin could not even look up at the young dwarf that he had helped raise. Fíli knew what his own fate would be, but he did not want his family and friends to have the same fate as him.

"Go!" Fíli cried out, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes. "Run!"

He could feel Azog shift as the Orc lifted his other arm in preparation to kill Fíli. As he stared into his Uncle's eyes, the tears finally broke free of their hold. Fíli would never see his uncle again. He would never see his mother or his friends again. And what hurt him most of all was that he would never see his little brother again.

He'd never get to see Kíli grow up and get married and have little dwarflings of his own. He'd never get to hear Kíli brag about his apparently impeccable archery skills. He'd never be able to hug or jokingly fight with his brother again.

He'd leave his brother brotherless. That thought tore at his heart the most. Never again would the two brothers be there for each other, and he would not be able to watch over this little brother anymore. He swore to himself as a child that he would always protect his nadadith, and he failed. He failed and Kíli could very well die that day.

Fíli stopped breathing as a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen. He tried to breathe again, but all he could manage were short rasps. He suddenly felt himself flying through the air until he landed on his back on the hard ground, and his attempts at breathing became futile as the wind was knocked out of him. Trying to focus to see where he was now, he stopped short.

"Kee…" he rasped out.

Kíli quickly got down on his knees at his brother's side and gently opened Fíli's tunic to see the damage Azog had done.

"What did they do to you…" Kíli whispered, terror evident in his trembling voice.

"Get… out... Kee…" Fíli tried to warn his brother. He wanted Kíli to survive, and that meant he had to leave right away.

"No," Kíli said with a sad smile. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep. Just like you have always done for me, nadad."

"But… there won't… be… a morning… this… time," Fíli rasped out with a forlorn smile.

"No," Kíli said in a choked cry. "There won't be."

Kíli gently lifted Fíli's head and shoulders onto his lap and gathered his brother's head into his arms to make Fíli as comfortable as he could be. Looking up through his blurry vision, Fíli could see streams of tears flowing down his brother's face. He tried to lift his hand to wipe them off, but his strength gave out before he could even lift his hand fully off the ground. Kíli brushed the stray strands of hair away from Fíli's face as his brother struggled to breathe.

Kíli gently put his forehead on his brother's. "I love you, Fee," he whispered through a choked sob.

"I… love you… too… Kee…" Fíli said. He stared up at his brother as the darkness took over one final time.