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.
Kíli delicately ran his fingers along the perfectly crafted arrow shaft, softly stroking the yellow feathers at the end. Gently picking up his wooden bow, Kíli admired the smooth dark wood and the carefully carved runes he himself had placed with diligent care many years ago. The young Dwarf smiled fondly as his gloved fingers brushed against a small dent near the grip. He had been so devastated when his brand new bow received that blemish during a disastrous hunting trip many years ago.
A soft breeze brought Kíli back to the present, its nimble fingers stirring the archer's dark hair, causing a few loose strands to stick to the salty liquid on his forehead. Kíli shivered involuntarily, closing his eyes briefly to will the tremors to abate. A slight grimace graced his handsome features as his eyes opened and sluggishly roamed the plains before him, his vision wavering in and out of focus. It was a pleasant respite to be able to kneel in the soft, green grass with the scent of honeysuckle on the wind. His eyes stopped on a lone figure, dancing magnificently with a blade in each hand, cutting down every foe that came his way. Despite the splendid effort Kíli's elder brother was giving, the light haired Dwarf was too distracted with the immediate Orcs within slashing distance to see the Warg prowling ever closer behind him.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline Kíli gripped his bow and an arrow, drawing himself up to his full height. Obtaining the proper stance, his left arm became parallel to the ground as his right pulled the string taunt to his check, ignoring the way the black arrow embedded below his right collarbone shifted in an agonizing way. Suddenly nothing else mattered as his mind cleared and focused on the task at hand. The arrow slipped straight and true from seasoned fingers, entering the Warg's left eye and embedded in the foul creatures brain, killing it.
Fíli eliminated his most pressing attacker before whipping around at the sound of the dying Warg. Recognizing the arrow instantly as his kin's, Fíli traced its trajectory and locked sky blue eyes with his little brother's depth-less brown eyes some ways off.
Kíli attempted a smile for his brother, and somehow managed through the pain, which was making itself known with every little movement. The sounds of the battle were all but a dull hum to Kíli as he watched with disconnected interest, fighting slowly towards his position.
Fíli's panicked voice snapped his attention back to the present as he felt a blade enter his side. Kíli numbly looked down at the crude Orc blade sticking out of his body. His eyes met those of his attacker, and with a malicious smile on its Orcish face, cruelly yanked the blade free from Kíli's body.
The pain hit Kíli with the full force of an Oliphant as his body lurched backwards and he fell through open air.
Author's Note: This was originally going to be a BoFA vingette (because we all know how that ends), but a seed of an idea is forming to expand this into a multi-chapter story taking place sometime before that dreaded battle. I would love to hear any ideas anyone might have! Should I leave it "as is"? Expand it? Is it so totally awful I should give up on it? Please review! :)