"No, stay here and search the lower levels. I got this," Fili said, clapping Kili on the shoulder and making his way up the stairs. Kili nodded and went to scout the lower levels. After a few minutes he was back at the entrance through which he had come. Dwalin and Thorin stood with Bilbo a few yards away.
"It's a trap, we need to get out of here," Thorin was saying. "Where's Fili?"
Just then a tremendous rumbling filled the air and the ground shook. Kili could hear heavy footsteps above him. He looked up to see a group of orcs coming onto the ledge. The biggest of them was dragging Fili by the hair.
"Fili!" He yelled.
Fili looked at him, his eyes glazed with pain. And Kili regretted not taking his bow. He could've shot that fucking orc right in the eye.
The orc laughed. When he spoke, he spoke to Thorin. "I will kill you, dwarf scum. All of you. Starting with him."
Sneering, he lifted Fili up by the neck so his feet were dangling in the air.
"And then that one," he continued, pointing at Kili. "I'll save you for last, Thorin Oakenshield," he spat and the orcs behind him jeered.
Before Kili could register what had happened, a sword was sticking out of Fili's chest. His brother's mouth opened in a silent scream of pain. The orc yanked the sword back out crudely and let Fili fall. He landed a few feet away from Kili, his head audibly cracking as it connected with the ground.
Kili couldn't move. He wanted to run to his brother, but he couldn't make his legs work. It felt like hours had passed before he knelt at his brother's side. His eyes were closed and had it not been for the blood staining his chest and the ice beneath, he could have been sleeping. Kili pushed a strand of hair out of his brother's pale face and leaned down to kiss his forehead. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there holding Fili's hand in his, when he felt a hand on his back.
"Kili." It was Thorin. "Kili, we have to go," he said softly, squeezing his shoulder.
Kili turned. Thorin's cheeks were wet with tears. He heard the orcs charging down the stairs. They'd be upon them soon. Good. He was going to kill them all if it would be the last thing he ever did.
Taking a last look at his dead brother, he picked up his sword and started running up the stairs. He was breathing fast and could hear the blood pounding in his skull. He'd never felt such bloodlust before in his life. Thorin and the others were yelling at him to get back, but he ignored them. That orc scum was going to pay.