Kili was the one who fell first. Of course he was, that inconsequent irrational bastard... Always to eager to take the first step, to kill more enemies. The younger brother always saw it as a competition. Beating his brother, after all, would be the biggest of prizes. Fili loved it. The look of amazement on his brothers face, the feeling of being the hero. That's part of what being the bigger brother means. Teaching, protecting and teaching some more.
But now there he was. Nothing else to teach. No sparkle on those brown eyes. The blond looked down on Kili's pale bruised face. He had failed on the protecting part, he thought as tears started to burn his eyes. The pain of his broken bones couldn't be compared to the pain in his heart. His little brother...
Battlefields were a place full of death and sorrow, he knew that. He knew it when they both joined the quest. He knew it when he looked at his mother's sad eyes as they were leaving her. He knew it when his uncle led them to war a few hours previously. He just never thought it would hit him so hard on the face. Reality, destiny... They were all bullshit! That kind of thing wasn't supposed to happen! Not to his uncle, not to... Not to Kili. Especially not to Kili.
Fili put their foreheads together as he caressed his brothers face with his trembling hand. Kili was cold, that much he could feel. The rest... Well, life was already leaving his body. His vision was blurred and the battle sounds were incredibly distant.
No, no, no! He couldn't leave now! His brother...! He needed to stay with him, protect him! Fili fought with every fiber of his being to keep his eyes opened and kept watching over his brother for what seemed like eternity, refusing to let death take over his body.
He could, however, feel the bitter taste on his mouth. Pain was forgotten and so was heat.
Fili never stopped watching over Kili.
I'm sorry. UAHSUAHSUASH
this is my first atempt at writing a story in english, hope it doesn't suck! :D