It was coming right at Kili's face, there was nothing stopping it. The Orc sneered in triumph as his blade came closer and closer to decapitiating the young dwarf and Kili could see it was the end. He shut his eyes preparing himself for the blow...but nothing came, no pain, no blow, no death.
He opened his eyes hesitantly expecting to find the orcs face right in his, however it wasn't the orcs he found,it was Fili's.
Blood dripped from the corner of Fili's mouth and a sheen of sweat covered his face, his dual blades shoved behind him impaling the horrifying Orc, he let out a wheezing breath as he looked at his chest. Kili followed his eyes to see something that chilled him to the bone and turn his blood to ice. There protruding from his beloved brothers chest was the orcs sword, covered in sticky red blood and driven right through Fili's armoured chest.
"No" Kili whispered looking into his brothers pain stricken gaze. This couldn't be happening, not to great, protective older brother Fili, not to his brother. But it was.
"Fili!" This time the shout came from thorin, the shout of a parent seeing their child in pain, it tore Kili's heart.
Fili swayed on his feet for a few moments before falling into Kili's arms, Orc and dwarf blood covering Kili and the dusty ground.
"Kili" he managed to wheeze out his face scrunching up with the pain, eyes closing and his breath fluttering.
"Sshh, brother uncle is on his way he'll save you don't worry." He knew however that reassuring words would not save Fili now.
"Brother, there's nothing you can do"
Violent coughs racked through Fili as he spoke, Kili watched as blood spurted out of his brothers mouth splattering over his own face and clothes.
Thorin finally reached them as the coughing fit stopped. "Fili, lad can you hear me?" He said whilst dropping to his knees on the other side of Kili, cupping his oldest nephews face in his calloused hands. Sword and hammer forgotten beside him.
"I hear you uncle" Fili softly replied eyelids fluttering
"Stay with us lad Balin has gone for Oin, just stay awake" Thorin's tone was starting to become desperate as Fili's wheezing breath became louder and his breathing became shallow and rapid.
It seemed like an eternity to Kili before his brother replied " I will try uncle, I really will" and with that Fili shut his eyes and spoke no more, to anyone who wasn't next to him Fili would have appeared dead if not for the minute rise and fall of his chest that only Kili and Thorin could see.
Thorins head drooped to his chest at the sight of his heir and Kili could swear he could see tears in his uncles eyes. He suddenly felt scared and pulled Fili's body closer to his burying his face in Fili's soft golden hair, it was only then that Kili allowed himself to shed the tears he so desperately wanted to let free. Kili turned his head and looked at the Orc blade still buried in his brother chest, he had already caused his brother enough pain for one day.
This is how the rest of the company found the young royal family, filis wounded figure being held closely to kilis chest while thorin oakenshield knelt dejectedly beside his two nephews in what appeared to be prayer.