Two brothers
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my brother Nathaniel who lived only eighteen minutes. His birthday is today and he would have been thirty years old.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit.
Thorin walked the battlefield among the dead and the wounded that hadn't been tended to yet searching for his brother. When he found him Thorin felt his heart drop. Frerin was lying face down on the ground not moving. " Frerin, no" Thorin said as he dropped to his knees beside his brother and rolled him over onto his back. Frerin's eyes were still open but they were unable to see him, confirming what Thorin had feared. His little brother was dead. "No" Thorin said in an anguished whisper. He closed Frerin's eyes, pulled his body into his arms and hugged him to his chest. Then he raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching scream.