Hello ,This will be my second story written on this site and I am still getting used to it. So bear with me through this terrible writing phase. 3
(Kili's POV)
He could not believe it the stories were true there were actual stone giants. How cool was that? The stories he would tell. The ground jerked underneath him and started shaking. Surprise quickly turned to fear as he saw the ground crack underneath him.
"What's happening?" He shouted over the noise. Fili looked at him. He could see the fear in his eyes.
"Kili... Kili grab my hand." Fili shouted reaching for him. He could feel the horror come over him as he saw his brother being torn away from him. He looked up and he finally realized they were on the knees of a stone giant. Another lurch knocked him to the ground. A sharp pain ricocheted through his skull as his head hit the floor. He looked up to see the others jumping to a ledge.
"Kili!" Thorin yelled. "Run!" He stumbled to his feet and made for the ledge, but the giant moved backwards.
"Nooo!" His Uncle yelled gripping his sword tightly. He shook his head. He had to find a safe spot until this was over. He started to move back along the wall gripping it as the giant shook. He squeezed into a narrow crack in the wall, it wasn't much, but it would stop him from falling off. He looked back and saw his brother on the other knee.
"Fili!" He shouted. His voice was whipped away in the wind. Foolish, Kili, he can't save you, no one can. Where did that thought come from? He gasped as the giant gave a shriek. He watched in horror as its head was knocked off of its body. Oh Durin its going to fall and we are all going to die. He sought out his brothers face only to see them veering straight into a rock face.
"NOOOOOO!" He screamed, "Fili... FILI!" He turned his head away. He's dead, Fili is dead. It cannot be. He felt something run down his cheek, raising a hand to his face it came back wet. I will not cry. He thought, straightening up. He looked up and found the ledge where his Uncle Thorin was running where Fili's crushed body will be. Even though he knew he could not see him, he gave his uncle a salute before closing his eyes as the world turned sideways. I will see you again my brother.
(Thorin POV)
Kili was being torn away from him. He stood in shock as he watched his youngest get further away. Frantically he looked for his eldest. They sailed right by them on the other knee.
"Jump!" He yelled, his voice was whipped away by the groaning on the giant whose head had just been knocked off. Horror that was all he felt as his Heir and half of the company was crushed.
"NOOO." He cried, running forward. "No Fili!" he turned the corner and let out a sigh of relief. They had made it. The dwarves were piled on top of each other. They must have jumped off at the last minute.
"They're alright, they're alive." Someone called back to the others. Kili will be happy... Oh no Kili! He turned and came face to face with Fili.
"Thorin where is Kili." Fili asked, fear flooding his eyes. His silence just made him more scared.
"Thorin where is my brother." Fili shouted, tears threatening to take over. Stiffly he walked over to the ledge and looked at the falling giant. There he saw a small figure looking up at him. He choked back a sob. Kili. Fili had just followed his gaze when Kili saluted to them before relaxing and closing his eyes.
The silence was deafening as no one dared to speak, mourning the loss of the young dwarf prince. Fili's quiet sobs could be heard as Bilbo tried his best to comfort him. He felt a little guilty for what he had said to the Hobbit, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize. Bilibo was trying his best to comfort Fili but he looked up in despair for someone to rescue him.
Thorin could almost feel Fili's sorrow. It took one look from his grief stricken nephew for Thorin to go to his side. When he crouched down and laid a tentative hand on Fili's shoulder, Fili whipped around burying his face into his robes. He looked to the ceiling trying to hold back his tears. He pressed his lips against Fili's forehead and murmured a song to him until he fell asleep.
Close your eyes, my little one,
And let the dreams unfold.
Sleep and dream, my little one,
Dreams of a dragon's gold.
May Mahal protect you,
During the darkest night.
May Mahal protect you,
From illness and from fright.
Close your eyes, my little one,
You'll have a Mithril toy.
Sleep and dream, my little one,
Most precious gem and joy.
Wiping his face he straightened up and returned to his bed role. He turned onto his side. Oh Kili, what will Fili and I tell your mother. He allowed one last tear to roll down his face before forcing sleep to wash over him.
Thorin was jolted awake as the ground moved underneath him. He struggled to get to his feet. He looked up and saw Bilbo standing at the mouth of the cave fully packed looking on with shock as the floor began to swing in. The hobbit was going to leave us the traitor.
"Wake up, wake up." He shouted to his company. Fili jerked awake, wild eyes darting around the cave. He felt his heart clench as Fili started to call for his brother before looking numbly for the split in the ground. He made eye contact with Fili before they plummeted into the mountain.
(Kili's POV)
He was floating on an endless cloud. When he stepped, he felt nothing underneath him, yet he was not falling. Falling Everywhere he turned there was white with the smell of honey. Where am I? He suddenly felt uncomfortable with the all white. The smell of honey started to smell more like blood. Why am I not in my bed... Images came rushing past him, his mother giving him and Fili tearful hugs, the journey, Bilbo, trolls, the mountain... Stone Giants. Then he was sucked back into his past.
FLASHBACK
He saluted to his uncle then closed his eyes. He faintly heard someone scream his name and his eyes shot back open. A flash of golden hair. Fili! He was alive! Oh my Durin he was plummeting to his death on the knee of a giant!
Quickly he swung his pack from his back, stumbling to the ground as the Giant's arm glanced off the rock. He shuffled through his bag, panic threatening to overwhelm him. Finally, he tugged a length of rope out of his bag.
Fastening one side around his waist and arm, he reached for his arrows. The giants slammed into a ledge and he fell forwards breaking his quiver from his back. He watched in horror as the arrows slid out and fell over the edge.
"NOO." He lunged forward and grabbed for the arrows, letting out a sigh of relief as he caught three of the precious arrows. He grabbed the other end of the rope and wove it around his only metal arrow he brought with him. Making sure it was secure, he shoved the broken quiver and the other two arrows into his pack and put it back on. He did not have much time he could make out the ground arriving ready to crush his every bone.
Kili grabbed his bow, latching onto the stone as they once again rammed into a ledge. Gritting his teeth, he knocked his arrow. Frantically he searched for a possible soft spot in the rock. Looking down, he realized it was now or never. He steadied his hand as much as he could... And let loose.
The arrow sunk into the rock. Not enough. Kili thought. It was not deep enough to stop him from falling, but it might soften the blow. Oh Durin this is going to hurt. Still better than dying. He thought as he was painfully yanked into the air.
*SNAP*
He screamed in pain as his arm was dislocated from his shoulder. He had no time to gasp before he slammed into the rock face. He let out another cry as his head connected with the rock. No. Darkness started to cover his eyes NO The arrow broke loose from the mountain and he fell. He knew it wasn't even a minute, but it felt like an hour. He did not scream when he hit a ledge and was pierced with many shards of rock. He did not yell when when he felt his arrow sink into his abdomen. He did, however cry when he saw the ground covered in rock, greeting him with its stony fingers.
It was only then that he allowed the darkness to take him away from the fear of falling.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Oh" Was all he said as he saw the blue start to leak into the white. The smell of Honey was now completely replaced with the smell of blood; the feeling of nothingness sunk into agonizing pain. He tried to sit up, only to fall back onto the ground with a muffled scream as he pressed his uninjured hand to his mouth.
More slowly this time he pulled himself up and leaned up against what looked like a giant foot. Wincing Kili ran his hands through his hair. He let out a small gasp as he took in the sight of his body. His legs were battered and bloody. He let out a sigh of relief as he made sure they were not broken. Sharp pieces of rock were embedded in his back. Groaning, he reached back, biting his lip as he tugged them out.
"AHHH" He cried, tears falling down his dirt streaked face. Blood was pooled around him. It looked old, maybe a few hours or so. He wrinkled up his nose and looked up. The giant's head was laying in front of him seemingly looking as if it was laughing. He let out a laugh, which quickly turned into a cry, as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Looking back down he saw the snapped arrowhead producing from his abdomen.
"I am going to need two hands for this." Kili laughed again, only grimacing this time despite the pain. Sobering up at the thought of his dislocated arm he placed his injured arm in between two rocks and took hold of his bicep, closing his eyes before yanking upwards. Tears flooded his eyes as he screamed. He put his hands in his face and wept.
"I cannot do it." He cried out. Never had he felt this much pain. What would Uncle Thorin do Kili. STOP CRYING, warriors do not cry. He sniffled and angrily wiped the tears away. His gaze slid down to the arrow once again and he pressed his hand firmly on his skin. He ignored the sharp pain as he grabbed hold of the arrow. On the count of three Kili He told himself.
One
Two
He yanked the arrow out and his eyes widened as he let out a blood curdling scream. He fell heavily against the foot, pressing his hand to the wound. So much blood, He had to stop it. He ripped part of his tunic into strips and tightly wrapped it around his stomach. That would have to do. Gotta find Fili and the company. He thought, gasping.
He slowly got up. He tried to take a step only to fall back onto the foot, breathing heavily. This won't do. He looked around and saw his bow laying next to his pack. His hand flew to his side. Grinning, he drew his sword. At least I didn't loose my sword Thorin would kill me. He slid it back into its sheath and slowly made his way to his other items.
Falling to his knees with a grunt, he inspected his bow. Apart from a few scratches it seemed unscathed. His quiver had a big chunk of the missing side. Sighing, he thought This was my favorite one.
Luckily Kili always kept an extra leather quiver with him. He fastened it to his back with the remaining two arrows, which were also in great shape apart from some bent feathers. Wincing as the leather scraped against his back. He got shakily to his feet. Using his bow as a crutch he walked around until he found a good walking stick to use.
He had to find the others, before the darkness found him again.
Well, this is my first story on fanfiction that will be more than one chapter. I do not think I shall make it a long story. If you have any question or suggestion I will gladly respond :)