AN: A little something I came up with to be a slight fix to Fili and Kili not dying together. Not used to writing Dwalin so hopefully I did him justice.
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Dwalin walks over to the foot of Ravenhill with what feels like boulders attached to his boots. He stops and his eyes stare at the broken and bloodied body on the ground. The lad didn't deserve what was dealt him; neither did his brother. Dwalin knew the moment Azog's sword entered Fili's chest they would lose both brothers. Fili was always where Kili was, and vice versa. It wasn't right to see the two of them separated. Something horrible always seemed to happen when the two of them were apart. The trolls, the stone giants when Fili crashed into the mountainside, when Kili was shot by Bolg's arrow, when Kili fell down the stairs at Lake town, and Ravenhill. And that was just during the quest; there was much more throughout their young lives.
The memory of Kili staring at Fili's body in shock flashes in Dwalin's mind. It leads to Kili furiously rushing up the stairs. Dwalin's gaze shifts over to the stairs and follows them up to where they disappear. Dwalin follows the rock up to the outpost and he stares at it for a moment. Taking a deep breath, Dwalin begins climbing up the stairs.
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Dwalin stands on the stone floor with his eyes glued to the unmoving form of Kili. He had never seen the lad so still before. Slowly, Dwalin walks over to the too young, dark-haired, Dwarf. He bends down, his gaze not missing the blood covering his chest. Ironic they both died from a stab through the chest. Dwalin carefully picks the lad up in his arms. He feels his eyes begin to water but at this point he doesn't care. Dwalin trudges through the hallways and down the stairs, the burden he carries far greater than the body in his arms. The tears begin to fall sporadically as he walks the long way to the bottom of the stairs.
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Dwalin walks down the last couple steps and turns the corner. His face is wet with the free falling tears and he stops as he comes up to Fili's body. It seemed to be an insurmountable sin that the brothers had died apart. Now Dwalin returned them to their rightful places; by each other's sides. Dwalin kneels down on one knee and gently sets Kili down on the ground next to Fili. He hears something fall and Dwalin looks down to see a stone. He picks it up and reads the Dwarvish rune, Return to Me. Dwalin had seen Kili playing with it on more than one occasion and Fili had mentioned their mother had given it to the young heir as a reminder of his promise.
Dwalin looks over at Kili and places the rock in his hand. He folds Kili's hand back around it and fresh tears fall. He looks up at the heirs' faces and sees they are facing each other. I'm sorry Dis, but I believe Kili returned to whom he had always meant to return to, Dwalin thinks as he looks over at Fili. The emotions being to much to control, between losing Thorin and Fili and Kili, Dwalin rests an elbow on his raised knee, bowing his head and covering his face with that hand. A sob wracks through his body as he gives in to the devastation and grief consuming him.
AN: Please review and send me some feedback! Thanks so much for reading!