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The Lion's Advisor
Kili always thought he was like a lion with his golden main of hair. Fiercely loyal. Unwaveringly loving. Courageous to a fault.
Fili.
Yes. A lion. But a quiet one, prowling softly in the background. So softly that he was sometimes- regrettably- forgotten; lost in the shadows of louder, more combustible men. Dwarves. Elves. Any species, any place you could think of he'd been there. Poised, concealed within himself. Kili sometimes thought that he was the only winner in their game of hide and seek.
Fili.
He always idolised him when they were young. His brother, always ready to pounce- be it sword drawn on a pack of orcs or hands outstretched to steady a certain dwarfling before he tumbled in to a river. Fili would always be prepared.
Fili
He wasn't prepared for the future. He was stooped under the weight of being heir to a throne that no longer existed, a throne his Uncle strove to reclaim and a throne to which- at first- Kili blindly bowed. But it wasn't theirs, not really. More a distant daydream of a bygone age. Fili's throne was a boulder, his court thirteen dwarves, one hobbit and a measly campfire.
Fili.
His advisor was a fool, distracted by the charms of an unattainable dream and the lustre of gold, a lustre that should have blinded him but didn't. Because a lion, a King, (but first and foremost a brother) had taught him well.
Fili.
And now that golden hair was covered in snow, regal features marred by crimson blood. Dead, felled by a poacher with brutal aim. But that was alright, because Kili was dying too. And soon they would live amongst their ancestral kin, feast and drink and make merry to their heart's content. Kili thought, after all the pain and blood and gore he'd gone through, that he deserved it. And Fili even more so.
Fili. Heir, warrior, ignored, misjudged. But, moreover, loved.
