This kind of hit me at four in the morning and I was up till six working on the first three chapters so those are sure to be post very quickly and the others ones are just begging me to write them!
Anyway hope of you like this story it kind of hits you right in the feels I should think.
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Most of this is based off of the movie just so you know.
WARNING : Last moments of our beloved Hobbit characters so character death. You may cry, I know I did.
DISCLAIMER : I do NOT own 'The Hobbit', any of its characters, the plot line or anything that you may recognize from J.R.R. Tolkien's original works all the credit for it goes to his crazy awesome brilliant mind.
Now without further ado here is the first chapter,
Ever at your service,
LonelyWinterRose
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Summary
Grief. Tragedy. Loss. Hardship. They all knew their fair share of each, some more than others, but all of them none the less. The sad last reflecting thoughts of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield at each of their deaths. Character death. Sad theme's. Thorin, Fili, Kili, Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, Ori, and Bilbo's last thoughts before their deaths.
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Thorin
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He's been through a lot.
He lost his mother and grandmother along with the Kingdom he had been told from a young age he was going to inherit and rule when he got older all on one single day to a Dragon.
He and his people were betrayed by those they thought to be their allies, the Elves of the Woodland Realm of Greenwood, who were lead in their deceit by their King, Thranduil.
His people struggled for years after that never being able to stay in one place for long, next to no one offered them help and both the young and old died from cold, sickness and starvation.
He himself, once a Prince, had been forced by their circumstances and fate to toil as a blacksmith in the villages of men doing work he once reserved for a class lower than himself.
His grandfather, King Thror, had long ago, before the fall of Erebor, fallen to Dragon Sickness, an ailment that festers in Line of Durin's blood, this sickness is what had drawn the dragon Smaug to Erebor in the first place, because King Thror had coveted and collected gold enough to feed his entire race for several generations and this is nothing more Dragon love more than gold of which the Dwarves of Erebor had plenty.
It was in his sickness after Erebor fell that he ordered what was left of his people to reclaim the Lost Kingdom of Moria which had long ago fallen to Durin's Bane along with Goblin's and Orc's who then inhabited it.
The Battle of Azanulbizar was the outcome of Thror's madness and greed of wanting to reclaim Moria.
It was at this Battle where Thorin watched his Grandfather be beheaded by the Pale Orc, Azog the Defiler.
His father Prince Thrain, then King in Thror's death, went mad with rage and was wounded unable to continue fighting, he disappear with no trace not very long after.
Thorin himself, still much to young to know war, fought Azog and dealt him a deadly blow by severing his arm but the satisfaction of revenging his grandfather had not been enough to save him from the grief that gripped him when he sat exhausted and so very tired of it all holding his younger brother Frerin in his arms as he died from his wounds that he had acquired in that fateful battle.
His own younger sister, Dis, lost her husband and One Vili in the same battle leaving his young sister-son Fili without a father and his sister with child, that unborn child would never know his father.
The years that followed were hard and harsh, he took on the responsibility and mantle of leading his people and after a long time, their numbers weeded to an all time low after losing so many first when Erebor fell and second at the Battle of Azanulbizar, he finally settled them in the Blue Mountains where he not only became an Uncle but also a father figure to both his sister-sons Fili and Kili.
Over the years he held out hope of finding his father who had disappeared after the battle but he was never found.
If all that grief and strife was not enough the Quest he assembled to reclaim Erebor at the encouragements of the Grey Wizard Gandalf surely dealt another blow to him, this time an all to real and deadly one.
After being hunted and chased by Orc packs and facing the Elves who betrayed him, he found that Azog the Defiler still lived and had not died of the blow he dealt him at the Battle of Azanulbizar, this brought up past hurts he hoped had long been pushed aside and forgotten.
He also discovered from Gandalf that his father was in deed dead and had passed into the Halls of Mandos many years previous, meaning that all those years of holding out hope and chasing phantoms, all the searching he did to try in find him was gone to waste and done for naught.
He had faced and suffered under the Dragon Sickness himself forsaking the well being the Company, his Kin, and his own sister-sons along with starting a War and nearly killing their hired Burglar, Bilbo Baggins, whom he had come to call friend.
When he finally broke the hold the Sickness had over him it had been to late and the Battle of Five Armies had already started.
He unknowingly sent his sister-sons to their deaths when he sent them to scout out Raven Hill for signs of movement, for any signs of Azog.
Fili died there by Azog's own hand, his eldest sister-son, his Heir, his beloved nephew, a boy who was like a son to him in all but blood, his and their peoples hope for better days gone, dead, never to smile or laugh again.
Following his death Kili his youngest sister-son fell to rage and grief much like Thrain did before he disappeared for he had wittiness his older brothers death, had seem him fall from the tower, and had laid eyes on his brothers dead body which had landed right in front of him.
Kili went after his brothers killers and while doing so heard the Elf, who he had begun to love in the short time he knew her, Tauriel's call for him and went to aid her in her fight against Bolg, Azog's spawn, only to die at his hand.
Thorin did not even know of his youngest sister-sons death when he faced off Azog himself.
The fight was uneven and had been long in the coming but once again when he had tricked Azog into falling through the ice the Pale Orc once again proved to not be able to remain dead and burst through the ice after stabbing Thorin in foot the pain making him hesitate, unable to move quick enough to survive what was to come.
The struggle had been short and ended with Thorin his back to the ground, Azog standing above him his sword-arm pointing down towards his chest only stayed from piercing him by his own blade hold it back.
But Azog's strength had been greater than his and he saw himself losing as the strength in his arms slowly began to fail him.
He faced his greatest fear Of being too helpless to save himself and his kin, too many had he already failed, his own brother and sister-son in that count, and soon saw that the only way to kill Azog would be to let the Pale Orc land a killing blow on him first.
A life for a life, in his mind it seemed only fair and he did not think more on it than that.
So he removed his own blade and Azog ran him through the pain reminding him of battles past giving him the strength to end it all and he stabbed Azog with Orcrist the elvish blade sinking through Azog's chest plate like knife through butter, flipped them so he was on top of the Orc straddling him as he pushed his blade through his enemy until it pierced the ice below.
Only after watching the life fade from his enemies eyes did he stagger away feeling death come closer and closer to claiming him.
In his last moments he relived his life, all that he had failed and so little he had saved.
Bilbo Baggins had been with him in the end, he had comforted him, forgiven him for all he had done to him, called him friend and perhaps more had they the time, and the last thing he heard, his head blessedly clear of Gold Sickness, of everything except regretful acceptance of his fate was, "Thorin... hold on. Hold on. The Eagles. The Eagles. The Eagles are here.".
And he knew that he could rest in peace despite all that had happened throughout his life, he was at his end and he accepted it as his own atonement, his reward, for he would see his dead kin again one day perhaps many, many, years from then and all would be alright.
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So yeah I did this, it's sad I know, but it just hit me and I had to share it. So I did and here it is.
So what did you think? Was it a good start? Like it? Love it? Hate it?
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Next chapter : Fili's last reminincing thought's looking back on his life.
Until next time (Smiles and waves goodbye).
Ever at your service,
LonelyWinterRose