The field was chaos. Dwarves, Men and Elves fought tirelessly against the menacing goblin-warg army. Bloodied corpses were strewn all across the field, and eagles flew through the sky. A massive bear charged at the goblins, who howled in terror as the bear ripped them to shreds with his claws.

In the midst of all the hellish carnage, there was yet one noble sight to be beheld. The two heirs of Durin, brothers Fili and Kili, nobly defended their wounded uncle, the great Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain.

Fili and Kili fought side by side. Their beloved uncle lay behind them, bloodied and injured. The brothers were a blur, a flurry of movement, destroying all enemies who dared to come near.

Fili swung his two swords expertly, cutting in to goblin after goblin, warg after warg. The more skilled with a sword, he cut the goblins as they attempted to try to come near the great king.

Kili, however, was more skilled with a bow, and he fired with deadly accuracy unmatched by any goblin.

With a twang, one of Kili's arrows hit its mark and a beastly goblin fell, dead near his feet. Fili slashed at one's hand, and oily black blood poured out of the deep wound. It howled in pain and fled.

An arrow spun through the air, hitting its aim. Fili cried out in pain and clutched his shoulder, where the arrow had hit. A warg took this opportunity to jump him, going for his neck. Fili slashed its throat before it could get too close. He cried out in pain as a blade impaled his abdomen, before being roughly yanked out. Kili could only watch in horror as his brother fell to the ground.

At the younger brother's distraction, the same goblin archer sent an arrow towards him. It struck Kili in the arm, but the young Dwarf barely felt it as he pulled it out swiftly and spun around to face his attacker. The goblin sneered before being abruptly slain by one of Dain Ironfoot's men.

Kili jumped to defend his brother, who was on the ground, still and unmoving. Looking at his body made Kili want to throw up, but he continued fighting for his brother and uncle.

Three arrows loosed in rapid succession struck Kili in the chest. He fell to the ground.

He immediately realized that something was wrong. He felt slow and heavy, and could barely move. It took an immense deal of effort to just crawl the short distance to where his older brother lay. Fili's head was turned towards him, and Kili saw the pained look in his brother's eye. He tried to speak to him, to say that they would be fine, it would be alright, they had been through worse together, they would make it out alive. But his tongue was thick and heavy in his mouth, and he was unable to make out the words.

Kili watched as his brother, his older brother with whom he had laughed with and joked with and suffered with, who had been his constant companion for seventy seven years, a great nephew and a loving brother, slipped away. Kili watched as his brother's eyelids drooped and fell shut.

No. No! Fili couldn't be dead, no! He wanted to cry, wanted to jump up and slay the entire army of goblins and wargs on that field for taking away his brother, his best friend. But he found himself paralyzed, barely able to breathe properly, never mind fight. His last thoughts were of his uncle. Would Thorin be alright? If not… All of his life had had lived recklessly, content in the sure knowledge that should anything go wrong it would be Fili, not he, who would be next in line to the throne. But now… He slowly realized that he would not have to worry much longer, as he felt an odd lightness as his own eyelids slowly closed. He briefly reflected on all the things he had loved in this world. Rain, flowers, food, music, archery- his uncle and his brother. These were the things that had brought him happiness and he blearily wondered what was in store for he and his brother now, before drifting off in to nothingness.

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Tabitha Creedon slowly closed her laptop. It had been another hard day at work for the nineteen year old author, and she was quite ready to go to bed for the night. She stood to exit her study, briefly glancing down at the new children's book she was writing.

As she walked in to her room, she was greeting by a familiar sight. Lynx, her Persian cat, was curled up in her bed pillows. Her three exotic fish, Costa Rica, Jamaica and Antigua floated lazily in their tank on her desk.

"Hey Lynxie." Tabitha, or "Tabby" as she was commonly called, greeted with a yawn. As she changed into her pajamas, she accidentally knocked a picture off of her bedside table. She reached down to pick it up, and was greeted by her grinning face. She and her younger sister, Ashley, posed in a comical fashion, making faces. Tabby smiled at her image, the slightly overweight redhead, with her shoulder length curls tied back in a tight knot and her green eyes wide behind purple glasses.

Tabby missed her sister. Ever since she had moved out, she hadn't seen either Ashley or her other sister, Clarice, much. Actually, she didn't see much of any of her family members at all, with Tabby so focused on her writing all the time. She was lucky if she spoke with her mom over the phone once a day.

"Ah, but such is the life of a writer." Tabby commented to Lynx, crawling in to bed. She quickly fell into a light sleep.

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Tabitha was awoken at precisely three in the morning by two loud bangs that seemed to come from her front parlor. Lynx hissed in surprise, but Tabby shushed her.

"What the hell was that?" She whispered to her cat, before realizing that she was whispering to a cat, and quickly jumping out of bed. She pressed her ear against one of her walls, knowing that she could hear directly in to the front parlor from that exact spot.

There was silence.

'Oh god, oh god, oh god,' Tabby thought to herself, inwardly terrified. 'Don't freak out, you', she scolded herself mentally. 'Be strong. For the cat.' As you can see, Tabitha doesn't have many friends.

Grabbing a flashlight, she hesitantly walked out of her room, into the living room. Nearly tripping over the couch again, she slowly walked to the door of the parlor. She could still hear nothing. She fleetingly wondered if there was an insane man with a gun waiting for her to open the door, but she pushed these thoughts aside nervously.

As she slowly opened the parlor door, she shone the light in to the room, behind the miniature table. What she saw made her scream in horror and slam the door.

There were two figures lying on her floor. They were not moving, there was blood, and Tabitha was nearly certain that they were deceased.

AN: So, what do you think? I fell in love with the book last year, and then I saw the movie. One word- amazing. And Kili- hot damn, that's a dwarf? So, did I write the death scene well? How do you like Tabitha? Is she sue-ish? Who are the figures? And the most important question of all- are Fili and Kili really dead?

I would love constructive criticism, but no flames please. Remember, flames make hobbits cry.