Hi readers! Here's just a snap shot of a story that's been on my mind for a long time. I am a massive fan of the Hobbit and the Durin's *dribbles*. Its my first fic, so be gentle with me! I apologise in advance for any grammatical mistakes, I've tried my best but they still seep through. I would love comments and reviews. Supportive criticism is welcome, anyone being rude can just leave. Ain't anybody got time for that. Anyway I hope you enjoy! Much love x
I did not give much thought to my death. I knew it was an inevitable part of life, but it was not something I thought of often despite the world I was born into.
As I closed my sketchbook on the faces of those that I loved, I took a deep breath. This was it. Today was the day our parents hid us from, for all of those years. What they died for.
"Are you afraid sister?" Xander crouched down and held his hand to help me up, looking at me with concern, his voice trembling slightly.
"Yes, but we should not fear death itself. Death is not the opposite but a part of life. This is what we have to do. This will work Xander, it has to." I was impressed with myself, my voice came out clear and calm yet inside I was shaking with fear. I placed my sketchbook on the throne of my King, looking around at the mighty walls of Erebor. I understand now why the company wished for this place, it was truly beautiful. I would be honoured to call it my home.
My other brothers Henrion and Elijah walked in and the former announced, "it is time."
We embraced, the four of us. My boys and I. If I am to die, it will be with a smile on my face because we are doing this together. No matter what happens, we will always have one another.