WARNING - this contains stuff from BOTFA so don't read yet if you don't want to know what happens in the film.
This is just a few oneshots as a reaction to the new film. I watched it today and omg I was sobbing so much by the end - I can't believe it's over.
I don't own anything.
What if Fíli wasn't dead when he fell?
1. Fíli
I have failed. How could I have allowed myself to be caught by the pale orc, our greatest foe, killer of so many of the line of Durin. I struggle against his grasp but to no avail; there is no escape this time. He grabs me, lifts me into the air with one arm, dangling me over the edge of the high tower on which we stand. I can see my uncle, a tiny figure motionless on the ground far below. The orc shouts something in his foul language; I cannot tell what he has said. I grit my teeth, willing my face to remain calm, to betray no fear, for I am a prince of the line of Durin, and heir to the throne of Erebor.
Pain. He has stabbed me, the huge blade attached to his arm is now buried in my back. I gasp for breath, but the air will not enter my lungs. I can feel blood pouring down my back, and I know that this is a bad wound. Surely though, it cannot end like this, I am too young to die.
He drops me. The wind whistles in my ears as I fall. The seconds crawl past. It takes a long time to reach the ground.
I hit the ground hard, sprawled on my back. I must have broken something, but I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything, not even the huge jagged hole bored into my back. I try to move, to get to my feet, to crawl, even just to drag myself away. Nothing. My limbs will not obey me. I am helpless as a beetle on its back. I call out hoping in vain that help will come. All I hear is a horrible bubbling gurgle, my lungs contorting in pain where the blade has mangled my windpipe. Blood spills up my throat, filling my mouth with the iron tang of death.
Then I see him, stood just out of sight of the orcs behind a pillar. His face is twisted in raw terror, tears are dripping down his cheeks, splashing onto the ground with a surprising thud. Kíli, my foolish, reckless, beloved baby brother. I try to warn him with my eyes, to tell him to run, to get away, to live. He does not see – he darts out from his sanctuary, sword drawn, eyes blazing. I can see him no more – has Kíli gone, or has my vision failed me? Blackness overcomes me; I feel myself drifting, but I can still hear him, a battle roar of pure fury in which I can discern only one word. Fíli. It fades, growing ever more distant. He is gone. I hope I will not see him again soon. Forgive me mother, I can protect him no longer. This is the end for me.
I had to write something for Fíli, I thought the film skipped over his death too quickly, but it was the one that really got to me, I was hoping PJ might have let him live. :(
