Note - Ok, so this came to me really randomly. I was watching the movie "Day after Tomorrow", and one of the characters says a line (Save as many as you can), and it really resonated with me. I happened to be thinking about the hobbit at the same time, and this sort of sprung into existence. Super sad, feels trip alert, I don't own anything etc. Anyways, enjoy.
"Amad!" Thorin screamed, staring in horror at the nightmare in front of him. Everywhere there was flames, the mountain shook with chaotic noise, but the young prince had eyes for only one. His beloved mother, her legs trapped underneath a boulder too large to lift. He raced to her side, clutching at her arms in panic. "I'm going to get you out," he promised her uselessly, voice rough with held back tears.
Lissa smiled weakly, her shaking hand coming up to caress her eldest child's face. "Thorin, dearest one, it will be alright." She stroked his cheek. "I love you, my little prince. You must look after your brother and sister."
"No amad, don't talk like that, you're going to be fine," he sobbed, cradling as much of her as he could reach. He met her eyes, seeing the regret that filled them, knowing there was no promise he could make to get her out, to keep their family whole, and it broke his heart. "What must I do?" he begged her.
Already her eyes were growing dull, but her last words filled him with determined purpose. "Save as many as you can, my son." Her eyes closed then, body going limp, and Thorin pressed a kiss to her forehead before grabbing the nearest wounded soldier and fleeing the mountain. He looked back only once, the memory of her face burned into his brain.
"I'm sorry amad, I love you."