As I lay on the ground, waiting for my final breath to be drawn, my head fell to the side, my eyes meeting Fili's soft gaze. I strained to weakly reach out, trying my very hardest in these final moments, very gently my finger tips reach his rough, yet soft and warm dwarven hand, which welcomed me by ever so gently pulling my fingers into its grasp. I had every intention of confessing my love to him one last time, but his eyes ever so slowly closed, a single tear rolling down his bloodstained cheek, his hand falling open. I stared at him, my brother, my beloved, lying in an eternal sleep before me for what felt to be an eternity, two tears were all I had the energy to cry before the enveloping darkness of death passed over and consumed me.
