A/N : I have added more to this chapter - I wasn't happy with how it finished, sorry XD, please enjoy
Chapter I – Speech
Amin merna quen. (I wish to speak)
Fíli shifted in his sleep, instantly regretting the movement as a sharp and deafening throbbing in his skull threated to full awake him. He let out a small moan and buried his face further into the pillow, forcing himself to relax into the fur and warmth of the blankets of his bed.
Lav amin nae hilnual. (Allow me to speak)
Though he had not opened his eyes, Fíli felt the world of consciousness slip past him and the thumping left his head as sleep took him once more.
Amin anta hinual! (I need to speak)
It wasn't until Fíli heard a familiar voice near him some time later that he decided to crack an eye open. He blinked quickly against the harsh daylight that streamed through the open window in the corner of the room, squinting not only for protection from the sun but also the returning hammering of his head.
''Toror?'' (Brother?) He whispered causing his voice to crack. Fíli lowered his eyebrows as he attempted to search for the source of the voice, blinking continuously as his eyes began to water. A dark shape moved into his line of sight, but his eyes would not focus. Fíli tried to blink the sleep from his eyes as he looked up at the figure but a soothing hand was placed on his head and gently stroked his forehead before he saw clearly who his visitor was. This slow, calming movement began to dull the pain in his head and Fíli fell back into the pillows, closing his eyes instead of fighting the light.
''Fíli.'' The voice above him said softly and he reopened his eyes, happy to see that the figure now was stood in a way that blocked out most of the light. ''Thank Durin, you're awake.''
''Atara?'' (Ma?) Fíli asked, his voice straining. The hand on his head faltered.
''Fíli. It's me.''
''Atara...'' Fíli took a breath,''...amin dol'' (...my head) There was a silence that filled the room for several long moments before the hand reluctantly returned. Dís gave her son a small smile as she tucked a loose strand of golden hair over his ear and bent to kiss his forehead.
''Sleep now my darling. You need rest.''
Fíli sensed the presence leave his side, the gentle click of his mother's flat shoes floating through the air as she walked past the bed. Sleep didn't come as quickly as before and burying his throbbing head into the pillow Fíli was forced to endure the headache that was plaguing him. Though awake, he was obviously not aware enough to hear the closing of the bedroom door as Dís slipping from the room.
''Thorin.'' Dís' voice was sharp and demanding as he strode past her brother and son sat in the living room of the small house. Her face was murderous, making both other members of the family take a deep breath to prepare for the inevitable outburst. Thorin was the first to go after her. Sighing and slowly getting up from his comfortable position so close to the fire, he walked after his sister.
The Dwarven woman stood facing the sink as she grumbled under her breath, furiously scrubbing at a dirty mug in the lukewarm water. She stopped, clenching her fists as Thorin walked through the arched doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the wall and wondering what he had done now.
This wasn't a rare occurrence- his sister turning on him like this for a reason he could not see. Dís had never been afraid of telling people what she thought was an inappropriate way to behave to their face, even if they were older or not related to her by blood. It was one of the many characteristics that Thorin admired in his sister. He of course had the power to do so with in the Dwarven community as well, however only in the way of a 'king and his subjects'. Thorin found that his sister had no problem telling young Dwarflings that did not belong to her to stop what they were doing, even with their parents present and with her strong willed personality, Thorin had the added bonus of not having to worry about his little sister too much.
''Thorin,'' Dís shook her head, letting her dark curls and braids fly over her shoulder as he glowered at her brother. ''He's awake.''
''That's excellent.'' Thorin said, carefully picking his words before letting them out of his mouth. He had no idea why his sister was so angry at such wonderful news. Her eldest son had returned to the world of the conscious and the living and Dís stood before him, her jaw clenched and her hands on her hips that was obviously not a sign of celebration.
''Yes. Such excellent news.'' She swallowed. Thorin drew in a breath, sensing the sarcasm dripping from the words and noticing the way she her drew her tongue across the front of her teeth - something she had done since she was a young Dwarfling when angry or annoyed. ''You know what else is wonderful news-''
''Fíli's awake?'' Kíli's face appeared from behind the wooden archway, a grin plastered across his cheeks. ''Can I go see him, Ma? '' Thorin turned to his nephew, a look of complete bewilderment on his face as he raised a questioning hand.
''No! I have wonderful news,'' Dís continued. ''Thorin you will be so proud.'' She held up her hand as her youngest son opened his mouth to speak. She paused, enjoying the silence that followed as she dropped her arm back to her hip, raising an eyebrow. ''Thorin Oakensheild. I just had a remarkable conversation with my eldest son.'' She said softly. Dís gave a slight smile. The evil tint to this gesture made Thorin restless however he chose not to say anything, waiting for his sister to finish her sentence.
''Staggeringly,'' Dís said, widening her eyes. ''This conversation, from his part at least, was in Elvish.''
''Elvish.'' Kíli repeated after the silence got too much. His uncle's expression had not changed and his mother continued to stare straight at her brother, her too unblinking. ''Is it some kind of side effect?''
''Elvish?''
''Well what I can assume is Elvish.'' Dís nodded her head as the single word past through the entire family.
''Really?'' Thorin asked, his eyebrow's knitting in confusion.
''Really.''
''Oh Mahal.'' Thorin turned, running his hands through his hair. He stopped, and narrowed his eyes. Elvish. What? How did the boy know any Elvish, and why in Durin's name was he speaking it? Really the knock on his head couldn't have been all that bad for the boy to believe himself an Elf. Òin had said that his nephew was okay, he would recover without too many complications. Granted, Fíli had been out of it for a few days now - a few days longer than anyone had expected - however this was...this was more than unexpected. He had fallen from a horse that had been all. Well that is what the signs pointed too. The fact the Fíli had not told them what had happened exactly had meant that they had to base their theories on some guess work and riddle reading, however what hope was there now of them finding out truly what happened if the boy, the heir of Durin and the one day the king of the Lonely Mountain, lay bedridden spouting out Elvish.
Elvish? The boy was really speaking Elvish? Thorin shook his head.
''What did he say?'' Thorin asked, turning slowly to his sister. Though she instantly shrugged and her hands returned to her hips.
''Durin's beard, Thorin! How am I meant to know?'' She asked, widening her eyes in disbelief as if being excused of some terrible crime she did not commit. ''Do I look like I speak Elvish?''
Thorin lowered his gaze from his sister's piercing one and scratched his beard. Then it dawned on him. He turned to his youngest nephew, his jaw clenching as he bit his tongue.
''Kíli? '' Thorin asked. He paused to draw a calming breath before continuing. ''Kíli? How does your brother know Elvish?''
Explaining hadn't been easy.
What Kíli had wanted to do was make his mother and uncle understand the history behind the interest. How his brother and himself had once been ambushed by an Orc pack on an overnight hunting trip and found themselves in debt to twin Elves that had helped them slay the creatures and in the process, saved their lives.
The two Dwarves had eagerly welcome the pair into their camp - both out of gratitude and a new, shared interest in the wondrous race that they had been poisoned against for their entire lives.
Kíli had spent a large majority of the evening laughing with the younger of the twins - Elladan is he was not mistaken - as they swapped their most and least successful prank ideas. Fíli, however, had sat mesmerized by the soft language in which the two Elves corresponded in. It was now clear to Kíli that his brother must have asked to be taught some of the Elvish, Sindarin he believed Elrohir had referred to it.
''It was one night, uncle. No one could learn the entire Elvish language in one- night.'' Thorin grumbled quietly at his nephew's statement, scrapping up his hair and tying it into a low ponytail. It was obvious that news of this meeting had not pleased the two older Dwarves and Kíli chose to stand silently and wait for any indication of what was going to happen next.
''So, you fraternized with the enemy?'' Thorin said after the long silence that followed the brunet's tale.
''They're not the enemy,'' Kíli started, ''Elladan and Elrohir were nice.'' Dís scoffed andher brother folded his arms.
''Nice?'' Thorin repeated. ''Nice? Kíli, is nice not helping when you clearly have the chance and numbers to do so? Is nice abandoning innocent and helpless people to the desolation of a dragon? Is nice leaving those who still have a chance to die in pain and alone?'' Thorin asked, his voice growing is volume and in power.
''Ma?'' Kíli protested, turning to his mother in search of back up on his argument.
''Kíli,'' She said, shaking her head sadly. ''All Elves have done is prove their unwillingness to help and their ill-judgment. Kíli, Elves are monsters. Do not be fooled by two who seem pleasant.''
''So...''Kíli took a breath. He didn't know why their narrow mindedness was bothering him so much. However his hand shook with anger. ''So, does that make Fíli a monster then? Does it make him a monster to speak their language? Does it make us monsters for offering out our camp or enjoying our time in their company?'' Kíli said, the anger bubbling inside him.
''Of course not!'' Dís cried, a hand flying across her mouth to hide her gasp.
''Kíli, they are the reason we lost Erebor.'' His uncle hissed.
''No!'' Kíli glared back, ''That was the greed of Dwarves.''
The silence returned to the family, though it was clear that Thorin was not content with allowing his nephew the last, bitter words on the matter. He sighed, shaking his head.
''We do not know why Fíli is speaking Elvish - or if in fact it is truly Elvish in the first place.'' Thorin said as folded his arms across his broad chest, though his eyes showed no signs of optimism. Kíli lowered his gaze. It was obvious that his uncle had no more to say to him.
The probability that Dís had heard Fíli wrongly deemed to be small. However there still was a chance that Kíli was basing his argument on a miss hearing on his mother's part. This thought reminded him of the fact - the more important fact - that his brother was actually injured. After three days of not having a response from the blond, Kíli now realized how desperate he was to hear his brother's voice - even if he happened to be speaking Elvish.
''It is Elvish.'' Dís reassured, bringing Kíli back out of his stupor into the real world again.
''Maybe it was a joke?''
''No,'' She said, instantly protesting. ''I know my son, Thorin. He has never been the best at lying or creating jokes - that was always Kíli's forte - and if he's just woken up, then he would be utterly useless on that point for a good few hours.''
''Couldn't you take a guess at what he said?''
''No he didn't sign anything.''
Thorin sighed, ''Guess... we should go talk to him then.''
A/N:
''Hello there,'' Kili says, nudging his borther and pointing at the face through the screen.
''Wow,'' Fili smiles. ''You look amazing!''
''We weren't expecting someone so good looking.'' The brunet says.
''You really do suit your hair like that!'' Fili grins but his brother elbows him quickly.
''Fili, you'll scare them away, don't stare.''
''I'm sorry,'' Fili says, blushing. ''You're just too beautiful.''
''Anyway,'' Kili says,'' Thank you so much for reading this chapter -''
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The two brothers bow and give you a twin grin, waving.
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