This is my first story, so try not to be too harsh, although constructive criticism is highly smiled upon! I read the The Hobbit a while ago, so when I learned about Peter Jackson creating the Tauriel/Kili relationship, I knew that I would be devastated by the ending of BoFA. (they're my OTP) So to sooth my fangirl heart, here is my story!
Obviously, I own nothing. All characters belong to J.R. and Peter Jackson, so give them the credit for the wonderful characters!
Hot, muggy air descended upon the ruins of Dale, the battlegrounds, and the mountain realm of Erebor like a shadow. The tension and the grief was so thick an Elvish blade could easily slice through the mist, the way a freshly sharpened sword could cut through soft flesh. The battle had taken a great toll on the dwarves: their king had fallen, and their beloved princes were no where to be found. The orc army had finally fallen back, much to the relief of the Elvish, Dwarven, Human, and eagle armies. The time was coming near for the body collection, so every race could put their slain soldiers to rest once and for all.
A soft, evening light lit up the room, casting orange and red shadows all over the walls. Tauriel opened her eyes slightly, expecting to see the aftermath of battle surrounding her. Instead of a field of decaying corpses, a small room set in creams and white embellished her. Slowly, the memories starting slipping into her mind.
A disfigured orc, large enough to be Azog himself, was standing over Kili. She had to do something. Next thing she knew, she was flying over the ruins, attacking full speed to protect the short Dwarven prince. Lunge. Retreat. She thought to herself, the rush of battle as slow as molasses in her mind. Swords clashed, daggers were thrown, and bodies were beaten upon until exhaustion. The orc picked her up, and threw her across the desolation. Flying is what she though. I'm flying. Suddenly a hard surface crashed against her skull and back, causing her to crumple to the ground like a forgotten marionette. Before her eyes slipped into a deep sleep, she saw the orc lift his dagger and pierce it into Kili. A gasp was released from her damaged body and she was gone.
Tauriel sat up like Frankenstein being animated for the first time. "Kili!" she gasped aloud, only to hear the roughness of her own voice. A sudden pain rushed through Tauriel's system, as the entire story was like a fresh memory. She had been knocked out, and he had been killed. Tauriel's head started spinning. The world was moving in circles, and she was running in the wrong direction. A sudden sense of urgency came over her, and she jumped out of bed faster than she had ever knocked an arrow. The world all sank upon her, and she collapsed, unconscious. Elves rushed into the room, only to lift her back upon her bed to let her return to her dark slumber.
Kili thrashed about in his sleep. He tossed and turned, only to mumble one name every once in a while during his rest: Tauriel. The pretty she-elf had surely died, while he lay here clinging on to life in order to serve his people. He saw Fili die, and he was certain Uncle had died as well. There was only Kili.
He never actually saw her die, though. During the battle, he lay wounded upon the steps of the watch towers of Dale only to see her get tossed about like a puppet. She had blacked out when the orc returned. A stabbing pain pierced through his side, rupturing his appendix and slicing through the epidermis of his lower abdomen. Kili's eyes went fuzzy, and his heart stopped for a moment. The orc looked satisfied, and slowly turned to rid the world of the elf prince releasing arrows at the orc army. I must be dead, he thought, but the pain was all too real. He couldn't so much as whisper a word from his mouth, while his body was stuck in an uncomfortable position. Any movement whatsoever would bring the pain of his side and further damage his insides.
Hours later, Kili still layed alive while Tauriel rested among the ruins. Was she breathing? He couldn't tell. The slow rise and fall in her chest could easily be his eyes dripping over the loss of his brother, uncle, and possibly now, lover. Suddenly, pebbles moved behind him, disturbed by something he couldn't see. His heart started beating rapidly, and battle strategies rushed into his mind. Before he could even attempt to reach for his trusty bow, King Thranduil in his grace and ease stepped around boulders to only stroke the hair of Tauriel. Several minute-long seconds passed, and Thranduil bent to pick up the fallen she-elf. A moment of panic rushed through Kili's system, and before he could utter a word of protest, the world went dark.
He awoke in a hot flash, thinking only of his lover and if she had become one of the stars she admired so much.
Author's note: Thanks so much if anyone read the entire first chapter! I know it's short, but I felt like it would be a good place to stop. As I said before, reviews would be wonderful. If you guys like it so far, I'll continue the story. If not, I'll just make it up in my mind as I drift into slumber every night...Thanks for reading!