If Igive you your peace, can you give me mine
Kili felt strangly at peace.
He had died, he knew that. He had know for some time, but not for how long.
He died in battle, protecting his brother and uncle, making sure that they would leave those fields of blood shed and misery safe.
Well, almost safe. He knew they were wounded, but they would survive.
He wouldn't, he knew that as soon as he set foot on those fields.
These, these fields he though to himself. Because he was still there. He wasn't able to leave. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't.
Each time he reached the border of the fields, there where the bloodstains stopped, he couldn't move away.
He was chained to these miserable fields.
"KILI!"
Kili winced. The sound of his brother screaming his name still fresh on his mind. He had woken up to those screams.
"KILI!"
Except he hadn't.
"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! KILI! YOU CAN'T! WHAT ABOUT MOTHER?!"
"Mother?" Kili wispered. Clinging to the front of his tunic. He didn't want to see this again, it hurts him to much.
"Fili, why are you crying? Why are you screaming like that?"
"No," the words escaped him as a breath. "I don't want to."
"Fili?" Wait is that . Me?
Kili fell to his knees. He was shivering violently.
KILI!
His scream ecoed through the silence. It was the only thing he could do. Scream. Hoping that one god or another would hear him and grand him his passage to the after life.
As much as he was fine with being dead, he wanted these visions to stop.
A low chuckle took Kili by surprise. No one had been on the fields since the dwarves and elfs had come back to collect to bodies.
The sound wasn't unpleasant. I was a friendly chuckle, and it made him think of uncle Thorin.
He thought it would be another trick of his mind, and expected to see thorin, smiling down on him.
But instead his eyes locked with those of a big wolf.
Their eyes held a twinkle, as if they were smiling.
"What seems to be the problem, my prince?" A low voice ecoed through Kili mind.
"I died master Wolf, that is the problem."
They chuckled again. "Ah, but my prince, death is only a problem when you make it into one."
Kili frowned at their words. "You don't seem so troubled by death, master Wolf. How come?"
The wolf's eyes grew, the twinkle brightening, as if Kili's question amused them. "I was the very first to experience death, young prince. You know little of this world and even less about death and life."
The wolf waited after those words, letting them sink into Kili's mind. Yes, Kili thought, next to this spirit I am only a child.
"My prince, it seems that you can not find your peace."
Kili sighed. "Yes master Wolf. I am being haunted. Not by my past or my future,which I don't even have anymore, but by the present that could have been." Kili shifted from his knees to sit on his bottom, which was more comfortable. "You see, I should be celebrating the homecoming to de mountain Erebor with my brother now. But instead they are mourning my death and I am talking to a gigantic wolf."
The wolf chuckle again, they seemed to be enjoying themselfs. "Well my prince, I can't find my peace, much like you. And my soul is old and restless, but i can not pass on. Sometimes I make myself a body, to roam the land of the living. Now I think, I have seen enough from it again. I want you to have it. "
Kili's eyes widened in surprise. "But master Wolf, you can not do that. What would happen to your soul."
"HA!" The wolf threw back his head, a thundering laugh ripping through the silence. "I am an ancient spirit young prince, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want."
Kili smiled, still unsure if this mad plan would work.
"Now my prince, I am going to leave this body and when I do I will leave a void. Whatever you, and how much it might hurt, do not struggle agains it. The pain will not last and you will be alive." The wolf paused. "Do you understand?"
"Yes master Wolf, I won't struggle."
"Good." The wolf smiled at him, one last time.
Then something ripped through Kili, like a hook. Stabbing his back and jerking him forward. Into the body. Oh, how it burned. Kili screamed, pian and agony flow inside him. But he didn't want to struggle agains it.
And then, it was gone. He felt a breeze running through his thick fur. He felt it.
He felt, alive.
A/N:
Please note, I'm not English, so I'm not really familiar with writing old English. Please tell me if there are things that aren't quite right, also I'll be happy to hear what you think of it.
The wolf in this story is a dire wolf, an extinct animal. This animal could grow to a height of 1.5 m (4.9 ft), which is the height of a pony(note: horses and pony aremeasured from the withers, with is located somewhere near the shoulders)
Please correct me if I wrong or if you feel I left something out.
Thank you for reading.