This is the preview for what's to come, very short which I hate to do to all of you, but I am a new writer. Things will get longer as a continue practicing.

Dwern was a skilled duel swordsman, and he had always been so proud of his eldest son, who seemed to have been born with a natural talent for it as well. He had noticed that at a young age Fili had great potential for the art, and it was when he had noticed, that he had begun to train him. He had planned to teach him all he knew, but there would be one unfortunate event, that would cut him short of that.

It was getting late one night while they were sparing with each other, and they had simply lost track of the time. They agreed to one last spare and they would head home, but when they began sudden strange sounds vibrated all around them. "Fili, stay close to me." Dwern ordered.

"Pa, what's happening?" Fili asked, but did as he was told. Dwern didn't respond, rather traded training swords for real ones, the only two he brought that day. He had never gone anywhere without his own swords, even when he wasn't intending to use them. He handed Fili one of them, feeling uncomfortable with him being unarmed. When took a stance, Fili caught on and did the same, and then he looked toward the sounds, toward the roaming shadows watching them.

They all came out, all at once, from all around, and ran at the father son pair. At first Fili held his own just fine, until they were separated when Fili had to dodge a swing from a goblins great axe. Then almost immediately was caught off guard by another that jumped on top of him and began strangling him. Time was now ticking quicker for Dwern; he pushed for faster swings as he made his way to save his son.

He sliced through a goblin in his way had chopped off the head of the one that was killing Fili, its body lopped over to one side following its head. Fili wasn't moving; Dwern fell to his knees beside him, and searched for a pulse on his bruised neck. He found it, but he still wasn't breathing, his chest was still. Dwern, on impulse, began breathing for him, passing air from his own lungs, into his son's.

Then he was pulled away, by a goblin he thought he had felled, but it had gotten back up on its feet to attack Dwern with vengeance. It didn't have a weapon, but neither did Dwern, he left it next to his son. They started throwing punches, until the goblin picked up an abandoned sword and the ground, from one of its comrades. Dwern found nothing near, and dodged the goblins attacks taking a bit of a hit here and there. He managed to get a hold of a broken off stick, probably from the handle of an axe, and took a risk to get in close.

Everything fell silent then, Dwern had lodged the sharp end of stick deep into the goblin's eye, and brain, but when he stepped back, he found its sword lodged into his belly. As he removed it, he started feeling the pain, and the weakness, but before he gave into it made his way back to his son. He again fell beside him and began breathing his last breaths into his son, determined that he live.

His dying breaths became his son's living ones when Fili finally woke and began gasping and choking on his own air. Dwern let the last of his body fall, his energy spent, he found his son above him through blurring vision. "Dayamu Khuzan ai-menu, my son." Were the last words Dwern would speak, before death took him. Fili, who could not speak, cried for his father, and as he did time seemed to stop. It had stopped until his uncle Thorin forced it back upon him.