This is an early birthday oneshot for Akilah Swiftblade.
Mum left the room after putting Kili and I to bed. The room was dark, and Kili must have been feeling a little frightened, because he snuggled up to me a little closer than he normally did.
"Can you sing me a song, Fili?" he is little voice came through the darkness.
"Of course, Kili," I replied, than began singing:
"Hush little dwarfling don't you cry,
Fili's gonna sing you a lullaby.
And if that-"
"No, not that one," he interrupted, "something new, something I've never heard before."
I was quiet, wracking my brain for a song that I hadn't sung him yet. I ended up deciding to make one up on the spot. I hummed for a minute, searching for the right tune. All of Balin's lessons came flooding back at me. I had it! I would make a song about Erebor, how we lost it and how we are going to get it back. The words just seemed to come from someone other than me, then, though it was my voice.
"Far over, the Misty Mountains cold,
to dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away, ere break of day,
to find our long, forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring, on the height,
the winds were moaning, in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
the trees like torches, blazed with light."
As my voice trailed off with the last word, I heard a noise by our door. Looking up, I saw Uncle Thorin, Mum, Balin, Dwalin, and Bofer.
"That was beautiful, son," said Mum in a choked sort of voice, almost like she was about to cry.
"Aye, it was," agreed Dwalin. Balin pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.
"Could you sing it again?" asked he. I nodded, and began again, the words somehow written inside me. I knew I would never forget them. Half way through the first verse, Bofer joined me on his flute. When I had reached the second verse, Mum and Dwalin were humming along. And when I had only two lines left, Uncle Thorin began singing with me.
When we finished, I looked down at the dark head leaning against me. Before I knew it, I too was asleep. Somebody must have covered us with a blanket, but neither Kili or I remember it. That song became the theme song, as it were, for the quest. I'd sing it every night for Kili, and sometimes he would sing it for me. Two months ago, we had sung it at Bag End, Master Baggins', or as Kili likes to call him, Master Boggins' house. I look down at my brother now, sleeping peacefully. The orc wound took a lot out of him. Uncle Thorin would not allow him to come the rest of the way to Erabor. To look upon the mountain he has dreamed of ever since I sang The Song. It was only the combined efforts of Oin and the Elf-lady, I think she called herself Tauriel, to save him. It would have killed me to lose him, as it would have killed Mum. I swore to her, before we left, that he would come home, or she would go to Erebor to see him. I intend to keep that promise with my life, if need be.
The Elf-lady is gone now, and I hear a voice coming from the bed. Softly my brother sings, and Oin, Bofer, and I join him.
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches, blazed with light.
Happy Early Birthday, Akilah Swiftblade! Thank you so much for telling me about fanfiction while you were still Doodler100! I'll be at church on Palm Sunday, so I had to get this up early. I hope you have a wonderful fanfiction birthday.
May the Valar guide your pen,Nimrodel