Brothers
Fili and Kili were brothers. They were best friends. They were troublemakers. They were everything brothers were expected to be. They had been inseparable ever since they were small dwarflings. They had promised each other they would always be there to help each other out. And they always were. Until the Battle of the Five Armies.
They had been fighting together but they had been separated. They had noticed and tried to reach each other again but they couldn't fight through all the orcs to reach one another. That is, until they both watched their uncle, Thorin Oakenshield, fall.
Fili roared and destroyed his opponents to reach his fallen uncle but Kili just fought on with renewed determination. Kili had just reached Thorin and turned to around to face yet another orc when he saw his brother hit his knees after being run through with a sword. This time, Kili did roar and rushed to his brother's side, arriving just in time to catch him as he fell.
"I thi- I think this may be the end of my adventuring, Ki- Kili." Fili said, gasping.
"No! No, you can't leave me now! The battle's almost won!" Kili cried, trying to hold back sobs as his older brother lay dying in his arms. Right at that moment, an orc arrow pierced through Kili's armor and into his heart.
"Hmm…. Kili, yo- you seemed to have lost you- your concentration there." Fili said, trying to make his brother smile, as Kili slid down on to the ground.
A ghost of a smile crossed Kili's face as he uttered, "Well, at least we di- didn't break our pro- promises."
"Yes. We wi- will continue out of this world tog- together. Like al- always." Fili stuttered as he grasped Kili's hand as an anchor for his pain. All of their strength went into holding hands so tightly so that they knew neither of them was alone.
And, right before the end, Kili managed to whisper one last thing. "I'm glad you're with me, brother, so that we were never alone."
Fili had one last burst of strength and clutched at Kili's hand harder than ever. A few moments later, the cloudy blue sky faded from their eyes and they glimpsed ancient dwarven halls. When Balin and Gandalf found them later that day, they were still holding hands. If not for their brutal wounds, they could have been cloud-gazing like they were mere dwarflings again.