Hey everyone! I'm here with another two shot. :) I'm not going to lie, this took me a long time to write, which is why I disappeared. But I'm happy with the way it turned out, so I'd say it's worth it!

This was suggested by allysonmaelynn01. I hope you like it!

(Brynn is 15, Fili is 21, and Kili is 20)

Brynn, Fili, and Kili sat in their living room. The room was filled with tension. They had had an important meeting that day. A meeting they knew they couldn't skip out on. They all needed to be there, and they all needed to be behaved. But Brynn hadn't been there.

Thorin had to lie to another King, telling him that she was ill, when in reality he had no idea where she was. It threw off all the boys, as they were all slightly worried. Thorin had ordered the brothers to find Brynn as soon as the meeting was over, and they did, taking her back to their living room.

Turns out she was fine. Her friends mom was dying, and she had made the decision to stay with said friend. She thought she was in the right, but her brothers thought she was wrong.

"Brynn, you knew how important this was." Fili said again. "Uncle said over and over how badly we needed to be there."

The brothers weren't angry, per se. But she should have told them she was skipping, at the very least.

"Yes, Fili, I knew. But lo and behold, I also knew how important it was that I be there for my friend as her mother was dying." Brynn tried to hold back the sass that was fighting it's way into the argument.

"Uncle had to lie for you. To another King. Do you realize what could happen if that dwarf finds out? He's not going to understand."

"I know, I know, but how was I to make that decision? My friend came crying to my doorstep. Her father is already dead; she had no one!" Brynn stood up and straightened her shirt before going to fix a crooked painting. Anything to keep her busy.

"There is the fate of our kingdom and its relations." Kili pointed out, somewhat reluctantly. He was hoping to just brush over the entire thing. Getting in a fight with his little sister was not what he wanted.

"And I had the fate of my relation! Not to sound selfish, mind you. Is it not more important to have the good thoughts of our people then some far off King?"

Fili stood as well. He couldn't sit when there was so much tension in the room. "Being royalty means making hard decisions. For the betterment of our kingdom."

"You just completely ignored my question."

Kili stood, taking a few steps toward Brynn. "Bree, we're not saying it's not important to be with your friend, we're just saying that it was equally, if not more, important to be at this meeting. You had committed to it already. It should have been your priority."

"But my friend-"

"Surely she has other friends!" Fili exclaimed in exasperation.

Brynn snapped her mouth shut. This argument was not going anywhere, and she didn't want anymore to do with it. The more she fought with them the worse she felt and she was tired of it. They were both right and both wrong. She needed to go.

Brynn made for the door, ignoring Kilis pleas for her to come back, to work it out. She didn't want to. She didn't want to admit that she felt horrible about missing the meeting. Her decision had been a hard one. How could she live with herself if she had abandoned her friend?

Brynn ran to her favourite hiding spot in one of the still uncleared spots of Erebor. Dark, winding bridges tangled together in beautiful harmony. In one spot, if you climbed a steep cliff, you could get to a little cavern. Brynn loved going there. Once, she had taken Fili and Kili, and they asked her to stop going, because it was dangerous. So she hadn't been there in awhile. For them. Oh how much they loved each other. How could they let such a thing drive them apart? It was stupid, and they all knew it, but they were too stubborn. None of them were thinking straight.

Brynn started to climb. Fili and Kili would be mad if they knew what she was doing. It was a dangerous entry way to her hideout, but she loved it so very much. It was her private spot and it helped her think. So she really didn't care if they were worried. They could die from worry and she wouldn't care. Well. That wasn't true. They could be very very worried and she wouldn't care at the moment. No matter how frustrated they ever made her, she wouldn't want them to die of worry. Anyway, they knew this was one of the spots she went to when she was upset. Maybe if they weren't such clotheads, she wouldn't be going there.

Brynn sighed. As much as she wanted to be angry at them, she couldn't. They were right. So was she. And they were both wrong. There was no easy answer to the problem, and it was tearing them apart. She didn't like it. She knew that they would get back together and be as strong and loving as usual, but she just didn't feel like it at the moment.

Brynn moved her foot up to another foothold and lifted her other foot. The rock under her foot that was holding her up gave out. Brynn wasn't expecting it, and her hands slipped. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she fell. She vaguely heard a horrific crack, felt her head smack against a rock. Pain exploded through her skull as the edges of her vision went grey.

Stupid. Brynn thought as her vision went black and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Oooooooooooooooooooooo

Fili and Kili searched every one of Brynn's hideouts before going to the still abandoned place of Erebor she liked. They had hoped very much that she wouldn't go there. It was dangerous, and they had told her so. At the time, she accepted it and agreed to stay away. But now, since she was angry, she could very well go there just for spite.

They searched the hallways and dark corners on the way, looking for any sign of her. No one would be surprised that they were going for her. They may have had one of the biggest fights they'd ever had, but that didn't mean they wouldn't take care of each other. It didn't mean they wouldn't worry and fret. Brynn had been gone for too long.

Fili regretted his stubborn words, and Kili regretted siding with Fili instead of trying harder to get the fight to end. They were foolish. They both knew there wasn't really a right answer to the issue, but they both kept arguing. They should have left it to Thorin, like their uncle suggested. Now Brynn was gone. Disappeared. They were scared that maybe she ran farther than Erebors walls.

Kili was the one that saw first. Brynn lay on the ground at the base of the climb to get to her hideout, her limbs sprawled. When the torchlight touched her, a huge pool of blood spread out from her head.

"Brynn!" The name ripped out of Kilis throat, despair riding on it. "No!"

He ran forward, dropping his torch and pulling his sister into his lap. Fili, when he heard his brother scream, felt his stomach flip upside down and his heart jump to his throat. He knew what had happened. He ran to his siblings, holding the torch up to examine his sister. The back of her head had a huge gash. Some blood had dried, some of it crusty but some of it sticky still, and some was still seeping out of the wound.

"She's breathing." Fili said. "Her pulse is weak though."

"She's nearly stopped bleeding. That's a good sign, right?" Kili asked, hopeful. "It's healing."

"Or there's no more blood to lose." Fili said grimly, handing Kili his torch and scooping Brynn into his arms gently. "We must get her back to Oin."

The brothers hurried through Erebor, though they didn't run. Fili didn't know if that would hurt his little sister worse, and he wouldn't risk it with the shape she was in now. She looked dead. He couldn't bare to look at her. He knew she was still with them, but he didn't think it would be for long.

They got Brynn to Oin. The older dwarf examined her quickly. He looked worried; not a good sign. Normally Oin always looked calm, without a hint of anxiety. It helped the patients family if the healer wasn't worried. But now, he looked every bit as scared as the brothers felt.

Oin carefully cleaned away some of the blood around Brynn's wound and started binding it up.

"Kili, lad, go fetch your uncle. I need to speak with him." Oin didn't stop his work to speak.

"I-is she going to okay? Is she okay-"

"Go get your uncle."

Kili left. He tried to walk, tried look calm and royal or majestic or whatever he was supposed to look as a prince. But he couldn't. He broke out into a full sprint, never slowing down. Thorin could always fix things. If something was wrong, Thorin knew what to do.

Kili burst into the doors that opened onto the hall that led to the throne. Thorin sat on it, talking to Dwalin. When he saw Kili, and the look on his face, he knew something was wrong.

"Kili, what's wrong?" His voice boomed.

"Brynn. She was climbing. She fell. We found her later. It doesn't look good." Kili panted.

Thorin stood up, turning to Dwalin. "I'm sorry, my friend, I-"

"Go." Dwalin ordered. "Tell me if you need anything."

Thorin took Kili by the elbow and started toward Oins apothecary. He ordered his nephew to tell him everything that had happened, and Kili obliged, shamefully. Thorin nodded kindly, knowing his nephew was going out of his mind with guilt and worry. The trio had had an argument. He could only recall a couple of times in their entire lives that they had fought with each other. And usually it was when one of them was putting themselves in danger. This was oh so real, and they were paying the consequences.

When Thorin and Kili got to the apothecary, Oin asked Fili and Kili to stay in the waiting room whilst he talked to Thorin.

Thorin froze when he saw Brynn lying on the bed, a thick bandage wrapped around her head. Her face was so pale, and her cheeks were drawn. Thorin guessed it was from blood loss.

"Thorin." Oin called Thorin out of his daze.

Thorin tore his eyes away from his niece and looked at the healer. "Tell me everything."

"She's lost copious amounts of blood. Scary amounts. The gash on the back of her head will take quite awhile to heal. But from what Fili and Kili estimated, she had quite the fall."

"But she's alive. She'll get better." Thorin questioned in a statement, standing beside Brynn and brushing the back of his hand across her pale cheek.

"I don't know." Oin answered. "She could wake up, but she could very well be comatose. Honestly, with all the information, I expect it to be the latter."

Thorin stilled. "Will she ever wake up if that is the case?"

"I don't know. But if she doesn't wake up, eventually she will die of starvation."

Thorin forced his hands to stop trembling by clasping them together. He had had his niece in dire situations before, but none where it could already be too late to save her when he found out about it.

"Is there anything you can do?" Thorin asked.

"No." Oin didn't hesitate.

"Nothing? You are the most skilled healer in Erebor, surely you must-"

"I cannot, Thorin. Many people put into comas wake up. But that isn't to say Brynn will."

"Why?"

"The hit she sustained was very bad."

Thorin sat down in the chair beside the bed. "I need a minute. Please tell the boys what's going on."

Oin had barely made it out the door when Thorin broke down in tears. His whole body shook, and he buried his face in his hands. Few things could bring him to tears, and Brynn was on the top of the list. With all the things piling up on him as a king, this was the last thing to push him over the edge.

When Brynn was born, she was born too early. Oin had said it was the stress of Dis losing her husband. Brynn was tiny. All through her growing up, she had issues with the cold. It always seemed to hit her hard; make her sick. Even now she was thinner than the average dwarf. She was healthy and strong, but still couldn't put on the average weight. All this was to say that Thorin always worried about his niece. And now, after a stupid incident, she could be taken from him. After all the work he'd done to protect her on the quest, she would be killed by a simple fall. If only he had cleared up the issue about the meeting immediately, instead of staying on his throne. If only he had gone after her instead of the boys.

Thorin fell to his knees beside Brynn's bed, cupping her face in his hands as tears poured down his cheeks.

"Oh, my sweet Brynn. I have made a mistake. You must fight hard, love. For me. Please. Do not leave us here just yet. No uncle should have to bury his niece. I am not ready." Thorin lifted his hand to cover his mouth. "Oh, what will I tell your mother? What would she do without you?"

Thorin couldn't do this. No coherent, helpful thought ran through his mind. All he could think was how much he wanted to collapse. It was too bad he wasn't the one in the comatose state, he thought bitterly. In reality, he would gladly give himself for his niece. Any day, any time. It didn't matter how gruesome a death; he would take it for her. Or any of his family. He knew Brynn would scold him for saying such things. She didn't want someone to die in her place, and would not hesitate to tell him so. In fact, she had before. Thorin smiled at the memory.

"Uncle, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my entire life. And I say that respectively." Brynn said.

Thorin shook his head, not even trying to hide his smile at his nine year old niece. How in the world was that respectful?

"All you have to do is use some logic." She continued. "You would give your life for mine but I would do the same for you. We are now at a conundrum! How do we decide who dies for who? Would it not be more practical to just let fate go its course?"

"Bree, love, not everything can be rounded by logic. I can't help but want to take every sorrow and danger away from you. And with every ounce of my being, I will try my hardest to do so."

Brynn huffed. "Well, I will be rather sorrowful after you die for me, won't I? I am certain I would be sad for the rest of my life."

Thorin turned as he heard the door creak. Fili stood looking through the crack.

"Uncle?" He questioned.

"Yes, Fili, come in."

Fili entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Kili went to get mama."

"Good. She needs to be told."

Fili nodded and sat opposite of Thorin, the bed - and Brynn - between them. Fili couldn't seem to look at anything but his hands, his golden locks falling in front of his face.

"Oin told us she might not make it." He murmured.

Thorin sighed. "I wish it were not so, but he seems certain it is a possibility."

Fili sunk into silence once more. Thorin knew something was off, but he assumed it was because of Oins diagnosis.

Fili took a deep breath. "This is all my fault." He said, his voice high as he fought off the lump in his throat.

"No, Fili, my lad..."

"I wouldn't let it go, uncle. I drove her away. My last words to her were spoken in anger and that is what she will remember. It wasn't my place to scold her but I did it anyway. I wanted to clear it up for you. I wouldn't listen to her! I murdered my little sister!"

Thorin stood as Filis outburst subsided. "Fili, it is not your fault! Brynn made her choices today, not you. She missed the meeting. She argued too. She went to that death trap. You did not cause her to lose her grip. You did not loosen the rock under her foot."

Fili looked up at Thorin, eyes wet. "I should never have yelled at her."

"No. But it is in the past now, lad. You cannot change it. Don't let what you cannot change eat you away. If there is one thing I know in this world it is that Brynn does not remember you for the mistakes you've made but for the love you've given her. And that far outweighs any wrongs you've done."

"It doesn't make things right."

"I know."

"Do you think she'll make it, uncle?"

Thorin hesitated. "I think she has a good chance, Fili. She is a fighter."

"She would hate to die this way."

"Yes she would."

"I would hate for her to die any way."

"I know. We will do the best we can for her. We'll have someone sit with her at all times. And we'll make sure to talk to her. It'll help her come back if she hears us."

"Do you think she can? Hear us?" Fili asked, looking from Brynn to Thorin and back again.

"Yes I do. Oin told her that when I was comatose after the Battle of Five Armies, and she spoke to me. I heard her, somewhere in the fog of my unconscious mind."

Fili looked slightly more hopeful now. Maybe it was just the image of his sister being more than just a body lying on the bed. The image of her still being there. Either way, Brynn would be getting many one way conversations in the time to come.

Well, I hope you liked it! I really wanted to get across that they all knew they were being stupid but were too stubborn to admit it. Because it's hard to imagine them ever actually being super mad at each other. I hope I made that clear in the story.

It's not my most favourite story, but I like it. I hope you do too!

The next part should be up soon!

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