I thought this chapter would be longer, but it just kind of worked out this way; it might be a bit rough because it didn't really want to be written :/ . The third section might not have much to it either, but the fourth will definitely have a bigger word count. Hope you enjoy! Also, if the rating is too low for the violence that I've got from the battle, then please let me know, because my version of M rated material is likely very different from other peoples. Thanks! :)
Oh, and I forgot to say this in the first chapter, I don't own anything! All characters etc. belong to Tolkien.
Fili couldn't find his brother.
They'd been next to each other one moment, and the next, Kili had been spinning to avoid an orc blade, separating them in the crowd of bodies.
It'd been too many heartbeats to know if the brunette was still alive, too many enemies slain to know where Kili had ended up.
There was blood covering the entire right side of his face. It wasn't his own, but had belonged to a man who'd been decapitated right next to him. It was not a sight Fili was likely to forget anytime soon.
None of this was.
He'd seen things, like bone sticking out of skin when Kili had broken his arm falling out of a tree, or the bodies of orcs and wargs that had been killed, that he had killed, but this was… this was something completely different.
Like Kili had said, it wasn't the same.
Kili.
He shifted his focus back to the battle around him, desperately searching for any sign of life from his brother.
A goblin had taken advantage of his distraction and was trying to land a blow, but Fili blocked it easily, swinging his second sword around to kill his enemy. Black goo covered his armor already, so a fresh coat didn't faze him.
The blonde-haired dwarf wanted to call out for his younger sibling, but he knew that nothing could be heard over the sounds of clashing steel, battle cries, screams of pain and the thump thump thump of his heart that was the only thing indicating the passage of time.
Then when an orc astride a black warg leapt towards him, he instinctively blocked everything out once again. It was him and the fight, him and the battle, he and death dancing around each other in a rhythm that was slowly draining the life from the limbs that held his weapons in place.
It all became a blur until Fili heard his brother cry out in pain, somewhere to the left of him.
It was like surfacing from underwater. That noise spurred him on, slashing and hacking his way through foes until he was next to Kili, relief plain in both of their expressions when they found one another. Fili blocked a blow meant for the brunette's skull while the younger recovered, cradling his left hand against his chest as blood flowed freely from a wound that the blonde couldn't discern.
Kili's face tightened into a grimace of determination before he went back to parrying blows just as quickly as before. Adrenaline had taken over the two brothers, and the various cuts and bruises sustained were just memories as the instinct to live, to fight, consumed their attention.
The battle picked up its pace as the enemy seemed to realize they were outnumbered. There were five armies on the field today, and three were determined not to let the others live, something the goblins and orcs were realizing a bit too late.
None of them would escape the swift justice dealt by Fili's twins swords, or Kili's bow and arrow.
Things slipped back into a whirl of blood and screams, slicing and killing, saving Kili and having the favor returned. With his brother, he was invincible. Together, they would wipe out the entire hoard of these despicable creatures, just like they used to when they were young and using wooden swords instead of steel.
These delusions failed the moment Fili caught Thorin falling out of the corner of his eye.
The two had been keeping track of their uncle best they could during the fight, but the King had been a force to be reckoned with. They'd quickly decided they needed each other more than he had, they probably would have just gotten in the way more than anything, but the desire to keep Thorin safe and their King alive caused Fili to keep tabs on his uncle almost as intensely as Kili.
Thorin had taken an arrow to the shoulder, and was now being stabbed clean through the thigh by a goblin two-thirds the size of the King, forcing him to his knees. He let out a roar of agony as a crossbow bolt slammed home into his lower back, adding to the blood loss and weakness that made his sword slip from his fingers.
Without needing to exchange a word, or even a glance, Fili and Kili rushed forward as one, uttering a harmonious battle cry that turned Thorin's enemies towards the fearsome pair intent on protecting their uncle no matter the cost.