"HELP! HELP! HE'S TRAPPED!"
Thorin ran outside to see his nephew, Fili, looking bewildered.
"Fili, Fili, look at me," Thorin said, grasping Fili by his shoulders. "What's the matter?"
"Thorin, he, he-," Fili started choking on his own tears.
"Say no more," Thorin said, knowing exactly was Fili was talking about. "Take me to him."
"Wait-wait. We n-need more dwarves! Th-Thorin.. he's buried.." Fili's body started trembling as tears flowed freely down his face.
Thorin's heart caught in his chest.
Buried. His beloved nephew was buried.
Kili couldn't help but whimper with pain as he lay on the cold, dewy ground of the cave, under the mass pile of rocks. He had a vague sense of what had happened-all he remembered was the chaotic rumbling as the ground was pulled out from underneath him like a carpet and his head hit the ground with a sickening thud, sending him into unconsciousness.
Kili had awoken in excruciating pain; his body felt as though it were on fire. He tried to move, but no avail. His only free limb was his right leg, but whenever he tried to shift his body, black dots swarmed across his vision, making him light-headed.
Fili.
Alone in the pitch-black cave, Kili longed for his brother to come back. He had wished he would've just stayed with him, talked to him, so Kili could find comfort from his voice.
A sudden desperation gleamed in Kili's eyes. What if I'll never see him again? What if I...I die?
Tears started pouring out, from the pain, from the desperation, from the longing to see his brother. His brother was always there for him, as he was always there for Fili. It was a promise they silently kept each other.
But would Kili be able to keep it?