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Chapter Two: A new hope, part one
Thorin sighed heavily as he made his way through the muddy streets with the other dwarves who had returned from the battle. Far too many never would return. Thorin heard the laughter of some families who were reunited with their loved ones, and the fearful silence of other families who waited outside in the rain for the person who would never come home.
The rain had let up, and the sun was peeking out through the ominous clouds a little, but the weather seemed to mimic Thorin's sorrow and despair. The puddles in the road reflected the houses and shops on either side of the street, and reminded Thorin of the puddles of blood after the battle. So much blood. Too much blood had been spilt that day, and would forever haunt Thorin's thoughts.
He wondered how he would tell Dís and his cheerful, bright-eyed nephew about the tragedy that had befallen them. How could he tell them and devastate their lives forever? Wherever Thorin went, destruction and sorrow always seemed to meet him- and his people. Was there no hope left in the world?
Dís' house loomed before him in an eerie silence. Surely he had gotten there too quickly. Thorin paused at the door, willing himself to go in but he could not move. Scenes from the battle played through his mind: the bodies of friends and comrades strewn across the battlefield, the agonizing groan of the dying and wounded, the horrors, the blood, so many dead.
Thorin shook his head and tried to clear his mind of grief, if only a little, before he entered Dís' house. Just when he had summoned enough resolve to at least open the door, the door opened from the inside, and little Fíli stood in the doorway smiling.
"Uncle Thorin! You've come back! Mum said you would. We've been waiting and waiting and waiting." Fíli's sky-blue eyes searched for another person who was supposed to be accompanying Thorin, "Where's Father? I want to show him the picture I drew. Uncle Thorin?" Young Fíli knew something was wrong by Thorin's solemn attitude.
Tears threatened to fall, but Thorin blinked them away quickly before his nephew could see. "Where is your mother? I need to speak with her right away."
Fíli opened the door all the way and led Thorin to the kitchen, his cheerful attitude now replaced by a growing fear.
Dís was baking something; she looked mostly happy as she hummed an old dwarvish tune. She was weeks away from giving birth to her and Irík's second child- a child that would never know his father.
She turned upon hearing their entry, and turned with a smile. Fear in her son's eyes and sorrow in her brother's soon vanquished her lovely smile. "Thorin, where is Irík? Where's Frerín?"
"They aren't coming home Dís," Thorin replied, not caring that his voice gave out or that tears began to fall freely down his face, "Fíli and I are your only family now."
Dís began to sob hysterically, and Thorin went to her and held her like he used to do a long time ago. She was shaking violently, and Thorin feared she would hyperventilate.
"Uncle, where's Father? Why hasn't he come back with you?" Fíli asked, tears of his own began to flow down his cheeks.
Thorin let go of Dís for a moment to kneel beside Fíli, placing his rough, calloused hands on the dwarfling's tiny shoulders. "Your father isn't coming home, Fíli."
"But why? He promised to teach me to fight when I'm older and he said he would teach me Khuzdul. Why did he leave me?"
Thorin had no reply, but pulled the young dwarf close and his mother, who had collapsed to her knees, and cried bitter tears with them. For a few moments they remained like this, until Dís gave a sharp cry and clutched her abdomen. Thorin knew something was very wrong.
"Fíli, look after your mother while I fetch the healers, alright? I'll be right back." Thorin kissed Dís' forehead before he stood up and left the house at a run. He had lost his brother, brother-in-law, and grandfather in the battle; his father had gone insane from grief and disappeared without a trace. He wasn't going to lose Dís and her unborn child as well. No, he would protect his remaining family with his life before he saw one of them die.
There it is! Sorry it's sad, and a cliffhanger but I had to make two parts to this chapter. If you have any ideas, please send them to me and I will try to write them. Thank you so very much for reading this! Please review!