First Hobbit based fanfiction, be nice please. I'm still learning!
Cerulean blue eyes slowly fluttered open and immediately the King suddenly noticed how much pain he was in.
'Mahal.' he cursed silently.
Thorin's head was pounding relentlessly, as he looked around the battlefield.
'Battlefield?' his mind rang, confusion taking over slightly as he realized the fighting had stopped.
Everywhere there were corpses that littered the plains staining the hard stone crimson.
The battle had ended?
Images flashed through his head as everything came back to him, Azog had him on his knees before him for his injuries had been getting the better of him and he hadn't the strength left in him.
The pale orc had been getting ready to deliver his final strike when Fili had come out of no where to intervene.
He had collapsed, too weak to get up, helpless to do anything to aid his nephew as he watched his heir fight.
Fili had fought so bravely and fiercely, against Azog. At one point his blade had pierced straight through the pale orc's bicep and out the other side.
That was when Azog had roared with ferocity and swung his mace with a force that had broken Fili's dominant arm when it had come down upon it.
His nephew had stumbled back crying out in pain, his sword dropped and that was what had ended the fight, for Azog hadn't given him even a second to recompose, he swung the heavy chain of his mace one last time and it connected with the left side of Fili's head straight across his face.
The blow had thrown the young dwarf who had landed not even a foot away from where he himself lay, Fili hit the ground, his good arm clutching at his face and he was screaming in sheer agony.
~Flashback~
Thorin grunted in pain as Azog's hand tangled itself in his mass of hair, pulling upwards so that he was forced to get on his knees before the orc.
"You thought you could defeat me Oakenshield, I told you that your head is what I sought.'
Azog smiled a horrid toothy grin before he placed the blade of Thorin's sword against the dwarf's neck.
His glare never left the orcs face but the King wouldn't deny to himself that he was scared, but he would not give Azog that satisfaction.
The orc raised his arm and started to swing when a small mass barreled into his side, Azog was knocked sideways upon the impact his hand releasing Thorin's hair causing the King to collapse to the hard stone.
He blinked trying to register what just happened glancing at Azog who was turning back towards him, leather boots suddenly stepped in front of his line of view as the person stood protectively in front of him.
Thorin let his eyes wander upwards, and was both surprised and not at the same time, when he saw Fili standing above him staring challengingly at Azog.
"Fili..."
Fili disregarded him and instead broadened his stance, as he stared defiantly at the large orc.
"You will go no further." the young dwarf stated firmly raising his sword up to point it at Azog.
"No Fili!" Thorin protested, struggling to push himself up to his hands and knees.
"More filth from the line of Durin."
Fili said nothing but instead braced himself as Azog came running at him with his mace raised.
Thorin cringed, despairing what was to come, the sound of Fili's sword sword clashed against the heavy steel, he could see their shadows above him as Fili used all his strength to push the orc backwards.
The sound of clanging steel seemed to never end...
~XXX~
Thorin watched with horrified eyes as Fili was thrown through the air as if he weighed nothing, the crimson that shown so visibly on his armor and flesh was more than worrisome.
"No... Fili..."
A loud thud sounded and Thorin's eyes focused on his blond haired nephew's body. He was erriely silent for a couple seconds before a sudden shrill and agonized scream tore from Fili's throat.
Thorin couldn't exactly see what had happened he could have sworn the mace hit the side of his nephew's head, but the sight of Fili clawing at his own face was one Thorin Oakenshield would never in this or in any other lifetime forget.
His screams were like a searing knife sheering his heart into ribbons, and with much difficulty he started to try to shift his body so that he could close the small distance to where Fili lay.
It took a couple moments but the older dwarf managed to crawl beside Fili and placed a trembling hand over the lad's blond locks.
"Fi... li...?"
He didn't even look at him, nor did his screams cease.
"I'll start with this one." Azog's voice said from above them, Thorin watched as the orc's pale arm darted down to catch his heir by the throat, lifting him up off the ground.
Fili was swearing in Khuzdul every foul name that he knew of whilst struggling to get free, and the smirk that had formed on Azog's face when he threw the young dwarf over the side of the cliff was one that would forever haunt the King's nightmares.
"Nooo! Filii!"
~End Flash back~
Azog hadn't even given him a chance, he had stalked over to his agonized heir, picked him up by the throat and just hurled him over the cliff where he had disappeared from sight completely.
Of course leave it to Kili to always be not even paces behind his brother because he showed up once and-
'Wait... Kili! Oh Mahal where is Kili!?' Thorin's mind screamed, glancing around his eyes passed Azog's corpse and his eyes widened considerably.
The blade sticking out between the orc's shoulder blades straight through his body and pinning in to the ground, he knew that blade.
'Kili...'
Kili had done it!
'But where was he?'
He let his eyes scan some more before he wearily force himself to his hands and knees with a bit of effort.
His body screamed at him to cease his movements and lay back down but he couldn't, he had to find his sister son and make sure he was alright.
It took a few moments but he managed to reach his sword where it had fallen and from there he was able to use the weapon as a crutch.
Blue eyes wandered about some more searching desperately for any signs of the young dwarfling only to discover none.
Thorin glanced back at Azog and studied his corpse, the final blow had been delivered from behind but the position of the blade seemed off, the Gundabad orc was much taller than most dwarves, Kili and himself included. Yet the blade had gone straight through his back and pinned him to the stone.
Either Kili had stood above the orc when he killed him, or he had thrown the blade.
Scanning the area some more Thorin's blood went cold when he suddenly spotted the large bleeding lifeless mass of Azog's white warg, but more so some of the gold plating that had been discarded before it and the blood trail that led away from the beast.
It looked like someone had dragged themselves out from underneath the vicious animal.
The king shifted his eyes to follow the blood but he didn't need to spot him himself because a loud pained groan sounded and his location was already given to him.
Sure enough there he was, laying in front of a broken pillar his back turned to him. It looked like he had tried to use the pillar to try to support his weight so he could get back up but it hadn't worked.
With as much speed as possible due to his own injuries, Thorin made his way over to where the young dwarf lay.
"Someone... h-help..."
His dark hair was tangled in several places, and actually it looked like a large section of it had been shorn just inches from the scalp, sweat covered his body and his armor for the most part was gone.
"... please..."
Kili's broken exhausted voice snapped him back to reality and he dropped his sword allowing himself to fall before his injured nephew.
A panicked yelp erupted from Kili's throat, upon hearing the iron blade clatter upon the stone he tried to flip over onto his back to see who had approached, but stopped when the action proved to worsen his pain.
"No! G-Get ba-"
Thorin gently placed a calloused hand upon the dwarf's head, fingers running through the wild dark hair.
"Kili..."
Kili's body relaxed immediately, "Uncle... Th...Thorin...?"
A small smile graced the king's face and he eased the young dwarf onto his back as gently as he could.
Kili's left shoulder was the first noticeable injury, likely one of the severe ones. Gouge marks littered the flesh, deep gouge marks that bled profusely. Likely courtesy of Azog's warg.
Despite the long slash across his face, his heart throbbed painfully when a wide grin spread upon Kili's face.
That contagious goofy smile, Thorin couldn't even stop the smile that formed on his own face.
"Uncle... I... I-I did it... F-Fili... h-he's going t-to be so... s-so jealous..." the young dwarf exclaimed.
A lump formed in Thorin's throat at the mention of his fallen nephew.
'What do I tell him...? His mother... this wasn't supposed to happen.'
Kili saw the smile fade from Thorin's face and dread started to fill his gut.
"Thorin...?" he asked, his voice held nothing but fear and uncertainty.
He wasn't sure if he wanted his uncle to explain, but at the same time he wanted him to.
At the sound of Kili's scared desperate voice, tears started to well up in his eyes and when he met his nephew's pleading brown eyes they quickly rolled down his cheeks.
The look of hurt that appeared on Kili's face was enough to make his heart stop.
"N-No... please..." the young dwarf begged his voice sounding completely broken, his tears already coming forth.
"Oh my little Kili..." Thorin whispered gathering the dwarfling into his arms, bringing holding him close as the lad tried to take it in.
"Thorin!" A loud voice called, catching the dwarf's attention.
Looking up he saw Bofur, Nori, and Balin wandering the ruined plains no doubt looking for him and Kili.
"It's... i-it's a lie... F-Fee... he c-could...couldn't... can...not..."
"Here!"
The three dwarves quickly turned their heads toward his shout, spotting them immediately.
"Thorin! Kili!" Bofur cried running full speed over to the two Durin, Nori and Balin treading behind him.
Balin looked down upon his king and the young heir a grim look upon his face, he wondered if Thorin knew.
He got his answer from Thoirn himself when he spoke.
"You'll need to send a party over the hill." Thorin's hesitant command sounded, he wouldn't say why but the emotion in his eyes gave it all away.
'He expects us to find his body.'
Balin placed a gentle hand upon Thorin's shoulder.
"Fili's has already been taken back to Erebor, his injuries were grave and you must prepare yourself Thorin for he is going to need you there to help him through this, both of you."
Thorin's gaze remained on the smaller dwarf that was shaking in his arms for a moment before blue eyes darted up to look at his old friend. "He lives...?"
Balin gave him a weak smile, and an affirmative nod.
"Aye, Dwalin took him back to Oin already."
Tell me what you think guys!
~Emily