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Thorin
Fili is dead. I saw that Orc filth Azog smile as he plunged the sword into Fili's back. I saw a dark figure dart out from behind some rock after the body dropped. Kili. That impetuous young fool is sure to get himself killed if he lets his anger rule him. I should know.
I'm sorry. Dis. I have failed you. I promised to bring your boys back home and I have failed in my task. I should have watched over them better. I should never have sent them out there, knowing that there might be any number of foes waiting. I sent them into a trap. I sent them to their death.
The Pale Orc has disappeared out onto the ice. I must follow him there. He slew my grandfather. He sent my father mad from grief. And now he has killed my heir and nephew. He must die.
I finally see him. He has spotted me and is watching me with a grotesque smile as I walked towards him. He hefts his weapon and waits.
The world seems to slow down around me. He swings his chained flail but I dodge. The battle goes on seemingly forever. My rage at losing Fili spurred me on at first, but now it has dissipated to a feeling of complete emptiness that leaves me feeling numb. He manages to knock me down and tries to stab me. I hold him off but my arms are weak and his blade is inching closer to me. I move my sword away and he pushes his into my chest. The wound burns like fire but I have knocked him off balance and I take this chance to end the foul beast's life once and for all. He will no longer plague the line of Durin. Once he is dead, I kick his body to one side and stagger off, away from him. He is now nothing more than a reminder of all the people I've lost. Thror. Thrain. Frerin. Fili. Maybe Kili too.
I stumble around blindly. The many wounds I sustained are taking their toll and I need rest. But, as the saying goes, there is no rest for the wicked, and there has been none so wicked as I these past days.
I collapse to the frozen floor and stay there for a have no energy to get up again. I know the end is drawing near and I am prepared. I will once more see my grandfather, my father, my brother and my sister-son. I hope Kili survives. He would be a food king, even if I always praised his brother more.
Someone is coming. Ah, it is the hobbit. I am glad to see him. Who better to stay with me while I die than a kind-hearted hobbit. I said such cruel things to him and he deserved none. He was only trying to save me from myself and I turned my back on him. I must ask him for forgiveness.
He is saying something. He tells me I can be cured and if they just get me back, someone will heal me. If only. But my time in this world is short and he knows that too. I say something back to him and catch a glimpse of his face. It is filled with grief and pain and loss. He is nothing like the hobbit who left with us all that time ago. The thought makes me sad.
My breath wears thin. I must soon leave this world to sit with my fathers. Bilbo is still here. He whispers words of comfort, but they are empty. We both know it. A raven flies overhead and I know it is time. I relax and let the crushing dark of Death claim me.
A/N: This took me ages to write because I found Thorin is such a hard character to get right. Hopefully I did him okay, although I'm still not sure. This will be my last update in a while but I will be back in about two weeks, probably less because I'll miss you guys much! Thanks to all reviewers and basically anyone else who's read.
Next chapter: Tauriel