REDONE The real one for you awesome reviewers! Thanks for reviewing the last chap. :) Yall made me so happy. I wasnt happy with this chapter so I redid it, Hope it reads better. Sorry for the mistakes I can't seem to catch them all.
Thorin, Filli and the other two ran down the dark cave, there was very little light so it was hard to see. They could hear voices talking and they heard a yell that they knew belonged to Killi. "Hurry!" Thorin yelled running a little faster, Filli picked up speed too passing Thorin. Turning a corner he lost his footing and slid on the sand. He tried to catch himself on the rocks but he saw a rocks coming up to meet him. Thorin grabbed his nephew catching him by the arm before he hit his head on the rocks. "Watch yourself."
Filli nodded running in the direction of the laughter that bounced off the walls and they saw light from a fire just up ahead.
They stopped once they had their eyes on the orcs and Killi. Thorin looked at the two orcs with fire in his eyes, one of them had his back to them the other held Killi's head while he had a knife to his ear. Killi's face was scrunched up in pain. Thorin felt anger rush through his veins when his eyes set on all the blood that was on his nephews skin.
Filli wasn't going to just stand there any longer, he knew the orc intended to cut his ear off. He ran at the orc that held his brother eyes only on him, not seeing the lead orc that was in the shadow watching. "Aghh!" He yelled as he drew his sword aiming to kill Morrunt.
"Grrraaahhh!" Zoduz yelled grabbing ahold of the dagger that was laying on the stone table. After grabbing it he started running after Filli raising the dagger above his head.
Thorin drew his sword. "NO!" Not wasting any time he ran at Zoduz striking him across the back. The big orc yelled out arching its back, turning around he tried thrusting his dagger into Thorin's midsection. But the king was too quick as he dodged to the left swiping his goblin cleaver across the orcs hand. The orcs hand dropped to the ground as it let out a horrified scream. As Zoduz grabbed his arm Thorin took his head stopping its screams. Black blood squirted from its neck covering Thorin's long beard. He turned around looking to see if his oldest nephew was ok. Filli stood there looking down at the orc that tried to end his brother. Its stomach was gapped open revealing its black guts. Filli had ended its life with a stab to its neck, Thorin nodded in acceptance. pride shining in his eyes.
Filli turned away from him going to his brothers side. Killi's head hung low his chin resting on his upper chest. He reached a hand out grabbing ahold of Killi's chin lifting it up carefully. "Killi."
"Fil?" Killi slurred trying to move.
"Yes it's me, open your eyes Killi." He nodded at Thorin when he saw he was cutting Killi's wrist free. He wrapped his arms around Killi's midsection readying himself for his brother's full weight. Once Thorin cut the rope that was holding Killi up his feet gave way and Filli lowered them both to the sand.
Thorin knelt beside his two nephews taking in Killi's wounds. He had a nasty burn on his upper shoulder and cuts and bruises along with whip marks covering his chest. It hurt to look at Thorin shook his head sadly. He hoped Gandalf could heal it all, he managed to look away and focused on Killi's face instead. Filli was stroking the side of Killi's face trying to sooth him. Killi's hair was a mess of blood and tangles; it even looked like he might have slight hair loss in the front. Dry and wet blood covered what appeared to be a nasty cut along his hair-line.
Filli looked up at his uncle tears in his eyes. "Look at what they did to him." His heart broke for his brother as he looked at all that the orcs had done to him.
"Filli."
Filli looked back down seeing his brother's eyes were open. "Killi!" Filli could have jumped for joy had Killi not been lying in his lap. He was so glad to see his brothers eyes, even though they showed the pain he was in. Killi started to look around eyes full of fear. "It's ok brother, they're dead. You're safe." He knew the worry his brother was feeling.
Killi let out a long breath. "Hurts." He whispered grabbing at his naked chest hissing when his fingers brushed against the welts the whip had left over one of his cuts. He tried to look down at them but found his body didn't want to work. His head felt very heavy, but he knew he was in his brother's lap and it felt good. He could feel the fur from his brother's jacket on his back. He closed his eyes it felt good to know he was saved from his horrific nightmare, and now safe in his brothers arms.
Thorin looked up from his nephews and up at Gandalf who stood there watching. "Heal him." He demanded of the gray wizard.
Gandalf, who had been standing there now stared at Thorin angrily. "I was planning on it." But his expressions quickly changed to one of understanding. "Thorin." He said softly, reaching out his hand to touch the Dwarf kings shoulder. "I have not the best of healing potions at the moment. But I will do my best. Over time he will look good as new."
"Gandalf, please heal him." Filli looked up at him with pleading eyes. He didn't want his brother in pain. He wished he could take Killi's spot but he couldn't.
"Filli, my boy." He looked down at Killi. "I will do my best."
Thorin looked at Killi who now had his eyes closed and he gently touched his cheek. "It'll be alright boy. You aren't done giving me grey hairs yet young one." He lowered his head to lean it on Killi's. It was the closest to a hug that he would allow for the time being.
Gandalf lowered himself next to the three. He reached out one hand placing it on Killi's head whispering something. "He will sleep peacefully now as we get him out of here."
Filli gathered his smaller brother in his arms now that he was asleep. Thorin helped him stand and they arranged the young Dwarf so he was in his uncle's arms. "Lead the way." Thorin told his oldest.
They look longer than they thought it would take to find a way out. But once they did they made their way back to camp leaving Dwalin to find the rest of the group. "Hurry! Don't want any more of you to end up...gone." Thorin said as he looked down at the young dwarf in his arms feeling sad.
Back at the camp { cause I'm tired of watching them walk around and look at the trees in my head and I'm to lazy to write it.} authors note!
Filli laid out his bedroll and took out a blanket placing it over the bed roll, he wanted to make it as comfortable as possible for his brother. He waited for his uncle to bring his brother over.
Thorin laid Killi down as gently as he could. "Someone get some water boiling?" He told no one in particular.
Gandalf shook his head, he came back with a bucket of steaming water.
"That was fast." Thorin took the bucket from the wizard setting it on the ground next to Killi's prone form.
"Like majic." Gandalf said handing Thorin a cleaning cloth.
Thorin wrung the cloth out in the warm hot water and once it was nice and clean he started to clean Killi's chest wounds.
Filli grabbed another cloth and started on Killi's face. His face had dirt, sweat, and blood all over his face. He started on a small cut that was under his left eye. Filli moved his brother's hair to get a better look and saw that Killi's scalp was moving around unnaturally. He moved closer to get a better look and saw the mess Killi's scalp was in. Just where his hair-line started his skin was a jagged mess. He pulled his brother's hair back he could see what he was pretty sure was bone. And blood soon poured from the wound once more. Filli turned his head gagging at the sight taking his hand off. His heart rate speed up and he would hear the blood rushing in his ears.
Thorin looked up at the sound. "What's wrong?" He stopped cleaning Killi's wounds.
Filli pointed at his brother's head. "His hair."
Thorin looked but Killi's hair had fallen back in his face covering up the mess. The only thing Thorin could see was a slight bald spot from where the orcs had ripped some hair out. "It will grow back."
Filli shook his head. "Not that. This." He lifted Killi's hair again.
Thorin moved back feeling sick. "Gandalf! Come here." He tried to keep his voice as strong and calm as he could, for his eldest nephew.
Gandalf kneeled down on the other side of Killi. Filli showed him the ugly cut. "Can you heal that?"
"I'll see what I can do." He smiled down at the young dwarf. Filli looked so worried for his brother that it made Gandalf's heart clinch in his chest. It made him wish he would have had an elder brother growing up. He put his hand over Killi's forehead and chanted something so low the two dwarfs couldn't hear him. Light started to shine under Gandalf's hand. He sat back taking a deep breath.
Filli leaned in close to his brother's face pulling his hair back to have a look. "Wow." The only thing that was still visible was a small red line where the gap was. He looked up at the wizard. "Could you do that with all of them?"
Gandalf looked at Filli's pleading eyes. "I can't, not right now. It makes me very weak and tired. I need to go rest. Let me know when he wakes."
Thorin put a hand on his kin's shoulder. "Better one than none." He smiled sadly giving Killi's shoulder a pat.
Once they started to clean Killi up again he started to stir. "Killi?" Filli put his hand on the side of his brother's now clean cheek.
Killi started to thrash around kicking out hitting Thorin in the side. Filli grabbed his brother's shoulders not caring at the moment about his wounds. "Stop. Brother, you're safe. Calm down." He stated humming in hope that it would calm his brother down.
Killi's eyes slowly started to open. "Stop." He whispered pushing Filli's hand away.
"It's me." Filli said running a hand through his brother's hair.
"Hurts." Killi ran the tips of his fingers over his chest letting out a cry.
"I know it does, I know. Everything will get better, and I'm here for you." He watched his brother lift his head to look at his own chest.
Killi's mouth was so dry it was hard to speak his tongue still felt swollen from whatever the orcs had put in his mouth. "Thirss.." He tried to talk but it hurt too much as he started to cough. When he was done he felt his brother lifting his head and he felt warm liquid on his lips. He opened his eyes to see his uncle was pushing a cup to his face. He drank greedily feeling the warmth hit his stomach, but he suddenly felt sick and pulled his head away. "Agh." He moaned turning his head what little water he drank coming back up. He felt a hand rubbing circles on the middle of his back, it was warm against his cold skin. His body started to shake and he became cold. He looked down at his the liquid mess he had made. It was on Filli's boot and the side of his thigh. "Sorry." He whispered to his brother.
"Don't worry about it." Filli said as he smiled down at his brother. He ruffled his hair before shifting his brother so that he was now lying on his back. "You need to rest." He rolled up a spare jacket in a ball and put his under his brother head for a pillow. "But after we bandage your wounds." Filli smiled down at his sick brother.
"How bad do I look?" Killi asked reaching up his left hand to touch his face. But then stopped to look at the end of his fingers. They were swollen and two of his finger nails were black, and the pain when he tried to move them was awful. Thinking back to how it happened made him want to be sick again. He let out a moan as he turned his head away from his brother. "I don't wanna look like this."
"Killi, you don't look that bad. And what wounds you have now they will heal. The worse case to happen would be small scarring. No one will see them." He paused looking at his brother feeling his hurt. "And besides scars tell stories, and they made you look like one bad dwarf. The girls will love you!" Filli couldn't help but smile at his comment.
"But I have a bald spot. My hair wont ever grow back." Killi said looking up at his big brother with sad puppy eyes while he rubbed the spot where the orcs had ripped at.
"Dont worry Killi, it will grow back. I promise." Filli patted Killi's good arm.
"But my hair grows so slow...I cant ever grow a beard right!" Killi looked like he was going to cry.
Filli knew it bothered his brother a lot that he was the only one in their company that didn't have a beard. Not really even a start of one. "Well if it doesn't I will have Dwalin pull out a chunk of my hair so we will match." Filli have it done too no matter how much he loved his hair. He would do it for his brother if it made him feel better, his brother came before his pride.
"Thanks Filli." Killi knew his brother was trying to make him feel better and it was working, untill he thought back to what the orcs did to him. He just wished the memories would go away and the wounds to disappear. He looked back at his brother and seeing Filli smiling made him feel a lot better. His brother always seemed to be so stong it made him want to be just like him. He was just glad his brother was by his side. He knew his brother and uncle would never leave him in that cave.
I like the ending to this one. Next chap will have brotherly bonding and cudddles. :) I'll try to make it as sweet and mushy as I can, thank you for reading! And I now realise that Killi and Filli's names are spelled wrong but my computer keeps changing it making it have 2 l's. Please bear with me untill I can get it changed.