At a run, Fili got back inside the mountain an spotted Kili, head bowed, with Thorin looming dangerously over him. He clasped his brother's bow tightly as he made is way towards him.
"Don't lie to me Kili Son of Durin!" Thorin snapped, gripping Kili by the shoulders.
"What's going on?" Fili questioned, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "What did Kee lie about?"
"I said that Ravina carve into my bow!" Kili cried, a long string of cuss words erupting from his mouth before he said Ravina's name. Thorin slapped him on the cheek, the kind that really stings and leaves a sore red patch of skin in it's wake. Fili winced at the crack that sounded out through the halls as a result.
"THAT'S FOR USING THOSE WORDS!" Thorin raised his hand again and brought it down on the other side of Kili's face. "AND THAT'S FOR LYING!" Rubbing his bright red cheeks, Kili glared up at Thorin.
"He's not lying Thorin, look!" Fili piped up and he thrust the bow under his uncle's nose. The King Under the Mountain snatched it up and squinted at it. There, clear as crystal, were the offending letters. This time, Thorin was the one to swear.
Kili lay in bed, unable to sleep. He hadn't bothered to change as he was not in the mood. He glanced over at his brother, who's sleeping form was breathing peacefully. Kili let out a sad sigh, a solitary tear snaking down his cheek. He silently sat up and got out of bed. He wiped at his face with his sleeve. He needed some fresh air. Quietly, he made his way to the door. Placing his hand on the cold doorknob, he tugged and the creaking door swung open. He spun round, but Fili was still peacefully sleeping. Kili crept out and leant against the wall outside. He sniffed, bowing his head. His long hair spilled over his shoulders and fell over his face. He could hear raised voices coming from the study, a few doors away. He glanced up, the soft light from the dusty candles lining the walls, danced on the shining stone of the corridor. Kili furrowed his brow and got close. The voices gradually became clearer and he could hear Thorin's prominent voice booming at who he thought, must have been his mother. The King's bellowing shook the floor and Kili's heart started to thump louder. He quietly mad his way to the wooden door of the study and pressed his ear against it, listening intently.
"THAT'S NOT TRUE DIS!"
"I'm afraid it is Thorin... I'm sorry... so so sorry..." Dis sounded as if she was crying. What wasn't true? Why was she so upset? Kili frowned, trying to figure it out.
"BUT THAT'S DISGUSTING- AN ELF! HERE!"
"Half elf..." Dis murmured. Kili's heart stopped. Half elf?
"I DON'T CARE- HE'S FILTHY! HE HAS TO GO!" Thorin roared loudly, slamming his fists on a table with such force, the door opened a crack, letting the shouts out louder into the corridor.
"Don't you dare! He stays!" Dis cried out protectively.
"HE HAS NO PLACE HERE! YOU AREN'T EVEN HIS MOTHER! KILI IS NOT MY HEIR- HE IS A DIRTY HALF-BREED!"
Kili stopped breathing and had to clamp a hand over his chest to start again. His face drained of all colour and his heart pounded in his head; he felt incredibly dizzy. He staggered backwards, slamming into the wall. His eyes were wide with shock, confusion, horror and disgust.
"Don't you dare speak about my son like that!"
"But he's not your son IS HE!" Thorin hissed, spitting as he did so. Dis spluttered through her tears.
"He's my son, I took him in..."
"You found the vermin on the forest FLOOR! Right where he deserves to be- along with his filthy mother! Mating with... with elves!" Kili's breathing quickened and he shook his head, trying to block out what he was hearing, refusing to believe it. He screwed his eyes up and clawed at his hair with his fingers, trying to get the thoughts of his head.
"Thorin! What was I supposed to do? Leave him there to die like his mother? She had broken her neck and he was only a baby! He couldn't have done anything!"
"But you knew he was half elf! So YES! You should have just left him to die!"
"HOW DARE YOU! I knew when I took the locket off of his mother, yes! B- what are you doing?! Give it back!" Kili can hear footsteps approaching the door. His eyes began to go red and water started to line his lids. Trembling, Kili pressed himself against the wall as the door swung open but instead of a person leaving, a golden locket was thrown savagely at the wall opposite. It dropped to the ground and slid over to Kili. Thorin walked back away from the door, back into the room and Kili stared down at the jewellery. He lifted a shaking hand and bent over, picking it up carefully. His hands were quivering so violently, he struggled to open it up. Eventually, he managed to open it up. Beneath the cracked glass inside, was an immaculate drawing of a fair haired dwarf woman with beautiful deep brown eyes and a short but thick curly beard, styled prettily with silver beads. Beside her... was an elf. He was tall and had sleek dark hair, running down his back and his face was clear and perfect. He had high cheek bones and dark blue eyes. The two were clutching a tiny baby between them. It had short wisps of dark wavey hair coming through and it's brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he grasped his mother's beard in his miniature fist.
Kili's tears dripped down onto the chipped clear glass and he didn't even notice Fili exiting their bedroom.
"Kili...?" He whispered worriedly from the doorway. Kili could not hear him. His ears were buzzing and his vision was blurry with tears. Swaying on his unsteady feet, the locket slipped from his fingers and plummeted to the floor. It let out a loud clinking metal sound as it landed. Kili looked up, mouth open, skin red and mottled and saw his brother. He stared at him, hot tears leaking down his face.
"What was that noise!?" Came an angry voice from inside the study and Thorin rushed out into the corridor. Kili spun round and stared at him, shaking.
"U-u-uncle..." He croaked reaching out a hand for him.
"Don't touch me you filth... You aren't worthy to lick my BOOT..." Thorin hissed, glaring daggers at him. Kili's mouth trembled and he shook his head, not knowing what to say. Dis ran out too and her face went a pale. Fili quickly joined them and he put a hand on Kili's shoulder but before he could open his lips, Thorin yanked him behind him. "Don't touch that creature Fili."
Dis stepped forward, shaking also. "Kili... I can explain!" But Kili didn't want her too. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He couldn't even think. Kili kept looking at Thorin, tears dribbling down his already wet cheeks, leaving vivid tracks.
"You make me sick... Look at you!" Thorin grabbed Kili roughly by the hair and looked him over. He huffed in disgust and spat on Kili's face. Shying back, Kili tried to speak.
"U...U-uncle... p-ple-" He was cut short by Thorin's sny remarks.
"Revolting." He pulled at a lock of Kili's hair, making him cry out. "Long, straightish hair" He scoffs "Couldn't even get that right, could you? Not fully dwarven not fully elven!" Fili widened his eyes and grabbed his uncle's elbow.
"What in Durin's name are you on about? What are you doing?! Get off my brother!" He tried to get round Thorin but he was shoved backwards and he nearly toppled over.
"He isn't your brother Fili... TELL THEM DIS!" Thorin thundered, making Kili fall backwards in shock. Thorin let go of his hair and he tumbled into the wall. Dis swallowed, a single tear running from her eye.
"H-he... h-he's a... a..."
"HIS FATHER WAS AN ELF! AND HIS MOTHER WAS SOME DISGUSTING DWARF THAT FRATERNISED WITH THEM! GOOD SHE DIED!" In a rage, Thorin lifted his heavy dwarven boot and brought it down on he locket, crushing it more. Fili stared at Kili, not knowing what to say.
"Y-you mean... he's not my little brother?"
"No..." Thorin hissed, still staring darkly at Kili, slumped on the stone wall. "He should've died like he was supposed to... he belongs to neither race."
"THORIN! THAT'S DISGUSTIING!" Fili slammed his uncle hard between the shoulder blades and Thorin spun round, grabbing him and restraining him. Kili slid down the wall, blinking back briny tears that refused to stop falling. He fell to the ground, not able to support his weight any more. The shock of what he had found out was too much and he got to his knees and elbows. His head swam and he retched. Thick bile spewed from his mouth onto the floor and he tried to catch his breath before more made it's way up his throat and out. It spattered all over the ground and Fili lurched forward desperate to get to him.
"Kili!" He cried out as Thorin pulled him back, tightly. Kili drew in laboured, gasping breaths and clutched his forehead and burning throat. He shakily grasped the wall and pulled himself to his weak feet. He looked up at Thorin, swollen eyes bulging and mouth dripping slightly. He stumbled backwards and started to run.
"Yeah that's it! Go! You are worth nothing! You have ruined everything!" Thorin shouted at his retreating back.
"No Kili! Don't leave me! Please!" Fili shrieked loudly, eyes watering with the strain of trying to get free of his uncle's relentless grip and because of the tears starting to fall. Kili stumbled round the corner, out of sight, not looking back.
(A/N:) *Hides face in hands* Don't kill me please...
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