He was exhausted beyond everything, lived through the battle to the next morning to see the sun rise. Now everything was settled. There was only languor left when he sat beside his brothers and only thing what he could think how peaceful it was.
They had won. It was better what he had though. They had only day ago blamed each others and now, there they were, working together, side by side. It was big miracle. How long that would last? He truly hoped that it would last. He was tired to fight.
He set up Ori's head in his lap, stroking dirty hair and smiled as her little brother finally narrowed his eyes.
"Dori?"
"Who else?"
"Nori?"
"Right here little brother. You gave us a scare for a while.
"Sorry."
"Never be." He hummed, watching how the dust of the battle flow slowly down. Someone was singing a sad song for the dead and missed. It echoed through the valley and there was other who joined it. Also Nori raised his chin and started to sing.
He hadn't heard that in long long time and he realized how much he had missed Nori's voice. Ori was sleeping again.
Maybe he would finally let him go, his precious little brother. He had proven to be able to take care of himself, not being child anymore.
"New life." He whispered but remembered then that Kili and Thorin were their dead bed and Bofur had also wounded badly. Then one though hit him hard.
"Where's Bilbo?"
Nori stopped singing.
