The hair was soft, not nearly as soft as Bilbo's and it was a dirty blonde not light brown. Thorin held up the head, turning it around in his hands. Red rivets of blood trailed down his bracers, slowly dripping from his elbows. This one he had killed himself, found her running into the very woods that the people of Lothering found so terrifying. It infuriated him so much that he almost threw up after cutting up the body to the point it was unrecognizable as even human.
His eyes trailed over the features, his mind numbingly blank. He pushed his thumbs into the eyes of the head he held, sliding them under the eyelids and up, pocketing the skin from meat and bone. The skin tore as he worked his thumbs up into the forehead. Then a thought struck him.
"Bofur?" He slowly blinked as he continued to peel skin away as if he was merely dealing with fruit.
"Yes?" The dwarf being the closest one to the king at the time.
"How hard would it be to make this look like a dragon attack?"
The miner folded his arms, a bloodied set of fingers twirled the end of his mustache as he thought. "It would take a little time, a day or so, but I think we can do it."
Thorin took hold of a fold of loose skin and tossed the head into the air. "Get started."
Bofur grinned and gave a small salute before trotting off leaving Thorin to his own devices. The other canwyll corph had yet to enter the dwarven king's body, but it had succeeded in throwing his mind into a dark pit. He wasn't aware of what he was doing, not since he had to leave Bilbo and Fili in the forest. He left behind so much that he was hollow, the only thing left for him to be protective over was Kili.
He clasped his hands behind his back, slowly walking through the carnage of what his company had done. His boots squelched on flesh, crunched on bone. He took a deep breath through his nose, his mind mulling over the new plan to reclaim their home. Without Bilbo they needed to accumulate a vast army and what better way than to show that the dragon was not asleep? Forcing men and elves into desperation to raise up arms with the dwarven king at the lead. He would give an empty promise of gold as a praise to seduce the ones that did not hold the courage or rage towards vanquishing Smaug. With this new plan he didn't have to do it by Durin's Day. He could take his time. Target many villages and he knew, it would work.
He heard a noise, looking over he found it was only Kili pinning Ori up against a wall, their mouths locked in a blood soaked kiss as their hands fumbled at each other's clothes. He snorted, their lust was getting worse. "Kili!"
Kili pulled back, his coat off, tunic open and trousers halfway unlaced. "What?!"
"Keep your tone in check," Thorin warned. He looked at Kili's trousers and nodded his head. "Lace yourself up, I have a job for you."
"Can't it wait?"
"It can, but so can your needs wait until you are in a proper setting and not in public."
"If we take it inside can you give me some time and then I can do whatever you want." Kili shifted, his sex straining against the laces of his trousers.
"Only if you can make it inside a house."
Kili grabbed a fistful of Ori's jacket, practically running to the first door he saw.