Warning! This is not the real chapter. Killi dies! This is for me and the ones who like death and sadness. I wrote this because I couldnt help myself. I'm super happy with the way it turned out! XD Its sad, hurtful, and you might need a tissue. I posted it cause my computer has a bad habit of eating my stuff to where its gone. So that is why I posted two chapters so yall could see them both. Thank you all for reviewing my last chapter! It was awsome to know that someone liked my fic!
The real chapter is in the next page. My mom read it and wanted to throw orc shit at me! :O I ducked. This is the sadest Fic I have done
With a flick of the orcs wrist Killi's ear was no more. Killi let out a painful howl. The bigger orc walked over seeing the ear on the sand he picked it up. "Fless." He smiled popping it in his mouth, he chewed the grisly ear.
Killi watched the disgusting orc eat his ear, gagging he lowered his head emptying what little he had in his stomach. The smaller orc looked down at his boot seeing the mess he snarled. "Bahd gazat!"
He grabbed ahold of Killi's jaw and slashed his knife down his face from the top of his eye brow to his jaw. "You will learn to keep your mouth shut!"
Killi shut his eyes crying, the pain was becoming unbearable. His headache was coming back with vengeances this time and his face was becoming numb. He could feel the blood from his ear running down his neck and he could hear the blood rushing though his veins. He was starting to loose faith that he would be saved in time.
The bigger orc came over to Killi looking at his shoulder, he poked at it. "H'gralp." He took the knife from his follower and sliced a piece of flesh off of the muscled part of Killi's shoulder. He licked the blade staring at the piece he just cut off Killi and started to lick it. Smiling he said, "Gug." Before popping that two in his mouth chewing on the soft flesh. "You taste so good…tender." He walked back over to the dwarf licking his lips.
Killi's eyes were still closed trying to think of the good times he had with his brother. He remembered laughing as the two pulled a prank on Thorin when they were young teens. He tried to concentrate on that thought as he felt the orc grab at his chest. He opened his eyes blinking so he could see a little better though the blood that covered his eyes. The orc grabbed at his peck cutting into it, he cut a jagged square as he ripped the flesh free of his muscle. It hurt so bad he could hear his flesh rip is it was pulled off.
Killi's eyes shut again his face tightening from the pain making his face wounds hurt more. He wanted to die so bad, he knew he shouldn't be thinking that but he couldn't stop himself. The pain was getting worse and he didn't think it would ever stop. And when it did he would be so badly scarred that he would never want to go out in public. The only good thing would be that no one would think he looked like a youngling again. Instead he'd be Filli's ugly brother who followed him and Thorin around. To be pitied, and never looked directly in his ravaged face.
He found himself sobbing again but at the moment he didn't care. He hoped that if he didn't make it that his uncle would avenge him and make these orcs pay. And he hoped his brother would be ok without him, because he knew he wouldn't do well if Filli had died. They meant the world to each other and he couldn't picture a time he wasn't with Filli.
Once the bigger orc was done with his small snack he looked at the smaller one. "H'gralp Morrunt?"
Morrunt nodded out stretching his hand for the knife. The bigger one gave it over and he cut into Killi's rib peeling off a good two inch strip. He popped it into his mouth chewing the tender bloody piece. It tasted a little salty on the skin part but oh so tender and coppery on the inside. "Umm."
Killi let out a moan coughing up the blood that was making its way down his throat from his missing tooth. Blood leaked out of his mouth again dribbling down his chin, his mouth was slightly open his face feeling weak. He felt one of the orcs hand rub from his lower lip to his chin.
"Having trouble with your mouth are you? We should fix that for you."
Killi looked up to see Morrunt looking at him licking the blood that he had just wiped off his chin off his fingers. Killi's stomach felt like it was turning and bile rose in his throat once again. He swallowed several time trying to keep the burning sensation down. Morrunt looked to his leader. "You want to help Zoduz?"
Zoduz shook his head the look on his face saying he was having enough fun watching.
Morrunt waved his stolen elf knife in front of Killi's face. He ran the tip down Killi's neck tracing it down the middle of his chest stopping an inch above his bellybutton. He pushed the tip of it into Killi's skin twisting it.
Killi tried moving back but the pole wouldn't allow it. Morrunt pulled the blade back out licking it. "Hosh." It said pushing his long dirty finger in Killi's new wound.
Killi could feel the orcs finger moving around under his skin flicking his organs. The feeling was strange, but it still hurt like hell. Morrunt pulled his finger back out looking at it smiling like had an idea he turned around walking over to the table. Killi could see the bigger orc watching him from where he stood near the stone table. He looked board his arms were crossed over his naked chest. Morrunt returned with a bottle of white powder. He opened it up and poured it over his wet bloody finger. Smiling he stuck his finger back in Killi's wound.
Killi almost immediately let out a scream as whatever the orc put on his finger burned his insides. Morrunt pulled his finger out wiping it on his growing cloth not daring to lick it. The feeling in his stomach spread to his chest making it hard to breath. He looked at the orc eyes red as tears ran down his face. His face was wet with blood and sweat and his mouth hung open. He felt his limbs going numb, he could no longer feel the end of his finger tips and his chest was starting to feel cold.
Morrunt went behind him grabbing ahold of his head pulling it back. "Glob, you're going to die." He said in Killi's good ear like he didn't think Killi had known.
Everything was fading away, his vision was blurred and he could hear his heartbeat getting slower. But there was a sudden sound, but it sounded so far away. It was unfair that he had to die as such a young age.
"Ack!" He heard Morrunt yell, the pressure of the orc hold his head up left and his head fell limp his chin resting on his chest.
He could hear rustling and swords clinging together as a battle went on. He was too weak now to hold his head up so he couldn't see what was going on. But he thought he heard his brother's voice, he couldn't make out what he said though. Soon after he felt someone touch the side of his cheek and his chin gently lifting his head up. He could almost make out a face as he started to blink sluggishly trying to get his vision better. Slowly his brother's face came into view and a smile emerged on Killi's face. "Fi…" He tried to say his brother's name but it was becoming too hard to keep his eyes open so he let them close.
He could hear a rope being cut free as one of his arms suddenly fell back to his side followed by the other and he was lowered to the ground. "Hurtss." He opened his eyes to look up at his brother trying to muster a smile but he couldn't feel his face any longer so he had no idea if he had managed it. He tried to speak but nothing came out, just a strangled sound. He could hear his brother speaking to him but it sounded muffled. He closed his eyes again knowing that that was the last time he would ever get to see his brother face again. He wished so badly that he could hear what his brother was saying, and he wished he could see his brother many more times. It sucked. He would not get to tell his brother goodbye, and he wouldn't be able to tell him that he loved him and his uncle. He hoped they knew how he felt. He thought he felt a tear slide down his face not knowing if it was his brother's or his own.
Thorin and Filli rushed in seeing the two orcs in the room, one was behind Killi holding his head up. Filli let out a war cry as he ran at the bigger of the two orcs he saw. It had no time to draw his sword as Filli jabbed his own into its heart. It let out a cry as Filli withdrew his sword kicking the almost dead orc to the sandy ground.
Thorin took care of the other one but he dropped his goblin cleaver as he saw the state Killi was in. "My Duran." He whispered going to Killi's tied wrist.
Filli ran to his brother grabbing his face lightly lifting it up to look at his face. Tears came to his eyes as he looked at the mess his brothers face was in. "Killi?" Killi's eyes met his and he looked like he was trying to smile but Filli wasn't sure. He heard his name leave his brothers lips as his eyes closed. "No. Killi. Open your eyes, stay with me…Please?"
"Hurtss." Filli heard this brother say his eyes slowly opening. Filli let out a small cry as he watched his brother start to slip away, a tear slipped off the end of his nose lading on his brother's face. "Gandalf, do something please!" Filli begged the tall wizard but Gandalf shook his head sadly.
"I can't do anything for him. He's too far gone, and it looks as if he was poisoned." Gandalf looked down tears coming to his eyes. Filli was breaking his hear, it was heartbreaking as it was watching Killi die.
Thorin kneeled down next to his nephews tears coming to his eyes. He looked Killi over, he had no shirt on and he was covered in blood and sweet. His chest had horrific markings, blood was pouring from a hole that was above Killi's bellybutton. The blood seemed to be mixed with black ooze. Killi's face was a mess of cuts and bruises and Thorin moved some of Killi's hair to get a better look. "They cut his ear off." He said sadly. He ran his hand down Killi's face trying to comfort him but being mindful of the cuts.
Filli held his brother closer as he started to cry. He felt his soul break as he watched his brother's breath become less and less. He kicked himself for letting the orcs take his brother. If he had just been a better fighter. He knew this would haunt him for the rest of his life. What little bit of life he had left, it would be filled with guilt and sadness along with a big empty spot. He looked down at his brother's chest as saw that it was no longer moving. "Nooo. No!" He held his brother in a tighter embrace rocking him and his brother back in fourth.
Thorin watched Filli rock himself and his brother. Killi's face was snow white his lips blue. He didn't know what to do or say his whole body felt numb. He rose up on his feet, turning on Gandalf. "What good are you oh mighty Gandalf! " He grabbed his robes, and stared up at him. "My boy doesn't deserve this. You can stand there and look at him and do nothing? Wizard! You will fix him, now! You said you would do anything to help me." Tears ran down his bearded face, as he faced the only one who could possibly save his nephew. "Please."
Filli looked up at him, eyes red and puffy, nose running and face red. "I'll do anything, give anything. Just save my little brother." His voice rough from tears, and deep sobs that still shook his slender frame.
"I can't do it. I'm so sorry. He's too far gone." Gandalf stood up looking down at Killi sad he turned around unable to look at him any longer. Filli's begging broke his heart, he was so young and yet he already lost so much. He felt ashamed that he couldn't save the young dwarfing.
"You worthless piece of dirt! Get out of here!" Thorin yelled watching the wizard go he grabbed Killi's hand and started to cry again. The sounds of Filli crying broke his heart more, he kissed Killi's cold hand. "I'm so sorry son." Speech had become impossible as he began to cry hopelessly, one hand on Filli's arm.
Please dont give up on this story, and dont throw things at me.