Ok, so I was listening to the song 'Where Do We Draw The Line' by Poets Of The Fall, and this story just hit me.
Thanks to a lovely review from LavenderCrystalOfRoses, I have written another chapter. I did make this one longer. :)
Fili knew that he didn't have time to morn nor did he have that much time before the fire would cut him off from the only escape route. Quickly he grabbed Kili and climbed up the ladder as fast as he could. He didn't stop running until he got out of the burning house. As he ran out he could see the other houses that had burned and where still burning. He could see the orcs retreating from the village. The flames and the shadows that they cast looked as if they were dancing, satisfied with the destruction that they caused. Around him he could see other dwarves coming out of hiding. Fili could hear their screams as they found their dead family member's bodies that scattered the ground and whose blood stained the streets. The wind was hot from the fire and the green fields where burned to nothing but ash. He could hear the quiet whispers of prayers. To him the sounds sounded like a mourning poem for the fallen. How was this aloud to happen? Where was the line drawn? With the death of many?
The next thing that Fili knew is that one of the dwarves, Nori if he remembered correctly, was kneeling in front of him.
"Are you hurt Fili?" Nori looked intently at the small dwarfling in front of him holding his baby brother and a sword stained with black blood. Slowly Fili shook his head.
"Can you tell me where your mother is?" Nori asked. Fili just hung his head and pointed behind him at the burning house that he had just run out of a few moments before. Understanding flashed in Nori's eyes.
"Ori come here and take Fili with you to find Dori." Nori called to his younger brother. Once Ori was with Fili Nori ran inside the burning house and down into the cellar. Grabbing Dis' body he quickly ran out of the house. He went to the house of healing, which had fortunately not caught on fire, and told Oin the healer to prepare Dis' body for burial. A loud cry came from behind Nori who turned and looked at Thorin carrying the body of his sister's husband. Thorin gently set his brother-in-law's body in the bed right beside his sister.
"I'm sorry for your loss my king." Nori said.
"I don't have time to grieve for them now." Thorin said trying to keep himself from falling apart. "I need to find my nephews before any harm come to them too."
"I found them and sent them with my younger brother Ori to find Dori. They should be in the little cabin that we built in the woods a few years back. Come I will take you to them." With that Thorin followed Nori out into the last hours of the night.
Ori had tried his best to comfort the five year old dwarfling that Nori had put into his care, but when you're only eight yourself it can be an almost impossible task. Soon they came to a small cabin in the woods. Ori led Fili inside looking to check the area one last time before closing the door. Fili had set Kili onto one of the chairs in the small living room. And started to take his coat off when a loud voice came from the door way.
"And where have you been. I swear if you have taken anything again I'm going to personally throw you in jail!" Dori half yelled coming into the living room. He stopped short when he saw Ori, another small dwarfling, and was that a baby?
"My apologies, Ori. I thought that you were Nori."
"No problem. Dori this is Fili and his brother Kili. Nori told me to bring them here." Ori said.
"Welcome, I hope I didn't startle you too much." Dori said with a smile on his face. Fili only shook his head and went back to his brother.
"Can he talk, Ori? And what is that kid doing with a full sized sword?" Dori asked Ori quietly.
"I don't know. He hasn't said a thing since we left the village. My guess is that he's traumatized by the battle that had been going on. And I don't know where he got the sword from, but it must mean something important to him." Replied Ori.
"Well I guess that I should make some soup and light a fire." Said Dori as he walked to the kitchen. Fili just watched everything that went on while holding his brother.
It was almost midmorning when the door of the cabin slammed open. Dori, who had been sitting in a chair watching Ori and Fili sleep, jumped up sward and grabbed his sword. Fili had also woke up and grabbed his sword as well ready to kill whatever woken him up. That is until he saw who it was that was standing in the doorway.
"Uncle Thorin!" Fili yelled as he ran to his uncle's open arms.
"Uncle Mum she's…"
"I know, I know."
"Uncle? Where's Da?"
"Fili he has gone to be with your mother." Thorin said, his voice breaking.
"Was it Bolg that killed him?" Fili asked with all seriousness. Thorin stared at his older nephew in shock. Fili should be crying his little heart out right now, not asking if a certain orc killed his father.
"What?" Thorin asked still in shock.
"Did Bolg kill my Da?" Fili asked again.
"Yes, but I don't see why you would ask such a thing." Thorin said. Looking at his nephew Thorin saw that his eyes burned with a fiery hatred that nothing could quench. Fili didn't answer his uncle, instead he went back to his brother and fell asleep.
The funeral was held some days later. Thorin grieved for his sister and her husband, other family and friends grieved for the dead couple, even the people who didn't even know the family grieved. But not Fili. He was the only one that didn't and would never grieve. Where was his mother's open arms? Where was his father lion heart? 'Gone. They are both gone. They both sleep in the hallowed ground now.' Fili told himself. The sun was going down by the time the funeral ended, the cool autumn wind blowing through the leaves. There were only three things that Fili knew no matter what tomorrow would bring. He was here, he was alive, and he was free. Free to choose his course in life and to fulfill his promise to his mother.
"That monster Bolg killed my Da and Mum." Fili said turning to look up at Thorin. "Next time I see him I'll end his miserable life." Fili stated. 'That's where I'm drawing my line.'
For years to come he would train to improve his skill as a warrior. He had given his mother's sword to Kili when he turned thirty. When he was seventy- nine, Fili started to hear his uncle talk about a quest to reclaim Erebor. The next year found Fili packing his things to head to the Shire where they would meet the rest of the company and their burglar. When he had gotten to the top of the hill leaving the village, Fili turned around.
"I will fulfill my promise to you mother. Bolg will pay for what he did. I will end his life once and for all." With that he turned and headed West toward the Shire and closer to his goal.
One more chapter (maybe two) left to go.
