"But Thorin! I want to go! I have to avenge their deaths!" Frerin yelled at his brother, tugging at his golden locks as he usually did when annoyed.

"Frerin, your barely 80!" Thorin stormed, slipping in to his armor.

Dwalin entered, looking for the source of the shouting. His armor was already on, his battle axes strapped to his back, he was braiding his beard in to plaits for luck. "Whats all this about? Your father wants you in the Royal tent, Frerin."

Frerin spared on more glare made of daggers to Thorin before stomping out the tent.

Dwalin came over to help Thorin with his chainmail, "Whats wrong with him? Hes not usually like this."

"He wants to come and fight, Dwalin. He thinks its his duty!" The young prince said, tugging at his sword belt unnecessarily hard in angry, "Hes going to get himself killed!"

Dwalin chuckled, "He's always been reckless, you should know that."

Thorin turned to look at his life long friend, "Do you think he should fight?"

Dwalin shifted, uneasily, "I think its his decision. But King Thror is taking it out of our hands now."

"What do you mean, Thror?" Thorin cried, "I thought you said it was Father!"

"It was," Dwalin looked taken aback, "King Thror was with him."

Thorin barely gave Dwalin time to finish before tearing out of his tent and towards the largest, in the middle of the temporary camp. He heard his younger brothers voice whining from inside:

"But Sire, I want to go!"

Then Thror's deep uninterested tone: "No, you will stay with your sister and thats my final word."

"I'm going wether you say so or not."

Thorin closed his eyes. why, oh, why did Frerin always contradict his King when he knows what will happen.

There was the wet slap of skin against skin and Frerin's yelp of pain.

Thror laughed, unkindly, "You think you can go in to battle when a small tap on the side of your face hurts? You young fool." There was another loud slap but his time Frerin kept his mouth shut.

Thorin couldn't take it anymore and, although he knew it would cost him dearly, barged in to the tent. "Get off him."

Thror's whole attitude changed. He became the warm, loving grandfather he used to be before the gold kicked in. "Thorin! How tough you look in that armour! Is it new?"

Thorin glared at the grandfather he could never come to love since he had first struck Frerin, he loaved the fact the Thror was only nice to him because of his place in the family. "Why did you hit him?"

Frerin shot an annoyed look at his brother, "Thorin, I can fight my own battles."

"Go and find Dis, Frerin."

"No! I will fight in this battle what ever you do!"

Thror made to strick him again but Thorin got in the way. Pain drilled in to his head like a knife, Thorin stumbled at the blow. Thror gazed down at him, realising but not really caring that he had hit the wrong person. Thorin turned to his brother, pushing him towards the tent flaps, "Go and find your sister!"

With that Frerin stormed out the tent.

With that was the last time Thorin saw his brother alive.

Many hours later, Thorin was searching the dead for his father. He stooped down every so often to turn over a body or help the injured. He wasn't prepared for it. Wasn't ready to see his brother. His brother so twisted and mutilated it was hard to recognise him at all. But Thorin knew it was him, he had know him his whole life after all. Knew him down to the last strand of hair, to the last bristle on his cheek from the beard he could never...would never grow out.

Thorin couldn't hear himself scream, he just opened his mouth and his world collapsed around him. He sunk down to the floor to lie next to his brother

Healers thought he was dead, they were right. There was no life in Thorin Oakenshield, no life worth living. Only when they tried to more Frerin away from him did he cry out a push the dwarves away from them...

Thorin now remembered what it was like to lose someone so close to him, someone that was part of his soul.

"Remember what happened your brother, then try and speak to me again." Fili had said. Thorin remembered and stayed silent.

Well, now Thorin knows how Fili feels. And I got my wanted Frerin chapter! I imagine that Frerin and Thorin weren't as close as Fili and Kili.

Enjoy!