Chapter Seventeen
Three months later..
Rivendell
Thorin and Cyril had departed from Erebor three months ago, to journey to Rivendell where Cyril will be giving birth. Thorin, of course left Fili in charge of the kingdom while he is gone, and accompanying himself and Cyril on the journey is Dwalin, Balin, Kili and Tauriel. It had been a relaxing several days for all of them. "Besides, I think being away from the Kingdom would do you some good laddie." said Balin. "Yes, and being stuck here with elves." grumbled Thorin.
"I cannot believe you're still hung over.." began Cyril. Dwalin laughed, interrupting Cyril's remark. "I assume you would be over that by now!" said Tauriel. "Yes." said Cyril. Suddenly, Thorin looked at Cyril and grinned. "Gotcha!" said Thorin. Balin rolled his eyes. "Yes, I agree, this is kind of like a vacation." said Thorin. "Where are you two off to?" asked Balin, noticing Tauriel and Kili about to leave. "We're going to walk around the palace for a while. We're going to the gardens first." Kili.
"Just keep your clothes on!" Cyril called out, as she remembered catching Kili and the rest of the dwarves bathing in the fountain, on their last visit in Rivendell. Dwalin barked with laughter. Kili just looked at Cyril with a playful glare as they left the room.
Ten months later…
Time was getting closer to the birth of Cyril and Thorin's child, (or should say children) since Elrond informed them that Cyril is carrying twins. It amazed all of them when they found out, knowing that twins is a rarity among dwarves. Cyril had been instructed to remain on bed rest since it had been getting closer to time to have her twins, and Thorin remained by her side, during that whole time. One night, Cyril woke up. "Thorin, send for Elrond!" said Cyril, as she winced in pain. Thorin quickly nodded, as he left the chamber.
It didn't take long for Thorin to arrive, followed by Elrond, and several elven healers. "Oh, dear! She's running a fever-a high fever.." said one healer. Thorin closed his eyes. He knew this didn't sound good at all. "What of the children? Are they healthy?" asked Thorin. "Yes." said another. "Alright, Cy, its time for you to push.." coached Elrond. Cyril nodded, as she began pushing.
Soon, Cyril could hear cries as Elrond and another healer held two infants, two boys. "You have two sons, Thorin and Cyril!" said Elrond, smiling at them. Cyril smiled weakly, as she took Thorin's hand. "And what are we going to name them?" asked Thorin. "Frerin II, and Thror II!" Cyril replied. After both infants are washed and wrapped in blankets, they gently handed over the newborns to Cyril as she held them. Both infants have blue eyes, and one had blonde hair, and the other had dark hair, like Thorin's.
"Frerin will be the blonde one." said Cyril. Thorin laughed. "What?" said Cyril. "I'm laughing because I'm happy, Cy! You have given birth to two healthy sons!" said Thorin softly, as he kissed her cheek. An hour later, Balin, Dwalin, Kili and Tauriel entered so they could meet the newborns. "My dearest kin, allow me to introduce you to the newest members of the family: Frerin II, and Thror II" said Thorin. "Oh, they are beautiful!" beamed Tauriel. "Young Frerin has blonde hair like Fee's!" beamed Kili. "How did you manage to pull that one off? Having a son with blonde hair?" asked Dwalin.
"I don't know-really." said Cyril. As the night progressed, everyone took turns with the newborns. During the middle of the night, Cyril woke up, sweating. "Thorin-send for Lord Elrond.." gasped Cyril weakly. "What's going on, Cy?" asked Thorin gently, after he put the infants to bed. "I feel so drained, I'm feeling terribly hot, and I cannot breathe." said Cyril. Thorin noticed Cyril's features turning pale, and her breathing slowing down. "Cyril, please don't fade on me now-just rest, I'll go get Lord Elrond!" said Thorin. Cyril nodded, as Thorin quickly left the room. By the time they returned, they found Cyril laying in bed, her eyes closed, and barely moving. "Cy-Elrond is here.." whispered Thorin.
When Thorin reached for her hands, they were ice cold. "No-no, Cyril! Open your eyes! Please, open, open, open your eyes!" whispered Thorin. "Allow me, Thorin." said Elrond stepping forward, placing his head on Cyril's chest. Elrond's eyes widened. And he bowed his head gravely. "We have lost her-!" said the Elf Lord gravely. "No! She's not dead!" shouted Thorin, angrily, as he picked up Cyril cradling her in his arms. "No, no Cyril, don't leave me!" shouted Thorin. "Should I send for your kin folk?" asked Elrond. Thorin nodded, as Elrond left the room.
It didn't take long for Balin, Dwalin, Kili and Tauriel to arrive, and hearing the news of Cyril's death, devastated all of them. "She did warn us! She warned us this was going to happen!" said Thorin sadly. Balin approached his friend, placing his hand on Thorin's shoulder.
But Thorin angrily shoved Balin's arm away, and he quickly stood up and left the room. Dwalin looked at his brother. "We must return home, we'll bury her there." said Dwalin gravely. Balin nodded. Kili wept openly as Tauriel held the dwarf close to her. "They'll never know their mother-Cyril-why couldn't she just stay strong and hang in there for her sons-why?!" cried Kili.
Three days later, Thorin and the dwarves, and Tauriel departed from Rivendell, alongside with the body of Cyril. Tauriel took up job as a nanny to care for the newborns during the journey back home. During the entire journey, Thorin hardly spoken to anyone, stricken with grief. He even distanced himself from his own children, much to the concerns of Balin, Dwalin, Tauriel and Kili. Days later, they approached the Woodland Realm, and Tauriel suggested they would stay there and rest. Even King Thranduil offered them to stay.
That same night over supper, Thorin wasn't there, as he wanted to be alone in the guest rooms Thranduil provided them. "I'm worried about him. This has really taking a toll on him. Its bad enough, he has still grieved of losing Frerin and his Grandfather-but this is different…losing his wife. And now he's distancing himself from his own sons because of it-that's the sad part." said Balin sadly.
"I know what's it like of losing a wife. I've been there myself. I done the same thing with my son, and to this day I regret it-and sadly we still have our differences." said Thranduil, and he stood up and left the table. Thranduil shortly found the guest room where Thorin had stayed in, and he knocked on the door. "GO AWAY!" barked Thorin. "King Thorin, its me Thranduil, may I come in?" asked Thranduil. "NO! Just leave me and my wife alone!" Thorin shot back angrily.
Thranduil opened the door and entered, and he found Thorin sitting on the floor cradling the lifeless body of Cyril in his arms. "Why? Why her? Why can't it be me instead?!" wept Thorin. "Thorin, I understand what you're going through. I lost my wife, she died in my arms. And it hurts-but there is something you must know-you must be there for your children-they need you. Your sons need you, because they don't have their mother-trust me on this-My son and I never been on the best of terms of that same reason. And I keep telling myself I can't keep going on like this, distancing myself from my own son. Thorin, keep your children close to you, even if your wife is no longer here." said Thranduil.
Thorin sighed. "I cannot believe I'm saying this, but you are right." said Thorin. Thranduil chuckled.
"I'm shocked. You're actually agreeing with me for once." said Thranduil. "Don't push it, Thranduil!" grumbled the dwarf king. Shortly, Kili and Tauriel entered. "Is everything okay?" asked Kili. "Everything's fine, Kili. Kili, would you mind bringing Frerin and Thror to me please?" asked Thorin, standing up. "Of course. I'll be right back!" said Kili, and he left the room. It didn't take long for Kili to return with the newborns, as he gently handed over to his Uncle, whomis now sitting in a chair.
After that, Thranduil, Kili and Tauriel left the guest room, allowing Thorin some time alone with his newborn sons. "I'm so sorry-we tried saving your mother-I tried-and I failed-but don't worry, I will always be with you, and I'll make sure you will become fine lads when you get older, I promise you that!" Thorin said gently, as he gently rocked both newborns. "What's that? Your brother kicked you? He didn't mean to!" laughed Thorin.
Soon, Thorin began to hum softly to the newborns, and he soon started to sing, as he held the infants close to his chest.
Two days later..
Erebor
Thorin and the dwarves arrived home, as they entered. Fili and Dis greeted them, and they noticed the grave looks on the faces of Thorin, Balin, Dwalin and Kili. "Where's Cyril? Why isn't she with you?" asked Dis. "Lets meet in the private parlor, and I shall tell you." said Thorin, as he handed the infants over to Dis, and he introduced them to his sister. "Twins-she had twins! But where is Cy?" asked Dis again. "She died, mother!" spoke up Kili, who barely couldn't hold it in much longer.
Dis's eyes widened. "No!" gasped the Dwarf Princess. "We tried saving her, but there wasn't much we can do." said Thorin. "We've all agreed she will be buried here." said Balin. Dis had volunteered to look after the newborns while Thorin, and the rest of the dwarves made arrangements for Cyril's funeral. "Dwalin, come here for a minute!" Balin called out to his brother. Dwalin walked towards his brother. "We must keep a close eye on Thorin, especially now, since we're back home! He will find a way into the treasury again, and I fear it will come back on him." said Balin.
Dwalin nodded. "I will keep my eyes on him! Both eyes at that!" said Dwalin firmly, as they entered the Council chamber. "Dwalin, take Cyril's body to the tombs. The entombment will be arranged this afternoon, as well as the services." said Thorin. "Thorin, where are you going?" asked Balin, as he noticed the Dwarf King about to leave the chamber. "To the Balcony. I need some time alone." Thorin replied. "Okay, as long as you'll be in the Balcony." said Balin. Thorin gave Balin a sharp glare, and then left.
Thorin first went to his chambers, and entered. But as he entered, he seen many things in the room that reminded him of Cyril. He approached a desk where some of her drawings had been kept, and he rummaged through him. He found one drawing she had made of Thorin and his companions gathered in Bilbo's sitting room, singing and playing their instruments, and he noticed the image of himself, in the corner by the fireplace playing on his harp. Cyril loved it when I played my harp and sang, it always relaxed her, thought Thorin.
Thorin put away the drawings, and he noticed his harp, still standing in the same place where he always kept it, and he walked over and sat down at the harp, pulling the instrument close to him, as he started to play.
Sad, melancholy music came flowing from his finger tips as he played, tears falling down his face as he played the music, and thinking of Cyril.
Tombs of Erebor
A bright light shown through the darkness of the tombs, as Cyril laid. She opened her eyes, feeling puzzled and confused why she is laying inside a tomb. She looked up and saw the bright light approaching her, and removing the lid from the tomb. Cyril looked up, and saw a very beautiful woman with dark brown hair, and green eyes looking down at her. The woman wore all white, and she adorned green leaves in her hair. "Who are you?" asked Cyril.
"I am Yavanna. I'm here to bring you back to your family. You deserve a second chance, Cyril Firesilver. You have done incredible deeds of saving the Line of Durin from fallen, and you deserve a second chance at life. You have two beautiful children now, that needs a mother!" said Yavanna softly. "I'm dead?" gasped Cyril. "For the time being yes, but you will be back with your family! Just lay still, young one!" said Yavanna, as she placed her hands on Cyril's forehead. And she heard the woman began to sing, in the most beautiful voice she had ever heard.
Soon the singing ended, and the woman disappeared. Cyril sat up. "Where did you go? I still have questions to be answered!" Cyril called out. Suddenly, she could hear heavy footsteps walking down the stairs of the tombs, and then she could see Dwalin entering the tombs. As Dwalin entered, he could see Cyril sitting up inside the tomb she was placed in. "CYRIL!" cried out the dwarf.