Part. 12
Kili sighed from relief when he felt his brother's hand at his own. He turned carefully his gaze to Fili and smiled little. "Fili, are you okay?" He asked whispering. Fili turned his gaze into his brother and smirked weakly. "I felt like I would be grounded shit. Fuck those orcs. Hopefully I killed possibly many of them." Kili smirked back, weakly. "You did great Fili. You killed so many of them and that white orc surely thought twice before he will going to attack us again." Kili answered him with a weak smile. Then wave of pain forced him to wincing. Something was crammed into his stomach. It was moist piece of fabric, apparently it was swam in cleanser, because it caused to him burning and smarting like a hell.
Kili was shaken. "What are you going to do?" He asked with unsure voice looking quickly to Thorin, Oin and Balin noticing just now the campfire what have been sure there already quite long time, and the dagger, what was in Oin's hand and he burned its blade in hot flame.
Chills run through young dwarf's back. "What are you going to do?" He asked again, with a weak voice. Thorin and Dwaling changed gazes. Neither of them didn't seem to want answer the question. Also Fili looked older dwarves, campfire and the dagger with concern. Protect filled his mind and he squeezed his little brother's hand stronger.
Oppressive silence filled the air. Then Balin cleared his throat and said as peacefully as he could: "Oin's need to burn your wound to close it. You have lost lots of blood and wound is deep, too deep to stitching. In addition from here to home is about two hours.
You will never survive that, because wound is leaking all the time. We have followed it in a good moment, and it hasn't dry up at all." Balin watched plaintively when young dwarf's pale face gets even paler. He didn't like this neither. Nobody of them, but if they may save Kili's life, they needed to do it.
Fili breathed in horror. Was situation that serious? He grimaced from pain when his last wounds was cleaned and bandaged. He looked at his younger brother. It was true. Kili was already now too pale; he had lost too much blood. Balin was right.
Next Fili turned to his uncle. "Isn't there another option?" He asked quietly from his uncle. "Unfortunately no. Kili will die, if we don't do it." Answered his uncle and turned his fearful eyes into his older nephew. Fili stirred from fear, he hadn't ever seen his uncle so scared.
Kili shook. Truly shook. He didn't know was it from fear or blood loss. Maybe both of them, but he was dizzy and freezing. He squeezed his brother's hand like it would be his last hope. He couldn't even protest or fight against others, because he knew it will be useless.
However, he tried to sit, but his uncle gently but intently pushed him back to the ground tried to smile encouraging. "Kili. You are heir of Durin. You're brave and persistent. Take advantage of it. Fear is not wrong, but don't give up to it now." Thorin said with peaceful voice, but Kili could sense fear and pain behind it and see it from his uncle's eyes.
Kili nodded slowly and then turned his unsure gaze to Fili's blue eyes. Fili squeezes his hand gently and Kili closed his eyes breathing deep. Thorin nodded to Oin, who gave him thin, fabric plated stick. "Let Kili bite this. He's going to need it." Oin said when he handed it to Thorin. Thorin nodded to his old friend and pushed then stick into his nephew's mouth, praying same time Aule. Kili bit the stick shutting tightly his eyes, breathing deep, preparing to upcoming.
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Oin raised blazing dagger out of fire and wiped sweat from his forehead with his free hand. Now he needed to focus. He had done processing to many warriors, but Kili was the youngest who he had done it. He only had to wish that pain and shock wouldn't be too much to young lad.
Bofur looked restlessly at their village doctor. Usually he always was immediate, perky and happy, but now big concern had got instilled inside him. They all knew risks of the operation. They only had to wish and pray Aule. He pressed his hands to Kili's right arm hold him still. Lad tensed his muscles. "Calm down. Soon it will be over…" He whispered to Kili and hoped that he could hear it.
Dwalin looked at pale laddie and then turned his gaze to Thorin. Thorin was his long-term friend and they had been through a lot together. Although Dwalin was a ferocious warrior, he loved the two brothers with all his heart, and never would like to see happen any harm to either. He has been along with Thorin who had taught the brothers weapon handling skills and brought them to many excursions.
And now he was here and the boys were badly injured, one perhaps mortally. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands to catch Kili's feet, keeping him in place of them. He sensed the boy's fear and anxiety, and hoped that he would be able to help more.
Thorin took a deep breath when he knelt behind Kili's head and lifting him so that he could support his head on his knees. Carefully he lifted up his nephew's head and fell it to on top his knees. Kili whimpered silently and kept his eyes still tightly closed, clenching stick between his teeth.
Thorin put his hand on his shoulder and saw Kili stir when he pressed his hand against on his left shoulder. So, he was infringed it, too, hopefully not seriously. He nodded with a sigh to Oin that he was ready. Oin nodded back and turned towards Balin: "Remove the fabric and put even more the cleaning solution to wound." He said to Balin and Thorin noticed him nodding.
Balin took a deep breath and gently loosens carefully, but fast the fabric from young lad's wound. The lad gasped faltering in pain, and then Balin poured the cleaner directly from the bottle to Kili's wound. He saw how Kili's face distorter with pain when he bite the stick in his mouth and glittering tears on his cheeks told him the rest.
Suddenly the smell of burning flesh and blood spread to Balin's nose. Oin had pushed the burning hot dagger into Kili's wound. Kili's eyes flew wide open in horror.
Kili cried, but it was drowned into his stick. The smell of burning blood and meat made him sick, and the pain in his wound was unspeakable. He tried to get up from the ground to escape, but three pairs of hands and Fili's grip from his left hand hold. Thorin, Dwalin and Bofur pushed him to the ground when Kili trying to wriggle out of. How the pain does could be so horrible?
Kili's breathing thicken, it became quicker and quicker when the pain rise from the wound and finally he felt that he couldn't breathe anymore. Tears flowed down his cheeks like their wanted to drown him. Kili hoped that the pain would ease soon, but it just went on and burned him like hell. How long wills this still should take?
He again tried to escape, but the others grip held. Kili felt the hot dagger still in his wound; although Oin had already brought it out and cleaned once again at a rapid pace closing up wound. He wanted to be sure that it wouldn't infect.
Fili gasped in pain, feeling Kili's nails pushing into his own skin. He closed his eyes and could almost feel the pain of his brother. He heard Kili's thicken breathing and suppressed sobs and screams in his ears and squeezed his little brother's hand harder. He would be here till the end of the world if he had to. Suddenly Kili's breathing began to skip. He waved his brother's hand and then turned his gaze towards his uncle. "Kili's breathing does not work properly!" He cried in panic, and met his uncle's worried eyes.
Thorin thought for a terrible moment that he had heard Fili's words wrong, but when he checking the thing, he noticed that Fili was right. Kili's breathing was not working properly. The pain causing shock had been too much for him. Thorin took the stick out of his nephew's mouth and slapped him on the cheeks. "Kili! You need to breathe! Listen to me."
Kili heard the cry of his uncle for somewhere far away in the middle of black pain. Bretahe? To breathe. Had he forgotten that? He tried to breathe deeply, but something seemed to prevent him. It was a pain that spread to all over his body, and gather the darkness what had received him in its grip.
He felt his whole body shaking and freezing. Good. So at least he was still alive. He tried to breathe again, but again, something seemed to prevent him. Kili finally got to breathe again and the same burning pain was all over him again. He cried out in pain and felt arms around him. "Help, help me..." He muttered and once again a burning hell seemed to rob his body. The pain was the only thing he could feel.
Authors note: Hello again! Here it finally is: Chapter 12! Sorry it take so long to update this.. I have had some internet problems :/ And sorry for cliffie! But now I promise I will update this later today or at last tomorrow :) Hope you liked it! Please, tell me again what did you like and what you didn't like. Reviews always make my day :) Thanks again for follows, reviews and favourites, I appreciate them very much :) Keep going & Hugs!