#darachsciath

          he was  not quite  as  FINNICKY  as his uncle was, though he inherited that wanderlust bilbo had earned in his time. the young hobbit was, in much of the same way, adoring of tales of mysterious elven lands and hidden dwarven troves; he had been  raised  on bilbo’s story-telling, and was spoiled quite rotten with him

          eyes wide, nose wrinkling up as he sneaks out from the  smial,  following the dwarven noble from bag-end, curiosity having got the better of him. he hops up a small root, bare feet silently trampling as he made his way to the oakenshield.

            He had been tracking them for  d a y s. He was bordering on the lines of exhaustion, muscles aching and stomach tight with days of stark privation while on the trail. But they were NEAR — so near that the stink of their passing was on the wind. He had to be cautious, for he was only one, and them many — but nor could he allow such a group of orc to pass unheeded through these lands. 

He knew he should be helping his mother with cleaning or perhaps decorating, but the snowstorm from the night before had covered absolutely everything so how was he supposed to resist playing in it? Fili was already ‘old enough’ to help other dwarves of the town prepare for Yule, which left Kili to fend for himself for most of the days. 

a cloth licks against the wounds that litter the dwarf’s hardened features, a kindness from the duath. a fire crackled beside the pair, his head rested on her lap. the forest floor did not hold much comfort.  ❝  you have been out cold for a bit. bastard caught you by surprise, it seems.  ❞  a sigh leaves her as she sets the cloth aside, rubbing her blood stained hands against the sides of her cloak.  ❝  merely flesh wounds  ―  you will live. this forest is riddled with thieves . . . you would be wise to avoid it.  ❞

@darachsciath

Thorin stands where he might upon the wall of Erebor. All was well once more. Dis had moved back home, Fili and Kili were at his side ruling as they were always meant to be. Thorin had never felt prouder than he did now. Smiling he looked over at Kili and his breath seemed to catch. He was unable to look away.

Kili’s lower lip quivered as he looked up into the smirking face of Bolg. The spawn hd his bare hand reached right into a weeping wound in Kili’s chest and he wretched it out tearing the youths heart with it. Kili looked to Thorin and wailed as he fell ‘why?! Why didn’t you save me?’

Thorin tried to back away but he felt another body behind him and fearfully he looked and there was Fili- or half of him. He was shoved onto something pointy and hung there, only his upper half though and Azog sat below him, bathing in the blood that trickled down. ‘Uncle-! We trusted you, followed you on to this quest, why did this happen?’

Thorin turned and ran but he only made it into the halls that were ablaze with dragons fire. ‘Brother! Brother where are you?! We are trapped! Thorin! Nadad!’ Frerin cried out before the screams of someone cooking alive picked up and hundreds more wailed out. Thorin banged on a hot door, pulling and struggling to open it only pausing as something rolled to his feet and he was about to kick it away but it spoke.

‘You promised my wife I would make it home. It was a simple hunting trip. I was looking forward to hearing Kili’s first words. You failed Thorin. You failed all of us!’ Thorin dare not look at the head of Vili at his feet and only saw his sobbing Sister down the hall.

“Dis- Dis!” He ran and ran trying to get all the way to where she sat but the hall just grew and grew only ever making her further and further away. Raiders waltzed up to Dis and one smirked over their shoulder to look at him before reaching out. As their ranks closed around Dis Thorin would see his sobbing sister looking up as the one pushed a shoulder of her dress down, then there were too many to see her anymore only to hear her shrieks. Her pleas for her brother to save her.

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