a gender related to being a seer of death; or that one’s gender may only be perceived through death. falls under the genderseer system by @rockyroadmogai .
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“The Battle is over! We have won!” The cries of victory rang over the blood shed as the enemy retreated at the loss of their commander and son. Thorin stood over the body of a pale orc, beheaded and lifeless, and stared at his accomplishment. He could hardly believe that he had won. He could hardly believe that they had won. If it weren’t for the help of the Eagles and Beorn and everyone else, they surely would have lost. As a king, it was his duty to thank these people for their interference, but, as a death-seer, he had another duty to fulfill first.
He came upon Balin almost immediately after he entered the camp set up inside Dale. It would be safer to move the camp inside the mountain, but there were too many badly injured to be able to do so without loss. They would wait and, once everyone was well enough to be moved, Thorin would offer them a place to stay in his mountain until they could get Dale and Lake Town back together.
“Bring me paper and pen,” Thorin asked of Balin who, without pause, produced those very items. Balin was a good right hand and he knew exactly what Thorin needed.
“I have set up a place in one of the tents for you to sit and write,” Balin said, “and Dwalin has agreed to stand outside so that you are not disturbed. You’ll be pleased to know, as well, that both your nephews have been brought in and, though their injuries are severe, they are both expected to make it through this.”
“Thank you Balin,” Thorin said. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle it if his nephews came to him during this. They were like sons to him and he couldn’t lose them now. If at all possible, he hoped to let them have a happy and carefree life now that their homeland was reclaimed.
Balin only nodded and showed him to his tent.
The chair that he sat upon was in no way comfortable, but he was used to it now. He had had to sit in a place much less comfortable after the Battle of Azanulbizar to write all the names down. That battle, though, hadn’t had nearly as many people fighting and, therefore, not nearly as many dead. His list was much shorter then.
“What are you doing?” Bilbo asked beside him, making him jump. Dwalin was supposed to be keeping everyone out, but the hobbit had already shown how good he was at sneaking into places, sometimes completely on accident.
“I am recording the last wishes of the dead as they come to me,” Thorin replied, not looking up. He still wasn’t quite sure that he should be allowed that honor. In all honesty, he was surprised that Bilbo would come to him at all after all that he had done. He would very much like to apologize, but he couldn’t think of the words.
“You never told me you could see the dead,” Bilbo’s voice sounded upset. “It must be hard for you to be in that mountain then with all those who died there.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” Thorin shook his head. “The dead can’t stay for very long. They’ve only got a few hours to locate a deathseer so that all their last wishes can be recorded. After that, they fade into death.”
“I see,” Bilbo said, “and there is no chance of staying longer than that? My people do not have deathseers, so I don’t know one way or the other.”
“No,” Thorin shook his head. “Spirits cannot linger very long unless by the work of dark magic.”
“Then I will let you get to it,” Bilbo replied. “Let me know when you are finished.”
“You can go elsewhere if you’d like,” Thorin said. “Perhaps to get some food. This may take me some time and I will send someone for you when I am finished.”
“I’ll wait here,” Bilbo replied. “I’m not very hungry anyway. I think I’d just like to rest in peace and quiet for a little while.”
“Very well,” Thorin nodded, going back to his writing. The spirits were getting upset with him for making them wait when they had limited time and he didn’t want to miss anyone.
It took hours for Thorin to finish and he knew his work still wasn’t complete. The first wave was always the hardest as it was everyone who died on the battlefield, but the second was always the most upsetting. The second consisted of all those who survived the battle, but eventually fell to their wounds either because they were too great to heal or sickness set in. Either way, he had a break for now and he would use it to talk to Bilbo before more came to him.
“Bilbo,” he said to the hobbit who had been sitting in the corner watching him, “I’m finished for now.”
“Good,” Bilbo smiled at him, but frowned upon closer inspection. “It looks like you have a headache.”
Thorin shook his head. He did have a headache, but he knew the hobbit well enough that Bilbo might think to postpone their talk if he was ill and he didn’t think that he could wait much longer. Besides, he was a dwarf, and dwarves were made of tough stuff. “I wish to apologize for my words and my deeds at the gates,” he began, knowing that he needed to get this all out before he lost his nerve to do so. Bilbo was so forgiving that he may not even need an apology to forgive Thorin, but he deserved one and the dwarf wouldn’t deprive him of it. “From the moment that I stepped foot into the mountain, I have treated you poorly and you did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me. I was too blind to see it. I am so sorry that I have led you to such peril.”
“I am glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them,” Bilbo shook his head with a sad smile. “It is far more then any Baggins deserves.”
“You deserve everything in this world,” Thorin disagreed, “and I would give them to you. If you’ll give me the chance.”
“Thorin,” Bilbo whispered.
“Let me show you how good Erebor can really be and I will make sure that you have everything that you should desire,” Thorin continued desperately.
“Thorin please.”
“I will find every book there is and bring them to you. I will make sure that there are gardens wherever you wish them to be. I will make sure you are the happiest hobbit that could ever live.”
“Thorin please let me speak,” Bilbo said and Thorin nodded, though his eyes fell downcast. He knew that he wouldn’t have been able to get Bilbo to stay. He always knew that Bilbo’s place was back in the Shire. Erebor was no place for him. “I would love to stay,” Bilbo continued with that sad smile still in place, “if I could.” Thorin frowned and his eyes stung with a foreign watery substance. He hadn’t cried since he was young, yet here the tears threatened to fall because of his own pride, greed, and stupidity. “Please let me explain,” Bilbo begged and Thorin nodded cautiously. He wasn’t sure that he really wanted to hear the reasoning behind it. “Hobbits don’t have deathseers like you dwarves. We don’t need them because we have something else. It is rare, but a few of us have the ability to see the lifespan of a person. I am one of those people. I’ve known when the deaths of every person that I have ever come across would be and it has always been my duty to tell these people to get their affairs in order until the time should come.”
“I don’t understand,” Thorin said with wide eyes.
“I know when you will die, Thorin,” Bilbo said, “and it won’t be for many years. My life span has always been much shorter than yours.”
“But I would still have you stay for as long as you live,” Thorin said quickly. “I would rather have you here for as many years that you live than lose you now.”
“I’m not finished, Thorin,” Bilbo shook his head again. “I’ve never liked looking in mirrors. I can see my own lifespan as well, you know, if I look in a mirror and I never understood why mine was so much shorter than all the rest of the hobbits my age.” Thorin’s eyes widened, realizing what Bilbo may be saying, but not willing to believe it. “And then Gandalf came with all you dwarves, asking me if I wanted to go on a quest and I knew that was why mine was so short.”
“No!” Thorin gasped, not wanting to hear more as though that would stop it all from being true.
“I’m sorry Thorin,” Bilbo said. “I would stay if I could, but I just wanted to let you know that this quest has been the happiest time of my life. I would not have given it up for the world.”
“Please no,” Thorin begged. Whether he was begging Bilbo or the Valar themselves, he did not know.
“Can I tell you my last wishes?” Bilbo asked.
Thorin wanted to say no, as though that would delay the inevitable, but he knew he could not deny Bilbo this. He had lead the hobbit to this fate and now he must give all that he could before Bilbo left. Spirits do not stay longer than a few hours no matter how a person wished it. He gripped the pen hard in his fingers and his hand trembled as he reached up to add more ink to its tip, but he nodded nonetheless.
“How many do I get?” Bilbo asked.
“How ever many you wish.” Thorin’s voice shook just like his hand as he wrote the name Bilbo Baggins on his list.
“Could you make sure that my cousin Drogo Baggins and his family gets my smial. It’s rightfully his, but I fear that Lobelia Sackville-Baggins will try to steal it from him. And could you also tell everyone in the company that I had a lot of fun with all of them and I was glad to be their friends. Tell them that I will miss them.” Now tears were openly flowing from Thorin’s eyes, but he didn’t look up to see that Bilbo was sobbing as well. “And could you make sure that Thorin Oakenshield, the Great King Under the Mountain, knows that I love him and I always will.”
Thorin gasped as the pen shattered in his hand, smearing a bit of the wet ink onto the paper, but, thankfully, not distorting any of his list. He stood quickly, jerking the chair back, and stared teary eyed at the hobbit that they had dragged along on this quest.
“I will wait for you,” Bilbo said with a teary smile as he began to fade. His time was up.
“No!” Thorin gasped again, lunging around the table. He reached out to Bilbo, knowing that he would not be able to hold him now. “Don’t leave yet. Please.”
“Goodbye Thorin,” echoed in the tent as the last traces of Bilbo Baggins’s spirit disappeared from this world.
“No,” Thorin cried out. “Please at least stay long enough for me to tell you I love you too. Please.”
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Seeing as it's been two weeks I figured I'd let you know I'm still alive, and that things are progressing quite well with the comic. These first few bits are probably going to take a little while until I can get all the infrastructure kinks worked out. But keep an eye out for the first page at least, it should be getting posted up in the near future.
