Perhaps, somehow, this is your fault. Youâd left them to fend for themselves with only a Hobbit for sense. Doubling back to Mirkwood was clearly not the wisest idea but there was something lingering and odd about the presence of those Spiders and you wanted to get to the bottom of it. Of course, you didnât. You recognize a losing battle when you see one, though you were able to glean that those Spiders were there for a more nefarious purpose than decaying Elf woodland.
Now youâve returned only to find KĂli greyer than the skies above Lake-town.
Mahal have mercy, youâre never letting them out of your sight again.
KĂli is sick â poisoned â and getting worse by the second. You know he wonât last if he isnât treated immediately. You arenât sure who youâre more angry with; KĂli, for attempting to hide the severity of his injury for so long, or FĂli for aiding him. Idiots.
Lovely idiots. Kind, courageous, adorable, lovely idiots, to be sure, however, right now, you want to murder them both â once KĂli is strong enough again to handle a good bludgeoning from the business end of your iron-spiked club.
Also, did you mention the questionable pillow of walnuts? Because there is a questionable pillow of walnuts beneath KĂliâs head where heâs writhing on the bargemanâs table. Everything else, swept away; that â could be argued â rather obvious sack of shelled walnuts? Somehow escaped FĂli, Bofur and Ăinâs frenzied clearing as well as a scuffle with intruding Orcs.
Had you not been so busy caving in ugly Orc mugs, you might have had the thought to replace the walnuts with something softer and more practical. Now, unfortunately, the bargemanâs bedding is trapped under three dead Orc carcasses and you arenât keen on dragging those smelly hunks of meat-rot off alone while everyone else is gathered with the She-Elf to witness KĂli deteriorate.
But, damn, those walnuts are pissing you off.
FĂli watches KĂli as KĂli watches you as the She-Elf does whatever tricky healing magic Elves are masters of. Meanwhile, you glare so hard at the walnuts your right eye twitches from exertion.
      ââYou cannot be her.â KĂli wheezes, delirious, glazed eyes skirting over the breadth of your face. âShe is far away. She ⌠she is far, far away from me.â You have half a mind to respond but that bloody sackâ âShe walks in starlight in another world. It was just a dream.â He reaches for you, you tenderly swat his hand away.
Youâre furious, vision blurring though you canât figure out why. Suddenly, your cheeks feel moist and thereâs a tightness in your throat and behind your eyes and is no one at all concerned about the walnuts!?
      âDo you think she couldâve loved me?â
Oh, well, thatâs it.
      âYouâre a bloody fool, KĂli Bow-wielder,â You press through gritted teeth, at last taking the hand KĂli continues to hold out to you. With his hand cradled against your cheek, he slips from consciousness, his face at peace. âIâm going to disembowel you when you wake for this, mark my word.â
FĂli coughs to the side and pointedly doesnât look at you as you utter your vow. He wipes the sweat from KĂliâs brow with his sleeve and allows you to murmur your threats as you please while the She-Elf hums her powerful words. This close, you can feel the spell thrum against you like a soft tide against the shore. Itâs pleasant and warm and somewhat tingly.
The She-Elfâs voice tapers off and she is done, KĂli breathing evenly on the table.
Youâre relieved and angry and hurt and happy all at once, a remarkable combination you werenât aware you were capable of feeling all at once. You suppose that, when it comes to KĂli, you shouldâve expected to feel more than you ever have before.
The moment doesnât last. The world trembles beneath your feet and you hear in the distance the sound of exploding rock and a roar that rattles your bones.
      âWe must leave,â The She-Elf says and youâve never agreed with anything more.
Later, if you happen to bat a hundred violent walnuts at a monstrous Dragon, well, blame the idiot who almost died on them.
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