Prompt Post 4
Prompt post 4
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After, it’s all a bit of a blur.
Battle rages in Kili’s ears, and there is so much death, all around him and all-encompassing. He fights alongside one of the Greenwood archers for a good long while, replenishing each other’s quivers and trying not to let the other flag, joking and laughing and boasting the number of their victims to each other over the screams and the yells, only to see him fall, a goblin’s cleaver buried in his skull. Kili never knows his name, and he is abruptly alone, orcs closing in on every side, snarling and spitting with bloodlust in their eyes.
Kili’s heart races, and he roars with every slash of his sword, every twang of his bow, because this is not the day he dies, it can’t be, because they only just took back their future and he can’t leave his brother, not like this, not ever. He thrusts an arrowtip between a goblin’s eyes, spits in its mouth as it dies with a wailing gurgle - but suddenly there’s a hand in his hair, dragging him backwards, grasping and greedy-
“I thought I’d lost you,” Fili roars in his ear over the sound of death. “Don’t ever do that again.” His brother’s hands are shaking, his breathing is laboured, and in the midst of all the slaughter, Kili feels a strange warmth spread through his chest, dark and almost bitter. He feels safe, even as he reaches around his brother and skewers the orc coming up behind him.
Kili grips his brother’s collar, doesn’t listen to the screams of the dying. “For mother,” he spits, and they fight.
They save Ori from an orc spear and drag Bofur out of the way of a falling axe, and Bombur deflects the arrow that was set to send at least one of them to the halls of waiting with a booming laugh. Their company weave around each other with love and need, and Thorin will lead them to glory, to victory.
The sky is darkening when Kili feels his brother being ripped away from his side. The battle is dwindling, now, most of Azog’s forces routed and victory cries already drifting to the skies from the other side of the plain - but Kili feels his brother grab at him as he’s dragged away, and the sensation of Fili’s fingers slipping uselessly through his isn’t one he’s going to be forgetting any time soon.
“Fili,” he roars, bringing his bow up with trembling hands - but no, wait, because there’s a lone, desperate orc with its blade to his brother’s neck, and there’s panic in the beast’s eyes and a strange serenity in his brother’s. Kili’s hands shake, and he snarls, “Let him go.”
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Kili breathes out, lets fly - and watches as the orc jerks his brother higher.
The arrow takes the orc in the shoulder, sending it squawking back and giving Fili his chance to spin around and hack its head from its shoulders - but all Kili can see is Fili’s ripping coat and bleeding skin, the way he roars with pain as well as anger. Kili’s at his side in an instant, and he can’t stop touching him, won’t stop, Fili’s blood sluicing over his hands and his bow, and all he say is, “I’m sorry, brother, so sorry.” They are so close to the edge. So close to the end of it all.
Fili grabs him by the hair with hands that are covered in blood and filth, kisses him hard and fast and furious, buzzing on adrenaline and fear and the knowledge that if that arrow had been two inches lower he wouldn’t be . “I love you,” he hisses between his lips. “I love you.”
Kili’s heart swells, and he thinks of the bloodlust in Dwalin’s eyes and the emptiness in the elven archer’s, and he says, “I’d die without you.”
Fili’s eyes are fiery bright.
They fight, and they win, and in days to come Kili will watch the wound in his brother’s shoulder scab over and scar, and won’t forget the moment they stumbled across the battlefield together, bloody and dirty but so alive, and saw Thorin lift Orcrist aloft against the setting sun and roar their victory to the darkness of encroaching night.
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LOVED IT
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*clutches* <3<3<3
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But alas, this fire was mere 'friendly'.
Just just just. Stop being perfect. NO DON'T EVER STOP OK I love your fillssssss~~~
The hand in the hair, the hard kisses, the blind trust, the love, the 'i'd be dead', the good ending.
Good lord almighty, this was short and spectacular QQ
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Thank you. :) *all the hugs*
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