Renacida || Fili x MGIME OC ||

Smaug - Valeria

"I'm sorry I missed out on the whole healing thing," I said to Fili after embracing him. "There was something else I decided to do."

"And what would that be?"

I didn't miss how his eyes went to Legolas, who guarded the door with his back to us. Whether Legolas took his position out of concern for more orc attacks or didn't want to be near Tauriel and Fili, I didn't know.

"Killing Bolg."

Fili paled. "You..." he stammered, "you killed Bolg? How? He must have been thrice your size!"

"He was, and I'm not sure if I should be insulted or flattered with your reaction. But—it didn't happen as badass as you might think it did."

I went over to my pack and used the remnants of my clean bandages to wrap my left hand, which still trickled with blood. Fili watched me cover the droplet, but he didn't voice his concern about its embedment. "Legolas had him distracted. I snuck up on him. When he turned, I just..." I motioned shoving a blade up into Bolg's head. Thinking too hard about how it felt when metal scaped across bone made me queasy, so I didn't want to talk about it much longer. "Then he was dead."

"But why? What did Bolg mean to you?"

I grimaced. Even the slightest glance at Kili would have betrayed my already unconvincing omission, so I kept myself fixed on Fili. "He, uh, he would have stirred up some shit that I decided to put an end to before he could."

Fili eyed me with a fair amount of suspicion. "And what would that trouble have been?"

"Look, Fili," I huffed, ignoring the swell of nervous bile in my stomach, "There's some—"

"You must go," Bard declared, interrupting all conversations in the house. "Smaug will be upon us any moment. I will not have my children feel the heat of his fire."

"And what about you?" Sigrid questioned, wringing her hands. Bard answered by reaching into the bushels of dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, then pulled down the black arrow.

Sigrid gasped, and Oin breathed something incredulous in Khuzdul.

Bard held it out in front of him, eyes fierce. "I'm going to finish what my ancestor could not."

I slung my pack over a shoulder and took Fili's hand. "You might want a backup for that windlance," I said to Bard. "I think it's one of the first things to get destroyed."

"Only if Smaug is not felled quickly enough," he replied. "But thank you. I shall be cautious and swift. Now go!"

We didn't delay and fled the house. Kili, though drained, could stand on his own. He hobbled down the stairs with Tauriel behind him. She remained at the ready to catch Kili should he slip or stumble. At the edge of the boardwalk outside of Bard's home, Bain and Sigrid hopped into the boat that awaited us. Legolas swiftly picked up Tilda and delivered her to her sister's arms.

"The children should have departed long ago," he said. The world groaned in agreement.

"Things didn't go according to plan," I said, emphasizing the word to mean "my plan."

Legolas softly scoffed. He caught Tauriel trying to help Kili into the boat, muttered something semi-sharp in elven, then firmly took Kili's arm and guided him in until he was seated. Tauriel said something back, exasperated and fond.

I kept an eye on the black mountain in the distance, waiting for a winged beast to burst from it.

Tilda cried for her father as he watched us get in the boat. She stretched out her hand, and he took it, however brief.