A One-Shot Collection: "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit"

Five: Fili

Five: Fili

When I first saw Azog clenching a terrified Fili within his hand, my whole world came to a stop.  No longer was I raging at Thorin for sending the two brothers into a trap.  No longer was I considering following after the two.  No longer was the world existent to my eyes.  It was all Fili and the cruel monster that scares us so.

The lips of the monster were moving, and yet I hear nothing of it.  All I see is the blade pulling back to impale my one love, my Fili.  And though I think nothing of it, I send a thick piece of granite through the air, beaming Azog in the head.  Effectively throwing away the threat of a stab wound, I breathe a sigh of relief until Azog throws Fili off the edge of Ravenhill.  I can do nothing as he hurdles to the ground, impacting with a thud.

"Fili! No!" I exclaim, rushing over to his side as he begins sputtering.  I send a quick prayer,thanking the Valar that he survived the fall, but not without injuries.  Blood fails to coat his body, but I know his interior structure was highly damaged on impact.  Whether he'll live, though, is the greatest question.

"That wasn't too nice of him," Fili remarks, taking heed of my leaning form over his body.

"Fee! Don't joke about that!" I exclaim angrily, seeing as the two brothers always "goof off" when in dangerous situations.  Those are Thorin's words, after all.

"I don't see why not...I deserve some freedom in my last moments," Fili remarks, sending a dagger into my heart at the mere mention of his death.

"Please don't say that.  You'll live!" I exclaim, as though I am pleading with the gods themselves.

"We both know that isn't true," Fili remarks, sending me a soft smile as his hand reaches up to gentle brush my soft and cold cheek.  And though it's a small touch, it's like a warm and last embrace.

"Please don't go somewhere I cannot follow," I cry out to him, tears rinsing my cheeks as he gives one last smile and closes his eyes peacefully.  "No! Fili come back! I love you...I love you."  A scream, much like my own, rips across the sky at that moment, heavily burdened with the presence of tears.  What am I without my intended companion? Who am I without Fili?....

...It's been two days since the battle.  Two days of both grieving for those lost and cheering for those retained.  Thorin and Kili are currently being treated by the elves of Mirkwood, having been saved from a cruel fate by Bilbo and Tauriel, respectfully.  And though I am very grateful for these two lives, I am burdened under the unknown fate of my love.  Fili is not supposed to live, having experienced internal bleeding in result of that deadly fall.  And thus, I cannot help my continued presence at his side for two days.  If he is to die, I will stay with him as long as I can.

Little sleep has visited me in the previous hours, and thus, I find myself nodding off on a continued basis.  My cheek lays cupped in one of my palms, face propped up but mouth slightly open.  It has to be near three in the morning, and yet, I cannot find the energy to sleep.  My eyes flutter close, once again, to rest in the silence with each breath of my love.

"What's got you looking so downtrodden?" a familiar voice asks, sounding much like Fili.  It takes me a moment to grasp that concept, eyes snapping to look upon the blue orbs of my almost lost love.  The breath leaves my lungs.

"Fee! Oh my Durin, Oin!  Oin, he's--" I scream, attempting to rise to my numbed feet when a hand clasps itself over my mouth and my eyes widen upon the awakened dwarf prince.

"A moment of peace would be appreciated," he remarks with that characteristic grin of his, hand sliding off my face.

"You don't understand. You're supposed to be dead!" I exclaim quickly, looking him over for "magically appearing" wounds.

"Well, if you want that, I'll just go--" FIli begins as I take a full grasp on my own words.

"No stay! Please stay!" I shout quickly, falling back into my chair only to lean closer to the fallen prince.

"You're too easy," he remarks with that cheeky grin that always ends my heart fluttering and anger turning, even now.

"I am not!" I exclaim, though I cannot hold back the grin that falls across my face.

"Oh, but you are," he responds, leaning up with a groan so as to move his face close to mine, noses almost touching.  "I heard you, you know."

"What?" I question what he means.

"You love me," Fil remarks with that smirk.  And though I think of denying it, I am reminded that this dwarf almost just died.  I will no longer deny my feelings.

"Hmm, yes I do.  I love you very much.  Do you know how much you scared me?  Do you have any reg--" I respond, only to be cut off my lips on mine.  Fili's lips dance across my expertly, drawing me into him with a hand to my lower back.  It's a passionate kiss of much desperation at fate's intended death.  And though it is many minutes later that we pull away, I feel like the whole world stopped for that moment.

"I love you too," Fili reciprocates, pulling me to his side on the bed as his arms wrap around my small waist and my head nuzzles itself into his shoulder.

"Can I go get Oin now?" I ask many minutes later, only slightly joking as I'm still worry over my love's health.

"Leave him be.  I just want to spend some private time with my lady," Fili remarks, pulling me tighter into his chest as his legs tangle with mine.  And thus, we fall into our dreams, united in a multiplicity of magic and miracles.  But all the same, the last thought to cross my mind as I border on sleep may just be the most perfect thought of all:

My lady...how fitting

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Hope you enjoyed this one shot! Fili is such a cutie.

xo

Patagonian