Fili and Kili Tales ---ORIGINAL----

The King Has Fallen

    I got up as I heard someone pounding on my bedroom door. I gave out a sigh as I came to it and sat up. I looked over to my side to find no one. I was in bed alone, again. I got out of my King sized bed and walked over to my door. With a great pull, the door opened and I poked my head out to find the guard standing there waiting for me.
    "The council has requested your presence at once, Your Majesty," he informed me. I let out a small growl.
    "Thank you," I yawned. I closed the door and looked back at my dimly lit bedroom. It was quiet and lonely, it had been since Ferns death. I walked over to the uniform that was laid out for me by the servants. I unbuttoned my nightgown and pulled it off of me. I covered my naked self with the basic tunic and trousers covered with the finest of coats. I then put my crown on my uncombed blonde hair. When I thought I was prepared I left to go present myself to the council which was only filled with thieves and assholes.

    I walked into the large room where the fifteen dwarves stood about debating over a large map. When they noticed I entered they all bowed to me.
    "Why have I been called," I asked when they stood up. The most trusted member of Gloin approached me. He put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
    "We have received word that Moria has been captured and all of the dwarves who lived there have been brutally murdered," Gloin told me. My head sunk a little since I was the one who had allowed the expedition. I knew it was a bad idea for them to go off, but the white council had wanted the seventh ring, and I knew the seventh ring was in the great halls of Moria. We hadn't had any communication from them since 2994. The last letter we had received was that they had found the Durin ax.
    "Who sent word about Moria," I asked Gloin troubled with such bad news. He turned around and grabbed the letter from off of the table. He handed it to me. The letter was in dwarvish and had secret messages in it and when I got to the bottom it was signed by Gimli. I looked up at Gloin and gave him a small smile.
    "Since it is from a reliable source than we shall have a day to mourn and inform their families. We shall also deem the expedition as a failure and I shall inform the white council," I explained to the council members.
    "Yes, but there are more important matters at hand here," a dwarf whined. I looked to find it was Ori's son, Yodi. I gave a sigh knowing the only reason he was on the council was that of his beloved father, but he was nothing like his father.
    "What are the important matters," I ordered becoming rather angered by his presence. He pointed to the map as if there was something important on the map.
    "We have come to believe that there are Orc armies coming at us right now," he cried out. I rolled my eyes and slammed my fists onto the table which made some of the young council members leaps. I looked at the map.
    "The Middle Earth is going to hell. If it is true then I want four squads sent out immediately to ride all the way to find the orc armies and report back to me. I shall send word to Brand and the Iron Hills. We shall not let our kingdom fall into the hands of orcs. I have defended my kingdom twice before and I will do it again if that means I must fall in battle," I ordered. I had never used such an angered yell at them before. I was an easygoing KIng and never got too mad, but this just set me over the top.
    "Inform the armory and blacksmiths that they will be working all day and night till we have the proper amount of shields, armor, and swords for every abled dwarf. I want all my soldiers to know what they are going up against and I want the best of best battle plans. All the women and children shall be kept in the mines when we know where the orc armies are" I continued.
    "Sir, they aren't orcs," Yodi interrupted. I looked up at him angrily and with quick movements I had him pinned against the wall with my hand wrapped around his neck.
    "I don't care what they are. I want them dead and if you don't stop interrupting me then I will kill you myself. Leave this room and go find a sword because you are no longer apart of the council," I snapped at him. I let go of his throat and like a scared dog, he ran out of that room. I turned to my council and pointed to the door.
    "If you want to be just as annoying as him please leave this room," I warned them. They kept their eyes forward and no one moved a muscle.
    "Now go find me another abled man to take his place," I said. Not one of them moved to know that they had not been dismissed yet.
    "You all can overrule my laws, but one thing I know is war and battle. Since I was a young boy in the Blue Mountains King Thorin taught me only about battle and war. I will be taking complete charge of the Kingdom until further notice. I want every single Orc in that Army dead. Now go fulfill my orders. You are dismissed," I ordered. Within seconds most of the council members left the room except for three. I looked at the map which had figured all over it.
    "Where are the reports of the lookout squads we sent out three weeks ago," I asked sternly. Before I could lift my head up papers were put before me. I looked through the letters and scanned through them quickly. All the reports were seven days old. Anything could have changed within that amount of time.
    "Your Majesty," a voice said from behind. I looked behind me to find my son bowing to me.
    "Come and look through these reports with me," I told him. He stood back up and began to look through the letters. He gave a sigh as he realized they were from a week ago.
    "One letter claims that there have been multiple sets of armies being sent out from Mordor. The armies seem to double in size every day and the estimated number would be 200,000. If this is true then we will be expecting an army coming towards us right now. Mordor needs funding and the only way to get the funds is by capturing kingdoms. For armies this large they will need to capture our kingdom next," Filion thought out loud. He sat down on a chair that was a few feet away from me. He began to read the letters and was astonished by what he read.
    "This one was sent four days ago claiming that Helms Deep, the stronghold of Rohan, has won in battle against 10,000 Uruk-hai," Fillion told me. My stomach seemed to sink. They were making their way here. The large Uruk-hai army was meant for us.
    "What are Urak-hai." I quickly questioned. Fillion looked up from the letter and let out a pained wince. He then looked over at the three councilmen. He looked me dead in the eyes.
    "Urak-hai have been bred by Sauronman for war. They are a mixture of goblins and orcs to make their fighting skills better. They only know of battle," Fillion explained to me. I returned to reading a letter that I was holding trying to see if the letter had any important details of Urak-hai.
    "Send word to the Iron Hills that an army of 200,00 is coming to steal our gold. Send word to Lord Brand that we are about to be attacked and send all of the enabled men, women, and children here to be kept hidden in the mines. We will help equip his men with whatever weaponry they need," I ordered. The three councilman who was there was now off with official orders. I turned to Filion and gave him a small smile.
    "Take these last few hours to bid your wife and children goodbye. I fear that these may be our last days," I informed Filion. Filion rose out of his seat. His face turned white.
    "Father, you do not mean what you say. Many times have we fought with all odds stacked against us, and yet we still rule our great kingdom," he argued. His words made my stomach tense up. I knew that we weren't going to survive. I turned towards the door prepared to go find my family to prepare them for what was about to happen.
    "Finar is too young to be in battle and your son shall be his heir," I told him. I could hear him out a wimpy gasp as if he was being stabbed. I looked over my shoulder to find him clutching the table.
    "Finar is old enough to be in battle, he's 27. By the time you were 27, you had been involved in battles. When I was 27 I helped lead a hunt. Finar is old enough," Filion argued. I could tell he was only trying to tell me that it wasn't fair that he had to go fight and Finar got to stay protected.
    "Your son is only 9 years of age. Finar is the only one who I deem possible to rule my Kingdom. You may stay in the kingdom and hide your cowardly face or you may lead your army into battle," I spat at him. He took a shaky breath and looked up at me. We looked each other dead in the eye. As I stared into his royal blue eyes I remembered the first time I held him in my arms. We had come so far from being commoners in the Blue Mountains to rulers of the richest kingdom on Middle Earth.
    "I will not be a coward. I shall stand beside my King and fight, just as he did with his King before him," Filion replied. With his words, I turned back and walked out of the room.