Mithril - Kili x reader (english version)

Chapter 8

In this evening, Kíli went to bed, without speaking to anyone after breakfast. He felt dreadful, but the dwarf told himself, that this was because of his lack of sleep from the last night. Still he someway knew, that he was sick. Maybe the sleep helps... he thought, but couldn't pass away for a long time. His head hurt and always when we nearly passed away, a heat wave came over him. Sometime he just closed his eyes and passed out. The others didn't know, that he ha already had a cold for several days and the last night had given him the rest. In the next morning he rolled in his bed, dripping with sweat and pain on his face, but didn't wake up.

At first no one in the dining room noticed Kíli's absence, because (y/n) sat at the table and everyone was far too tired to look in the faces of the others. But when Kíli didn't appear as everyone else had sat down already, the dwarf-girl dared to say something, because it seemed unusual to her, that a dwarf was missing while breakfast.

"Uh... Where... Where is Kíli?", she asked uncertain and Thorin looked up.

"He's sitting... You're right, where is he...?"Worry came over the face of the king and he stood up. The others had only looked up shortly and now ate again. Thorin Oakenshield went out the dining hall and up the stairs in a rush, to the living area of the fellowship. When he opened Kíli's door, he stayed where he was as if rooted. His nephew was breathing heavily and tossed and turned, while moaning quietly.

"By Mahal...", the king under the mountain whispered horrified. With two big steps he had crossed the room and stood beside Kíli's bed. Thorin shaked his nephew softly to wake him up and when this didn't worked, he got a cold-wet rag from the bathroom and put it on the sick dwarf's forehead. He went up. The cold felt like ice on his hot skin. His eyes were glassy and he didn't immediately recognised who stood at his bed. Took a rasping breath and coughed. Breathing and coughing hurt him and distorted his face in pain. He whimpered. Kíli had narrowed his eyes and in the next moment he was in the same state Thorin had found him.

As Thorin had to admit that he couldn't help his nephew, he got Oin, who took care of the ill. He didn't even had to say something. The worry on his face was enough to alarm all the dwarves, Bilbo and (y/n) at once. (y/n) liked the dwarf, who had led her through the Erebor and now worried about him, even if she knew him just a few days. She went up with Thorin and Oin, while the others stayed in the library and waited. (y/n)'s eyes widened, when she saw the sick dwarf and Thorin didn't sent her away, so she sat down besides Kíli's bed and took his burning hand. Had he before rolled and tormented himself, his face now relaxed a bit and he lay more calmly. Still he didn't wake up, but now it was easier for Oin to give him the healing potion.

When Kíli finally really slept and quietly slept, Oin left the room and Thorin followed him after a short press on Kíli's shoulder. (y/n) stayed where she was and hold his hand.