Flight Of Fate

Chapter Twenty One - End Of Days

Thranduil crashed through the main doors of the farmhouse, dirty, smelling of smoke, covered in soot and sawdust, and panting like he'd run a marathon.

"Kira!" he roared. "Kira!!"

"Calm down, she's fine," Gandalf tried to placate him as he came out of the lounge. "Rest easy, my friend. She is alright."

He shouldered the older man aside. "I want to see her," he growled. "Where is she? Where is my daughter?!"

Thorin and Bard shot into the house, and Gandalf turned to them with a beseeching look.

"Best let him be," Bard advised.

Quick strides carried the tall blonde through to the lounge, where he stopped dead. Kili was walking the floor with Eden, chattering nonsense to her and making her smile and grab his hair. Fili was cleaning a wound on Kira's cheek, over on the couch.

"My God," Thranduil whispered. "What happened? Are you alright??" He strode over and almost knocked Fili aside. Strong hands gripped her upper arms as he searched her eyes. "What the hell happened?"

"I went upstairs to use the bathroom, and Kyle was in the house," she said. "He attacked me as I was coming out."

Fury flashed over his features and he clenched his jaw. "Where the fuck is he?" he hissed.

"He escaped," Gandalf told him.

His head whipped round to see him stood in the doorway, while Thorin crossed over to take Eden from his nephew and Bard sat one hip on the back of the opposite couch and folded his arms.

"He escaped?" He released Kira and stood back up, bristling with rage. "He fucking escaped?? He was in the house with Kira and my daughter, and he fucking escaped?!?" Anger made his voice rise as he yelled.

Kira flinched as he lashed out and punched the wall. The plasterboard immediately caved beneath the force of his fist.

Eden started to whimper softly, and her father's dazed eyes met Thorin's.

"There's a time and a place, my friend," the dark haired man told him as he rubbed her little back. "And it is not here or now. The girls need to remain calm. They don't need any further upset than there has already been tonight."

Thranduil's chest heaved as he breathed deeply through his nose, fighting the rising urge to punch the shit out of someone. "Where the hell are the cops?" he demanded.

Kili shrugged. "On their way, as far as I know," he replied.

The blonde turned and his eyes settled on Kira, who was gazing up at him. Fear shone through her dark blue eyes; he could see it as clear as day. The air left him as he sank to his knees on the rug before her and slid his arms around her.

"I am so sorry," he whispered against her hair. "I am so fucking sorry, baby."

"It's not your fault," she told him, tightening her own arms around his strong shoulders. She took a deep breath, his unique aroma filling her senses and settling her somewhat. "I'm ok."

He pulled back and lifted her chin with gentle fingers, turning her head. Dark bruises covered her neck where her brother had attempted to strangle her. "The bastard will pay for this," he vowed. Angry eyes met Bard's. "He will pay."

"How are the horses? Any casualties?" Kili asked.

"Some," Bard replied non-committedly. He didn't see the need to distress Kira any further at this point. "Most are haring around the field thinking it's Christmas come early."