~ 𝓢𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 ~
Requested By: @clararodoe @frenchzodiacgirl @lokisbabygirlie21 + a few anons
Original Request: Replies and messages for Part 3
Warnings: Sadness, Mentions of Death
Legend: The italic writing in the story is the description of Fíli’s situation that the reader is imaging how it happened.
A/N: I hope all of you enjoy part three of this story! Let me know what you guys think and feel free to suggest anything you’d like. BTW part 4 is coming soon!
A tormenting silence hung in the air as the question that I had posed seemed to pull at the strings of Fíli’s gentle soul. I looked at him and his features resembled the many faces that were painted upon the Temple of Yavanna imploring the Goddess for favour. “I begged Bannoth,” Fíli finally spoke as his voice cracked and from his eyes streams of tears descended like a broken necklace of pearls.
“I begged him not to take her away from me,” he whispered as his knees gave out beneath him and he collapsed upon the floor, holding the weight of his head upon his hands, weeping. My eyes went wide at the sudden realization of the meaning of his words. I knelt beside him and the moment when I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders seemed almost as a surreal dream.
“Bannoth did not hear my prayer as after the painful childbirth, Sigrid died.” Fíli mumbled. “The Gods could never hear my prayers amongst the thousands who begged like I had.”
“Fíli, no,” I breathed, feeling as if I were a part of a nightmare. The blond Prince shifted his attention to me. His eyes burning from the uncontrollable tears and as he blinked they rolled down his cheeks. “I had been there with her that morning, (Y/N),”
A sharp pain wracked through Sigrid’s feeble body as she screamed due to the intense pain. “The baby is coming!” One of the midwives shouted as she rushed to Sigrid’s bed with wet towels and a bowl of steaming water. The Princess held Fíli’s hand and looked into his azure eyes before the midwife chanted for her to begin to push.
“If the pain is unbearable, squeeze my hand, love.” Fíli said as he did not look away from his beloved wife.
Sigrid shook her head. “Please, if I do not make it - ”
“No. You will survive this,” Fíli promised. But even he wasn’t so sure about his promise. Sigrid was too pale, beads of sweat continued to appear upon her brow before she had even begun to push the baby and the dark circles that seemed as if the had consumed her lively eyes were very visible.
Sigrid did so and strained as hard and as long as she could against the mattress of the bed, then, she screamed digging her nails into Fíli’s flesh. “I can’t! Fíli, please!” She pleaded.
“I am here, my sweet. And so are the Gods. They are watching over us. I promise.” The Prince lulled as he smoothed her wet hair away from her face and neck. Sigrid pushed once more and in a gush of water, the screaming child came. A little prince of Erebor. The cord was cut and the midwife rushed to tend to Sigrid’s child as Fíli shouted, “A son! A Durin prince!”
The midwives rejoiced and servants rushed outside the doors to spread the marvellous news. Sigrid watched the midwife wash her son and wrap him in a warm cloth, pressing the tiny bundle into her arms. The Princess looked down at her baby and kissed his forehead as she faintly smiled at how much her son resembled his father. Fíli looked at his wife who weakly grasped his calloused fingers and smiled grimly at him. “Name our son Thráin. A-after your grandfather.”
The midwife quickly took the baby in her arms as Sigrid gestured for him to be taken and he began to cry. Fíli shook his head, in a vigorous denial. He didn’t want to believe that his wife would really leave him and their newborn son. He refused to.
“No!” The Prince’s voice shattered the heavy silence.
Sigrid closed her eyes and a soft peace graced her features. She exhaled and her body grew rigid in eternal slumber. Fíli squeezed her body against his as if trying to bring her spirit back through his. In defeat, he broke down in tears and rested his head against his wife’s collarbone. His companion, his wife, his Queen and the mother of his child.
“Fíli,” I whispered as endless tears streamed down my face. I cupped his face into the palms of my hands as we rested our foreheads against each other’s. After a few moments, he took my hand in his and placed the Kidhuzel stone there as he closed my hand into his.
“I had been searching lands and horizons to find you.” He says all the sudden. “After days of what had happened to Sigrid, I thought of you. How you had abandoned and forsaken me into a darkness that seemed to strangle every vein of my body. Every hour that passed, I cursed the day you thought of leaving me but every minute I terribly wished you had been there with me.”
“I am here now, Fíli.” I reassured him. “I promise.”
“I don’t want you for now. I want you with me for eternity.” He replied as his features showed nothing but pain yet his beautiful eyes glimmered with hope. “I need you with me. We’re supposed to be there for one another as we always had been for all those years.”
I look at him, puzzled by his words. “Where do you wish me to go?”
He cupped my supple cheeks and looked deeply into my eyes. For a while he did not speak, and I feared for his answer. Though, all the sudden, he brushed his soft lips against mine and my mind raced to all those nights where I had imagined kissing him. As we parted, my cheeks turned as red as the skies during a sunset and I squeezed my hand that carried Kidhuzel.
“You are to come with me to Erebor.” He finally responded. “As my wife.”
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