"Fili....", a desperate sobbing reached his ear - and that was the moment when he found his brother Kili lying on the ground leant against a huge stone, not far from his own position. Rivers of blood were coming out of a laceration at his head, mixing up with the dust of the ground, letting his long brown hair stick together. Fili pulled himself together and crawled slowly over to him, ignoring his broken leg giving him horrible pain. He reached out his hand and pulled him against his chest, holding him tight and strong. "I am right here...", he whispered silently as he closed his eyes and just held his brother in his arms. The moment seemed to last for a little eternity. He thought about their mother, about uncle Thorin, about baubles in the afternoon, far away from the lonely mountain, treasures, dragonslayers and war - and so bitter tears began to run down his stained cheeks. They fought bravely, but they won't leave this damned place in glory. They lost already too much and their limbs and their minds became tired and weak. And so it didn't take long, until an Ork spotted them lying arm in arm in the shadow of the huge boulder. With strong steps he reached them, drew his weapon and planted himself in front of the two brothers. It wasn't a sword made by Orks, most likely it once belonged to a poor human coming out of the city by the lake. Fili looked up to their enemy and found black eyes of hate staring back. He lifted his sword in a desperate try to defend them, but that wouldn't detain the Ork. He knew too well: there won't be any chance of escape for them. "Kili...", Fili closed his eyes again and tightened his grab around Kili's shoulders, holding him as near as he could, only feeling him shaking of tears and hearing his silent cries, "Brother, we will leave into eternity now. But even if we're departed, we'll be one forever." Kili nodded weakly and whispered: "One forever."
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