Black and Blue // Fili & Dili (Backdated when Fili was 10)
Fili slipped quietly into the house, taking extra care to close the door as silently as possible. He knew that his mother was out with Kili and Frerin, and Thorin was... somewhere, so the house should be mostly empty. But he was also aware of the fact that his father was resting in the downstairs room that had been hastily converted into his new bedroom and Fili was reluctant to disturb him. This was for a number of reasons, first and foremost because his mother had given him strict orders that if his father was resting, Fili was not to disturb him. The second reason was because Fili wanted to hide the blood that dripped sluggishly from his nose and onto his football jersey and trickled from the gash on his knee. Also his bruised and bloodied knuckles. Fili had been fighting. He hadn't started it, but he knew that he would likely get into trouble for it so he was trying his best to go undetected. If he could get to the bathroom and clean up all the evidence then maybe, just maybe they wouldn't notice.
Sniffing, Fili tiptoed past the door to his father's room and slipped into the large downstairs bathroom. He dragged the foot stool to the sink and climbed up onto it so he could reach the over head cabinet with all the bandages and TCP. The antiseptic stung and he hated using it, but he also knew that the cut on his leg needed cleaning. As he clambered down again, Fili caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked a mess. His nose was red and swollen and dried blood coated his chin, smeared where he had tried to wipe at it.His eyes were red and puffy too, and there were tear tracks in the mud on his cheeks. Sniffing again, Fili gathered his supplies and set them down on the floor then he perched on the edge of the bath, wounded leg propped up next to him. He examined the cut, hissing in pain as he prodded at the edges. Carefully, he drizzled a dab of the TCP onto a cotton wool ball and grit his teeth, bracing himself. Even though he was expecting it, the sting still hurt and brought fresh tears to his eyes and he couldn't keep the small whimper of pain as he tried to wipe the dirt from the wound with the cotton ball.
