your character freeing mine, or the other way around
It had been so long since Fili had seen a light. There was no sun, no fire - not even the spark of iron-toed boots against the cold, unfriendly stone of the floor when his captors passed, though he could, faintly, hear the clicking metal. There was something thick and coarse over his eyes, stiffened by sweat and blood that had dripped from his hair line down into the cloth.
He had screamed and thrashed until they had slammed his head against a wall, and they’d done it until he was seeing sparks behind his eyes and biting his mouth bloody to retain whimpers. The weightlessness of his head - the nakedness of his neck - it had only fully been apparent to him after he’d come to however many hours later, sore and bleeding on the floor, his wrists bound above his head once more.
For the first time in decades, Fili had wept for himself, his only solace being that none of the company could hear his strangled sobs and that the blind over his eyes absorbed his tears.
There is no way to tell how long ago it was. His captors have taken to kicking and beating him sporadically, almost silent save for their grunts of exertion. In the beginning they had laughed, jeered and spit at him, but now they seem not to care. It is a job, abusing him - something they are, doubtlessly, being paid for.
Fili doesn’t know if it is a comfort or a bane to realize that they have grown bored with him. When the next beating comes, he doesn’t think of it anymore - the pain in his ribs and back washes away whatever thoughts he might have about them. All he wants is to go home.—He’s woken from a brief, painful doze by the sudden clatter of heavy feet upon the floor and shouting so loud it feels as though it echoes in his bones. There are crashes and clatters, war cries that turn into dragon screams in the tight space beyond wherever he is held. The pain makes focusing hard - his temples are pounding like drums and his mouth tastes like death and old dirt." - ver there! I see him!” Someone shouts, a voice he knows, a voice that brings to mind light and gems and all things warm, all things home.His cell door opens with a bang that makes him flinch, but Fili’s words have been ripped from him by hours of screaming and taunting his captors, and all that leaves his lips is a startled hiss as he jerks back, arms straining against his cuffs."Oh, Fili." The voice says, hastily picking the lock that keeps his hands suspended unnaturally above him. His shoulders scream in protest when his arms fall free, and he barks out what might have been a grunt of pain had it not been made of gravel and glass. Warm, gentle fingers find the tie that binds him from seeing, and his eyes water when the cloth falls away, the faint candle light that his savior has brought with them piercing his them."Nadadel, look at me." The voice whispers, rough palms against his face, and it had not occurred to Fili that he had even closed his eyes. Slowly he peels them open, and Kili’s blurred face fills his sight for the first time in what could be days or weeks. "I’m here, mizimel, I have you." His brother is warm and firm where he tucks Fili against him, strong hands petting over Fili’s sloppily chopped off hair. He thinks he should fight it, should tell his brother to look away, to not touch it, like it will be less real if they do not acknowledge how he has been disgraced. Instead he breaths in the scent of his brother, the scent of home, and listens to Kili’s voice as he chants, “I’m here, I have you, I will always have you.”[I am so sorry that took so long, like wow. And it’s not because it took a long time to write, I just got up and left tumblr a little >.> I hope you like it! Nadadel - brother of all brothersmizimel - jewel of all jewelsbecause I am a sap]
