I don’t have enough muse for Fili to keep the blog going, but he will always be available on skype <3 If anyone wants to take over this blog just message me on Bilbo and I’ll change the email and password for you <3
semi-haitus till summer
A sharp stab of jealousy hit him as Fíli mentioned the dwarrowdams and almost at an instant the younger’s eyebrows furrowed. Of course it wasn’t strange that Fíli would take problematic dwarrowdams as an example; the golden prince always seemed to have them hovering over him whenever they visited the tavern together.
Kíli took a deep breath and tried to mentally slap himself for being so jealous, he had no right to be after all. However, the rage inside of him wouldn’t subside, the pictures of Fíli flirting with lasses in the tavern, mixed with the thought of spending months without the blond, not knowing if he was alive or not, had the anger welling up inside of him. “You can’t just leave me here Fíli!… Why are you always so selfish?! You never listen to what I want!” he growled. “I don’t care about having a heir. I don’t care about what Thorin wants. I care about you!" Kíli almost shook with anger as he continued to yell. "And if you think i’m going to sit here at home while you go and… and die, you are wrong!"
At that point tears had started streaming down the young dwarf’s cheeks and quickly he stormed out to hide the fact that he was crying like a little dwarfling. After having slammed the door shut behind him he ran out of their house and didn’t stop until he reached the archery range where he started shooting arrow after arrow to try to calm his anger. His vision was still blurred of tears and so practically half of the arrows didn’t even hit the target, hitting the ground far away; somewhere he’d probably never find them again.
Fili winced as Kili yelled at him, eyes widening as Kili spoke to him in a way he wasn't expecting. He opened his mouth as if to speak but instead it just hung on its hinged and moved up and down in shock. Kili had gotten angry with him before, but he hadn't ever spoken to him like this, he was the older, and since there father wasn’t here it had been Fili’s duty to take over that role once he got old enough. At least he’d always thought it was what he was supposed to do, take care of his younger brother, although if he really sat back and looked at it he would see his mother needed no help, and his brother was getting to an age where he could take care of himself.
Once Kili left he took a deep breath, why was Kili sure he would day? Should he follow him, or let him calm down on his own, maybe he should at least go and apologize, or try and get him to talk to him rationally. He took a deep breath and followed Kili out the door, walking to the archery range.
“ Kili, I’m sorry, but can we talk about this a little more, I promise I will listen you, if you give me the same respect.”
do you ever read a fic that is so much better than the actual canon that you get angry
filitheloyal
ijusthadthemsharpened to lion-of-erebor
"Are you breaking up with me?" "Are you having nightmares again?" "Anything you want to say?" "Apparently, I need to grow a mustache." "Balloons? Really?" "Be quiet!" "But what if we get caught?" "Can you not?" "Care to tell me what’s going on?" "Come find me." "Did you even love me?" "Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?" "Don’t look at me like that." "Don’t touch me." "Do you love him/her?" "Do you love me?" "Everyone leaves." "Eviction notice. It’s an eviction notice." "Fine, I’ll go." "Finally!" "Fight me for it." "Fuck it." "Get away from me." "Gotcha!" "How high are you?" "How did you get here?" "I bought a goat." "If what we had was real, how could you be fine?" "I get that you wanted to come up with the plan, but your plan is stupid." "I hate you." "I’ll bet you a dollar." "I said that I’m in love with you." "I think I’m pregnant." "I’m going to kill you." "I’m not eating that." "Is that a chicken?" "It’s not that I think your cooking is bad! It’s just … Not that good." "Jokes on me, huh?" "Just friends?" "Just let me go." "Just tell me the truth!" "Kiss me." "Kicking someone is not a form of romance." "Let me explain." "Listen, it was a completely innocent gesture." "Maybe you should go." "Maybe fuck you will be our always." "May need you to bail me out of jail." "Miss you." "No. The answer is no." "Not drunk enough for this." "Never, ever doing that again." "Okay, I know this looks bad…" "Please don’t." "Please stop talking." "Personally, I’d rather make out with a cactus." "Quick, I need you to bring me a bottle of bleach." "Quiet! Someone’s going to hear." "Quit being annoying." "Really, where were you?" "Right. Of course it’s my fault." "Silly of me to think you actually cared." "Simple? Brushing my teeth is simple. This? This is not simple." "So… How’s the weather?" "Tell me you didn’t steal someones dog." "There’s something wrong with you." "This definitely isn’t what it looks like." "Us? There is no us." "Unable to process the stupidity of what you just said. Sorry." "Unfortunately, she/he said no." "Very cute." "We can’t do this." "Was it just a lie?" "Wait, what did you just say?" "Wait! Hold on!" "Who the hell is passed out in the driveway?" "What the hell?" "Why are you naked?" "Why is there silly string everywhere?" "Why is there a frozen turkey in the bathtub?" "Without you, I’m lost." "X-Rays? What the hell did you do and why didn’t you tell me?" "You broke up with me. There’s nothing left between us anymore." "You’re leaving? But it’s taco night…" "Zebras have nothing to do with this conversation." "Zelda is more important right now."
Holy shit, Dean. That’s fierce. (Glaring contest with Adam? XD) Wayward braid…
Thorin stared down at Fili and frowned when he heard his groaning. He hoped he would be all right. He prayed to Mahal he would not hate him, but though, he had every right to do so. It was his fault they had lost Kili. It was his fault that the battle was fought, over the piles of gold, and his once gold sickn mind. How would he ever be able to look his first nephew in his eyes, knowing that all this could have been avoided, if he had not been struck by that damnable sickness.
He squeezed Fili’s hands in his, and held them firmly, wanting to hold his nephew in his arms, but when he struggled to be free from his grasp, he let him go, especially when he growled angrily. But as soon as he pressed those beads into his hands, he watched him sink even further into despair. He was surprised then when his nephew finally spoke to him, and he smiled warmly at his request.
“Yes, of course, my dear Fili. Come, sit in front of me,” he spoke softly, as he spread his legs and pulled his nephew’s body close to his. He wrapped one arm around his waist for a moment, then placed a kiss to the top of blond haired head. He made sure Fili was facing him now, as he decided to make two braids on each side of his nephew’s head. So he would be able to see the beads of his brother.
Thorin turned Fili’s head to the left first, as he began making the plait with the soft strands of blond. His fingers were gentle, but deft, as he completed the plait, and reached down into his nephews hand for one of Kii’s beads. He attached it at the end, and kept his warm smile on his face, as he fingered it, and held it up for his nephew to see.
Then he bent over and kissed the bead, with the Durin family crest upon it. He had made these beads for Kili, just as he had done for Filli, and himself, before they left Ered Luin on the quest. He swallowed hard, as his eyes filled with tears, and he blinked them away, before he began making the second plait down the right side of Fili’s head. Once finished, he attached the second bead to the end, and kissed it in the same manner.
He smiled down at Fili, as he reached out and took his hands in his own, kissing both of them. Before he shook his head at his nephews words. “Nay. I do not think such a thing, my dearest Fili. I love you, very much. You are grieving, and it is not to be shunned.. I am - sorry - nephew. I should - never have - brought you and Kili along on this quest. If I had - left you both home with Dis, as she begged me to, then you would both still be together. You could have joined us here once we made it, and he would still be here with us. This is all my fault….” he spoke his words, as his own tears spilled down his face. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against his nephews, with his hand slid behind his nephew’s neck, he held him there for a moment.
“I want him back too, Fili. It should be me who died. I should be the one waiting to be buried in the halls of our ancestors. Not him. Not our precious Kili. I am - sorry - so sorry. Can you ever forgive me, my dearest Fili,” Thorin whispered, as he opened his eyes and cupped his nephew’s bearded face between his large hands.
“I am sorry - namadinùdoy. You can be as childish as you wish to me, Fili. I miss him too, so much, it
Filihurts. I am sorry. You must know, that I will not be leaving your side, any time soon,” he spoke softly, as he caressed his nephew’s bearded cheeks with his thumbs.
He pulled Fili’s body into his, and ran his hands up and down his back in soft, gentle caresses, wanting him to know how much he loved him. He kept repeating how sorry he was, and how he loved him, and how he would take care of him. He stilled his movements when his nephew spoke his next words, and he carefully pulled his body back away from his, holding his hands in his, he caressed them, and shook his head.
“I will tell her, Fili. It is my responsibility to do so. She is going to kill me, but it will be worth it, because I deserve her wrath,” he breathed out his words, as he swallowed hard, and squeezed his nephew’s hands in his. “Why don’t we have a nice warm bath now. We can relax in there together, and I will take care of you,” he suggested, but made no move from the bed. He just held Fili’s hands in his, waiting for him to agree, and or to make a move to leave the warm bed.
Is that blood on your shirt?
"I…" he said, and he looked down at himself—he had felt the pain in his chest, but hadn’t thought much of it mid-battle. "Yes." The stain was growing startlingly fast, and now that he was finished fighting he could finally acknowledge like it hurt like the fires of Mordor. He gave a grim smile. "It’s been a while since I was last wounded so," was all he managed to say before he fell to one knee lopsidedly, legs unable to support him anymore.
"I’m a little busy dying," he said weakly, and he was pushed into the bed by some healers who immediately began to examine the wound and sending someone to notify his father. "He didn’t stab me," he said softly to the guards, to make sure they knew. "It was an orc."
Fili smirked and adjusted his coat as he took back his knives,"Don't over exaggerate elf, you're not dying." He brushed off one of the guards hands and leaned against the wall, out of everybody's way, as they worked on him.
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