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Post by Kili on Jan 12, 2013 16:36:45 GMT -5
Kili had never been alone before, if he wasn't with a vast company of dwarves, he always had Fili. They were practically joined at the hip... or at least they had been, hell they weren't even seen as two separate dwarves anymore! It was always where one went the other was sure to follow. It was fact like one needed air to breathe and food to eat. No matter where they traveled or who they encountered, Fili and Kili faced it back to back, but now... they were both alone. Kili was... wherever here was and Fili was back on middle earth still trying to slay Smaug. He wondered if they would succeed? He wondered if they would think he deserted? His heart sunk at that thought, never, never would he desert Thorin. He was loyal to his uncle until his dying day. With a grunt he continued through the snow laden mountains. There was nothing he could change about it now.
He grumbled, for the first time in his life wishing he had grown himself a beard at least the hair would have protected him from some of this damnable cold. Without his arrows, he had been forced to make traps to set bait for food and he was sick and tired of waiting for his traps to set off, he was hungry and he wanted some meat. That is, if I can build a blasted fire in this forsaken ice! Smaug take ya! Ya damnable cold! One of the strings jerked violently and Kili shot to his feet, plodding through the snow towards the trap. A large wolf-like creature hung in his trap, snarling and snapping at the empty air and Kili frowned at the beast. What in the hell...
A series of snarls snapped his attention and they emerged from the trees like a plague, each seemingly bigger than the last. They were as tall as he was and as long as one of the orcs damnable wrags. Massive wolves... were they even wolves? With canines big enough to spear him. Kili grinned, freeing his sword from its home on its waist and twirling the impressive blade through the air. At this rate he would get enough meat to at least last him a week.
"C'mon ya Wrag whelpings! Let's see what you can do!" Kili bellowed into the air, he had never had been one to fear immeasurable odds. The beasts snarled, crouching low on their legs before lunging towards him and Kili readied himself for another battle.
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Post by Thorin Oakenshield on Jan 17, 2013 13:38:12 GMT -5
Thorin had been wandering for a couple of days in some strange wilderness that he was unsure of. He knew now for certain that this was no realm of Middle Earth which he had explored, nor was the terrain familiar in the slightest. It had been a sudden thing, this move, and he'd thought at first that maybe Gandalf had done something to move him... Then, he realized that there were no other of his kin with him, and Thorin knew that his dwarves would not desert him like that. He had figured out that this was not home. But that was about all he knew.
Always, he'd been a leader among his people, among Durin's Folk, but now he felt absolutely worthless. What King Under the Mountain would be so careless as to lose his clan? What sort of leader would just... disappear? He was angry, frustrated, and agitated, but more than that he was disappointed in himself. No, he did not know how he'd ended up in this place, but he felt that the blame ought to be his own. As King, one always had to guard one's own.
What a failure did he feel like.
He wanted to see Fili or Kili, Gloin or Oin. Balin or Dwalin, Bofur or Bombur or Bifur, Ori or Nori or Dori. Hell, even Bilbo Baggins would suffice to prove that he hadn't lost everyone!
But Thorin had found this mountain range, snow-covered and homely to dwarves as it was, and he trekked through its hills and peaks like he was still in Middle Earth. He had nowhere particular in mind to go, and did not know that he actually even wanted to encounter anyone of some other species. What would that look like, a lone dwarf king? He was disgrunlted as he walked, until a sound sparked his interest. It sounded nearby and sounded vicious. Thorin immediately removed his sword, wielding it to be readied, and hurried to the danger. It was, after all, in his blood to fight.
He saw the source of the sounds first; a large wolf-like creature that towered over even him. But then his eyes caught something much more important--heartwarming even. "Kili!" He rushed to his nephew's side to help him fend off or kill this beast, glad to see someone he knew and more than that, relieved.
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Post by Kili on Jan 17, 2013 18:16:58 GMT -5
Kili had never faced wolves of such enormous sizes before, nor had he ever faced a foe without his brethren at his side, it was like an unwritten law. Dwarves rarely if ever went anywhere alone and never on dangerous roads. He felt bare without his brother, without Thorin, but he had no choice, if these beasts killed him he would die fighting with his honor still intact! He would make his uncle proud! The beasts, five towering creatures in all, barreled towards him, and he tightened his grip on his sword, molded and crafted within the bowels of Lonely Mountain itself.
Kili!
Never before had his name sounded so amazing and an instant later, the familiar sight of his beloved uncle appeared at his side, beard just as scraggily as ever and armor just as immaculate. Kili jumped backwards, spearing one of the beasts through its neck and into its shoulder as it lunged and shoved the carcass off to his left. He readied his stance for the next wolf knowing all too well that Thorin could handle his own, there were few who could outfight Thorin, and even less who dared even try.
"Thorin! Never has a sight more welcome crossed my vision!" He jumped to the side, avoiding a mouth full of saliva teeth and talons, he brought his sword down on the beasts back, carving out a chunk of its flesh before it scampered away, making another round. "I would kiss you uncle if I didn't think you would run me through!" His blade clashed against claws that dove forward and pierced through his shoulder, Kili growled, twirled the blade and sunk it deep into the creatures abdomen, making the wound in his shoulder worse but inflicting a fatal wound. It would take a few hours to bleed out, but he was quite sure he had nicked something vital.
"You have horrible timing Uncle! But I suppose better late than never!" Kili shouted back through his attacks and dodges, it was difficult fighting wolves who matched you in height and well outweighed you. They were faster, more agile, and one chomp was all it would take to end either of their lives. But damn it all! At the moment Kili wouldn't care if they were fighting ankle deep in orc piss, as long as Thorin wasn't just a figment of his imagination, he would fight until his arms dropped off if he had too.
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Post by Thorin Oakenshield on Jan 18, 2013 11:43:53 GMT -5
While Thorin had been alone and wandering through a wilderness the likes of which he'd never before seen, he'd been doing a whole lot of thinking. Thinking about his home in the Lonely Mountain and how they were so close to taking it back, thinking about his nephews Fili and Kili, along with all the other dwarves that had been so loyal to him always. Thinking about what it meant that he had left, and wondering who could take his place or if they now hated him too much to care who was king.
This was why it was such a shock and such a relief to him to see a familiar face--a young, brilliant, adventurous face that was still full of the wonder of youth. What a welcome sight! Thorin rushed to his side, his sword clutched tightly in his hand. He was already prepared to fight, always ready for war. It was in Thorin's blood to fight; without it his leadership should be invalid. He immediately joined in with Kili, slashing and parrying his way through the large, fur-laden beasts. Nothing like them had he ever seen before.
"As are you, m'boy," said Thorin as his Orcrist met the skull of one of the wolves, right between its eyes. He continued to fight it until he'd managed at a good stab in the chest, where he was certain he'd won against it. As Thorin whirled around to face the next of the foes, he let Kili's words process. He cut off the beast's paw with a hard, strong swing of his blade, which sent it roaring in pain and agony. The next one he faced off he managed to slice in the side, and it fell to his feet. "I might still," he said, his dry humor something that he knew Kili was used to, and went back to slashing and avoiding the snarling teeth of these ugly things. The wolves were dwindling in number, and Thorin moved to help Kili fend off the last of them.
Finally, he'd hacked one too many wolves and they had fallen at the dwarves' feet. He looked over at Kili, covered now in wolf blood, and shook his head. "You can't get yourself out of trouble can you, Kili? You better be grateful of my bad timing," he half-smiled, and then went to embrace his nephew.
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Post by Kili on Jan 19, 2013 23:35:52 GMT -5
Kili slashed through the dire wolves with an excitement unmatched. Gods he had been wandering this world for far too long and with far too little company. The bitter cold, the frostbitten winter... back on middle earth he had not noticed such things, so distracted was he by the company of his men... but here, lost and alone he had felt the bitter chill take the warmth from his flesh and from his personality. But now... now he felt renewed and his level of energy skyrocketed as he sliced through the wolves with passion. Smaug take the damned things, why did he always seem to have the worst luck? The worst timing?
"Hahaha! How I have missed your death threats Thorin! They warm my heart!" Kili laughed, plunging his blade through the side of another beast and watching it fall, their numbers were dwindling, not that Kili expected any less. They had killed thousands of orcs in their time, wrags, trolls... the least of their worries were a few overgrown wolves! They bested the last of them and once the last fell Kili wasted no time in even retrieving his blade from the monsters side. Laughter fled his mouth and a smile wide enough to make his cheeks hurt crossed the whole of his face as he embraced his uncle in a tight and fierce hug.
"Never! Trouble always seems to find me in the damndest of places! But you should expect that from me by now! Gods is it good to hear your voice! How is the rest of our company, did you reclaim the mountain? What has happened to us Thorin?" Kili chattered a million miles an hour, hoping, praying that Thorin had regained the mountain before being dragged... well... wherever here was. Was this Gandalf's doing or some other form of trickery. Unable to help himself he trapped his uncle in another tight hug. "I have missed you more than I care to admit Uncle!"
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Post by Thorin Oakenshield on Jan 26, 2013 10:31:43 GMT -5
Thorin, as he was slaying the last of the beasts, was watching his nephew with wary eyes. The boy was too excited for things like this. Battle had not hardened him in his youth yet, but one day it would. And it seemed like he might have been a little too eager to prove to Thorin how good he was. Nonetheless, Thorin was glad to see him, and would not trade him for a company of others. Kili was his nephew, his blood relative, and he did love him even if it never showed except in his eyes on weary nights. There was a special place in the cavity of his chest for his people, his direct relatives especially. And one day, this boy would be something special.
His sense of humor was something that Thorin had relied on for a long time now, and he'd missed it without knowing while he'd been lost here alone. "And your foolish humor warms mine," he answered sardonically, pulling his blade from the dead wolf and approaching his nephew as he placed the Orcrist back in its place. That blade had done him well. Kili's smile was a welcome sort of relief, and it reminded Thorin that he was no longer alone here. He accepted Kili's embrace, hugging him back in a hold that said he would never leave Kili alone again, for fear that he might lose his on connection to his old home. Middle Earth, this may not be, but it was good that Kili was here.
"Trouble does not leave you, Kili, I don't think, but you never seem to take it too personally. It is in your blood." Thorin gave him the sinerest of smiles that he could dig out, but then his face turned serious, his blue eyes plagued by a sudden sad memory. "No, Kili. We did not. We were close, and then... I found myself here, without any of the rest. I spent a long time trying to figure it out, to see if it was Gandalf's doing, or the elves, or anyone. But I came up empty. This is not Middle Earth." He heaved a big sigh and nodded as if answering some question that was in his mind alone. There was no good explanation, and Kili's questions were beginning to remind him of more and more pain. It was a welcome thing to change the subject, but this time Thorin's hug wasn't as strong. "As I've missed you, Kili. It is good to hear your laughter, to see you smile. I've missed you as I would my own son." It was a very unusual thing for Thorin to share his sentiments.
He let go his nephew. "Come, let us find somewhere to make our camp."
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Post by Kili on Feb 2, 2013 15:25:28 GMT -5
While Kili did not take delight in killing anything, save for orcs...damn things... he did attend a battle with enthusiasm. Fighting was in his blood, whether it be a drunken brawl or a battle for life and death, Kili embraced a challenge with open arms, the ideal was young and naive, but so was Kili, at least by dwarven standards. He had simply been thrust into a life of war and for the most part, it was pick up a weapon and start fighting or perish. Kili had chosen life. Fighting was one of the few things he could do efficiently and, when he didn't let his excitement get the better of him, he was a very efficient warrior, but this battle in particular hosted a variety of problems for the poor lad. The first, he had no bow or arrows, and while he was sufficient with a blade, his arrows struck with devastating accuracy. The second, he had been alone on this spit of land for well over a month. he had run into a few odds and ends characters but no one to take up a permanent residence with, and then Thorin... Thorin of all people should stumble across him, it filled him with so much excitement and so much blasted hope that Fili could be here... He was halfway tempted to forgo the battle all together, but managed, at least, to keep the base of his wits about him. Despite the sardonic reply, the strength of the hug that was offered told Kili that he was more than excited to have stumbled upon him, probably even more so than Kili himself. He pulled back and swiftly retrieved his blade, sheathing the thing quickly so his attention might return to his King.
"Oh Uncle! I have not added a sleeping agent to Bombur's food in weeks! Trouble I feared has abandoned me for some other mistress! Of course now that you're here I see it has returned in full." Kili laughed and began walking in the direction where he had set up a small encampment. He had not yet the courage to venture down into the human towns, it felt like it would remind him far too much of the kin he had lost. His smile quickly dropped as he heard that Erebor had not been reclaimed, and he was quick to recall that he had been transported here first. What if.... what if they thought he deserted? What did Fili think? Color drained from his face.
"You did not think I left your company willingly did you? And Fili..." he could not bring himself to ask, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer. Did Fili hate him? He didn't quite think he could handle knowing Fili had deemed him a traitor, he had been searching for weeks, for a way to return to Middle Earth to no avail. "I have been searching for a way to return since I arrived. All I have been able to gather is this land is cursed, it drags people from other dimensions, times, eras, and brings them here." At the second hug, Thorin's words almost brought tears to Kili's eyes, he had never known his parents, his family, aside from Fili, he and Thorin were all Kili had left.
"I have missed you terribly uncle, it may sound selfish but I am glad it is you that is here with me. Your presence gives me strength." It was the truest words Kili could speak. He had always drawn his own courage and strength from the raw determination and focus that was forever present on Thorin. "I've found a small abandoned cavern carved into the side of the mountain. It's not much but it blocks the snow at least."
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Post by Thorin Oakenshield on Feb 2, 2013 21:01:01 GMT -5
Thorin had been truly worried, concerned that he might never see his dwarves again and that they would consider him a bad king, a poor ruler, that they would crown someone else over him in mutiny. But more than that, he'd worried that they would never get to take back their home, that he would disappoint and sadden them. But now, before him stood his nephew, the one thing he could honestly say was a great relief and shock. He'd raised the boy, practically, him being the son of Thorin's sister Dis, and was the closest thing to a son that he had. That was why it was so good to see him.
Thorin scoffed in jesting. "You would take another mistress," he joked, and on a more serious note, thinking of Bombur, Thorin said, "I do miss him. And everyone else. I've trekked out here alone for quite some time, and you're the first thing I've found." He showed the slightest hint of a smile to the boy and shook his head, recalling his long journey here, wondering if Gandalf had caused this or some other terrible, powerful force. He watched carefully, warily as Kili's face suddenly took a turn. His words were what Thorin had so much as expected.
"No, Kili, I would never. I actually never knew you were gone, as I woke up here after setting up for the night with all of you dwarves." He nodded reassuringly and patted Kili firmly on the back, always trying to be a good leader though he knew he'd thus far failed. Thinking and walking at the same time, Thorin answered Kili with a strength he did not really possess, because he did not care for this land and would rather have been back in Middle Earth. Hell, even in the Shire, in Bag-End. "I believe it's good enough for us to live in until we can find some way back. I don't care much for it, but... I am glad you are here with me."
He smiled a bit. "I am glad for that."
They finally made it to this cave he'd spoken of and Thorin nodded in approval. "This will do, then," he said, sitting down and sighing in exhaustion. "But we shoud go sometime to see what is in those villages below. I saw them too, earlier." He looked up at Kili with a genuine smile this time, though he was worried, because he was glad to have a companion who would actually do him well. Good nephew, he was, always.
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Post by Kili on Feb 8, 2013 15:03:11 GMT -5
Thorin had always been Kili's rock. Despite his whimsical nature and ever present laughter on rare occasion the sadness, the loneliness, the depression of his kin still got to him. He retreated then, to Thorin's side. He would rarely speak during these rare times and when usually just trot along beside him silently or sit somewhere near him, but his presence had always brought Kili a sense of peace, a sense of home. He soothed his tattered spirit with little more than a knowing glance and a quick pat on the back. Thorin understood him better than most and while never wishing to appear weak, he always seemed to understand with Kili simply needed companionship. Quite possibly, he had been more excited to see his uncle than he would have Fili. Fili was the missing piece to his soul, but Thorin was his heart.
"Another mistress? Me? You must have me confused with one of our kin!" Kili's face was the picture of innocence and without the beard he almost pulled the expression off. If it wasn't for the teasing gleam in his black eyes... that and the fact that Thorin knew him like the back of his hand. It was a bit difficult to fool someone who knew you so well. He would have had better luck taking on Smaug alone. His next words made the younger dwarf frown, his eyes filling with concern for his uncle. Thorin should never be alone, always flooded with a thousand dwarves who had pledged their lives for his happiness and health, it was the way he was supposed to be. He should have all the food, company and pleasure his heart desired, but as they had well since learned, the world was utterly cruel. "I miss them more than I can say. Although I have not wandered alone, I met a strange young lad with pointed ears that stood at our height, he had with him a sprite. He was a decent enough warrior, he helped me fell a troll." Here his face lost a twinge of color as he remembered they had fought the damned thing during the day.[/] "Apparently whatever magic binds them to the night on Middle Earth does not turn them to stone in daylight here. It was entirely foolish, hungry and hell-bent on eating us while the sun was at its highest peak." It was a fair warning, you could no longer outsmart the damned things.
"I'm sure we will find our way home, Thorin. We may have to indulge in a few more battles, but isn't that a bit like home anyway?" he would do far more than just run his sword through whatever soul had dragged him here. he would strip the flesh from his bones, and he was quite certain Thorin would help. "We will still reclaim Erebor, uncle... and I best be the one who gets to place the crown a top your head." He said it with a smile but his tone was quite serious. He nodded absently at his Uncle's words about the villages currently far beyond their reach. yes it would be wise to gain supplies and such.
"Do not lose faith Uncle. I will not rest until we return home and that damnable dragons head lays rotting at your feet."
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