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Long-Forgotten Gold 2/2Summary: The question of his newphews has been answered, but there's still a missing Hobbit.
Part 2: His Hobbit
Night had fallen by the time Thorin returned to the dwarven camp. How eerily normal everything seemed. The fire had been started and his company was seated around it. The dwarves were turned to each other while Gandalf leaned against a sizable boulder, puffing his pipe. There was a low rumble of voices, but not a single laugh dared to break the monotony. When they noticed their king's return, silence overtook their words. One of them stood, his back facing a well bundled something on the ground.
"Thorin," Bofur started in his usual calm manner. He had his pipe in hand, the warm scent of tobacco followed his breath. "Bilbo's fine. I found him at the foot of the mountain, near the old Elvish camp site. He was lying there, but he was breathing, so no need to worry about that!"
Once assured of Bilbo's well-being,
Long-Forgotten Gold 1/2Summary: Thorin survives the Battle of the Five Armies relatively unscathed, but just how bitter-sweet is the victory? Where are his newphews and his hobbit?
Part 1: His Kin
Some say that when you lose someone you love, you can feel it. Even if they're miles apart, you'll be able to know.
Thorin felt nothing through the adrenaline of battle. The only thing that he was aware of was the warmth of the Orc and Warg blood mixing together down his arms and against his face. The king saw the eagles come and watched Beorn scatter their enemies away from his mountain.
This was what a victory must have felt like. An actual victory, where he could reap its benefits with his dwarves and kin. He would be able to live out his reign, crown his nephews, and the line of Durin would run strong once more. There would be feasts and songs of their accomplishments that day, he was sure of it.
But the king should have known better than to be
Safe and Sound Ch. 2Summary: Immediately after fleeing from Smaug at Erebor, Fili and Kili have their self-assurances shaken.
Chapter 2: To be "Okay"
The camp fire had smoldered down to nothing more than hot coals. To one side a barely aged Kili was wrapped up in a thick, rabbit-lined coat. Directly next to him was a slightly more aged Fili, wrapped in his own furs. As he let his head rest on what he deemed to be a softer pile of rocks and dirt, he thought about his home. About his feathered pillows and downed blankets. About the feasts that would spread for furlongs. About how that damned dragon took it away from him. From them.
The young prince Thorin refused to sleep. In his lap lay his sister, Dis. The embers reflected in his eyes; reflected the betrayal and loss. And for the time, the night remained silent and still.
. . .
Maybe if he just lay really still.
Fili rolled over to face Kili who looke
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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