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Kilidoescartwheels
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Sep 29 2015, 3:44pm
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Final Chapter of "In Remembrance of the Fallen"
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Here is the final chapter of my fanfic "In Remembrance of the Fallen." A link to Part I is here: http://newboards.theonering.net/forum/gforum/perl/gforum.cgi?post=867125;sb=post_time;so=DESC;forum_view=forum_view_collapsed;;page=unread#unread
Part II is here: http://newboards.theonering.net/forum/gforum/perl/gforum.cgi?post=868085;sb=post_time;so=DESC;forum_view=forum_view_collapsed;;page=unread#unread
And Part III: http://newboards.theonering.net/forum/gforum/perl/gforum.cgi?post=870450;sb=post_time;so=DESC;forum_view=forum_view_collapsed;;page=unread#unread
Part IV mostly takes place at the 20-year anniversary of the Reclaiming of Erebor, though there are two flashbacks to the Battle of Five Armies. Please tell me what you think - feedback is greatly appreciated!
In Remebrance of the Fallen
Part IV – A Promise
Bilbo took a long drink from the mug Bofur offered. As he tilted his head, his eyes scanned the dozens of barrels stacked carefully on top of each other. “You dwarves are so amazingly productive,” he remarked, “and I do believe this is the finest ale I’ve ever tasted.” Bofur practically glowed with pride. Bilbo glanced over his shoulder. “And those stairs we passed, where do they go?”
“Oh, those go to the vaults,” Bofur replied. “All the gold is stored down there. Actually, those were the first things Thorin had built. Gloin keeps a close eye on those, you can be sure. You’ll need his permission to see them, though I doubt he’ll refuse you.”
“Oh, well, perhaps later.” Bilbo handed the empty mug to his host. “I suppose I – should go visit the tombs.”
“I understand,” Bofur nodded solemnly. “It’s been awhile since I’ve gone myself.” He straightened his hat and smoothed his robes. “Let me escort you.” They walked through the well-lit halls; the stone walls polished to reflect so much light that it was almost like walking above ground. Yet the Hobbit could feel that he was deep in the earth. He couldn’t imagine living in such a place. He belonged in the green, sunlit fields of the Shire.
They walked quietly into the Hall of Heroes, where many of the fallen Dwarves lay in carved stone coffins. In the center of the Hall was a dias, lit from above, where two stone monuments rested. Bilbo wasn’t surprised to see Ori standing near. Ori glanced at Bilbo as the Hobbit stood beside him. The three stood silently for a moment, offering prayers for the fallen brothers. “Please excuse me,” Bofur finally said, “but I must see to the ale for tonight’s dinner.”
“It’s alright,” Ori said, “I’ll see Bilbo gets back upstairs.” Bofur bowed respectfully before leaving. Bilbo regarded the young Dwarf he once fought beside, noticing he now wore three braids in his beard, and the hair around his face was woven into a tidy braid. “I come down here every day,” he explained. “It makes me feel like they never really left me.” Bilbo nodded in understanding. “Of course, Balin and Dwalin look out for me these days,” Ori continued. “Balin is so kind, and Dwalin – well, he’s really a big softie underneath that warrior image of his.”
Bilbo chuckled. It was hard for him to think of Dwalin as anything close to a softie. “I’m glad they are looking out for you, but I think you are doing all right for yourself. You’ve come a long way from that shy dwarf I met in Bag End.”
Ori laughed softly. “I suppose I have.” He looked up at his brother’s statues and sighed. “Well, I must be getting back. Duty calls.”
*****
Kili and Fili weren’t the only ones racing to Ravenhill. Gandalf noticed Thorin chasing after Azog, and tried to get Thranduil to send help, but the Elven King refused. “I have spent enough Elvish blood on this accursed land,” he vowed, “no more.” Tauriel challenged Thranduil, and nearly paid for it with her life. Legolas realized at that point that she did indeed have feelings for the dark-haired dwarf, but he also realized she was right – without any warning, Thorin and those who followed him up Ravenhill would be slaughtered. “I will go with you,” he pledged. They made it to the base of Ravenhill just as the first bats flew overhead. They could see one dwarf fighting a few dozen goblin mercenaries, but had no idea where the other two were. “I’ll take the high ground,” Legolas shouted as he reached for a bat.
Tauriel worked her way up the stairs, encountering a few Orcs along the way. She had no trouble dispatching them. Meanwhile, Legolas landed on the top of the tower just as Thorin was knocked across the frozen river, breaking his sword in the process. Azog appeared, and ordered a dozen Orcs to go in for the kill. Legolas was able to fire arrows, thinning the numbers considerably. Tauriel was also making progress, trying to work her way to Dwalin, when she ran across Bolg. The Gundabad Orc launched a flying kick, knocking her into the wall. She put up a valiant fight, but ended up falling off the landing. Bolg jumped down to finish her off just as Kili and Fili arrived. Far better, he thought, to kill Thorin’s heirs. He retreated into the tower and waited.
Dwalin was surrounded and about to be overwhelmed when Fili came, diving off the horse and rolling into the thick of battle. Kili grabbed the reins and stopped the horse before leaping onto an Orc, stabbing him in the process. Dwalin recovered quickly, shouting battle cries in Kuzdul as he hacked limbs and heads from goblin bodies. Kili swung his sword, decapitating another enemy and watched the head fly over the ledge. To his horror, the head landed near a badly injured Tauriel. He screamed her name as he scrambled down the steep hill.
Tauriel rolled to one side. “Kili – don’t!” She had no weapons left, no means to defend herself, but it didn’t matter. She would not be the bait – she would die first! Forcing herself to stand she shouted “It’s a TRAP!”
Bolg charged out swinging his mace and knocking her back down. He raised the spear-tip to finish her off. Kili jumped on his back, sword raised and pointed down, but the trick didn’t work this time. Bolg blocked the sword and flung the dwarf to the ground. Kili rolled quickly onto his feet and charged back in, only to be smacked in the face. Bolg arched Kili back, grasping his throat and again raising his weapon. Before he could strike, a sharp arrow pierced his hand. Bolg roared in pain, dropping the mace. It fell off to the side and landed a few feet down. As he leaned over to try and recover his weapon Kili stabbed him in the throat. Bolg grasped his throat with both hands, freeing Kili, who then stabbed the Orc in the chest. Bolg fell next to his mace and died quickly.
Legolas had used his last arrow to save Kili. He watched as Tauriel collapsed; fortunately the dwarf caught her before she fell off the hill. Still, he felt he had to reach her! He pulled out his knives and stepped backward off the tower, using the knives as hooks to scale down. As he neared the bottom of the tower he saw Thorin lying on his back. An Orc hovered nearby, raising his weapon for a killing blow. Thorin had fought impressively with a broken sword, but even that was gone now. “Figures,” Legolas muttered as he sheathed one knife. Pulling Orchrist free he launched off the tower, skewering the Orc as he landed on top of it. Legolas had no time to pry the sword loose, instead racing across the frozen river to help Tauriel. Without a word he lifted Tauriel off the ground, and out of Kili’s arms.
Kili had never been so angry, yet he knew the blonde Elf could save her. “Take the horse,” he said as he climbed up the steep surface to the upper landing. Fili and Dwalin were sitting on the ground, surrounded by dead goblins. Both Dwarves were bleeding from various wounds, and both insisted their wounds were nothing. Kili held the horse steady as Legolas eased Tauriel on its back, before seating himself behind her. Taking the reins, he nodded begrudgingly to Kili before he rode away.
*****
“How about another one?” Kili leaned back in his chair while handing the empty mug to his brother.
“Finished already?” Taking the mug Fili added, “It is a fine ale.” He glanced at Kili while the mug filled. “I should tell you, Bofur’s getting married.”
“Bofur?” Kili sat bolt upright. “Married? To who?”
“To a young maid from the Iron Hills. I’m sure you’ll meet her at tonight’s dinner.”
“That’s astounding!” Kili took the mug, toasting in the air. “Well, good for him.”
“Yes, good for him.” Fili sat next to his brother. “You know, I hear there are many fine Dwarf maids in the Iron Hills.” Kili stiffened, dreading what was coming. Fili added, “Perhaps you should go have a look – you could meet someone ….”
“I already have,” Kili interrupted.
“Yes, you met someone, but that was 20 years ago.”
“I will see her again.”
“Kili, she left with the Elf.”
“She had to – it was her duty.” Just like it was my duty to stay here, Kili reminded himself.
“Kili, I’m not trying to start a fight. I just want you to be happy.”
Kili didn’t want to fight, either, so he tried another tactic. “Fili, you know that half of all Dwarf-men will never marry.” He shrugged as if he were unconcerned. “I guess I’m that half.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Fili grimaced. “Enter.”
The door opened and Emunder stepped inside. He walked up to Fili and bowed sharply, earning a snicker from Kili. Fili kicked his brother under the table before standing. “My Lord,” Emunder said, “King Thorin needs to see you immediately.”
Fili sighed. “Yes, of course. I’m on my way.” Emunder bowed again, turned and walked out quickly.
Kili drained his mug just as quickly. “I need to see Mother.” He stood abruptly, indicating their discussion was over. Fili nodded before he left, wanting to say more but realizing it would have to wait. Kili’s hand slid into his pocket and came out holding the token. He bitterly remembered her words of explanation. Legolas was leaving, she explained, to search for the Dunedin rangers. As Captain of the Guard, it was her duty to protect him. “Will I ever see you again?” He looked up at her hopefully.
“Yes, I will return,” she replied as she gave him the token. “I promise.”
“And I promise to wait for you,” he said aloud to an empty room.
*****
Kili watched Tauriel ride away for a brief moment before turning to his brother. Fili was bleeding from a gash across his ribcage, but the gash didn’t appear to be deep. Fili had torn off part of his tunic and was pressing the fabric against the wound. Dwalin had a more serious wound on his left shoulder. Kili tore off part of his tunic and wrapped it around Dwalin’s injury. “Where’s Thorin?”
Dwalin’s throat was dry, making it difficult to speak. “He crossed the ice – he went after Azog.”
“Did Nori go with him?”
Dwalin sniffed. “Nori is dead.” Kili stopped what he was doing, shocked from the news. Fili looked down and cursed Azog in Kuzdul. “Ori has lost both brothers today,” Dwalin lamented, his voice nearly breaking as he spoke. But his mourning was cut short by an agonizing scream.
“Thorin!” Kili turned and raced toward the ice river.
“Kili!” Fili stumbled to his feet, but was unable to keep up with his uninjured brother. “Kili – wait!”
Kili skidded at the river’s edge. He gasped in horror at the sight of his uncle, pinned to the ice by Azog, struggling against the blade that dropped ever closer. Kili screamed as he jumped down to the frozen water. Azog glanced at the youngest Durin, an evil smile crossing his face. The smile turned abruptly into surprise when a battle ram came over the ridge, carrying Dain and a terrified hobbit.
“Barzul Kunar!” Dain charged the ram past Kili and dived forward as the ram slid on the ice. Rolling to his feet Dain spun around and launched his hammer, which flew straight into the side of Azog’s head. The Orc slumped over to the side, possibly dead, but Thorin took no chance. He rolled with the momentum and plunged Orchrist into Azog’s chest, impaling him to the ice.
Thorin staggered to his feet, clutching his broken ribs and gasping for air. “Dain, Bilbo – you’re alive! Kili,” he said as he reached for his nephew, “your brother?”
“He’s up there.” Kili cocked his head toward the ridge, where Fili and Dwalin stood.
“Oh, thank Mahal!” He smiled at his older nephew before turning toward the waterfall. He began to limp over to the edge.
Kili grabbed Thorin’s arm. “Thorin, sit down. Your foot….”
“I need to see,” Thorin gasped.
Bilbo took the other arm. “Then let us help you.” They worked their way to the edge of the waterfall. “The eagles came,” Bilbo reported, “and turned the tide. The battle is won!”
Fili jumped down, followed by Dwalin, but instead of joining Thorin they crossed over to the watchtower. Nori’s body lay face-up at the base, eyes open, blood still oozing from his chest. Filled with grief, Fili sat down next to his friend, his brother in arms, and cried.
*****
Thorin had chosen to live in the highest tower of Erebor. As Fili climbed the stairs, he wondered for perhaps the thousandth time why. Thorin lost part of his foot to Azog’s blade – the toes blackened and had to be removed. Bifur made Thorin an insert for his boots, which allowed him to walk, but for the past year he needed a cane. He came down from his tower less and less often; Fili hoped that Thorin wasn’t sending his regrets for tonight’s dinner. But he would not be surprised if Thorin was unable to attend.
Emunder held the door open for the Crown Prince. Oin was giving Thorin a breathing treatment of sage and mint. “This should get you through tonight,” the Apothecary said. “I’ll leave a tonic to help you sleep.”
“Thank you, my friend. I will see you at dinner.” Emunder showed Oin out, leaving Fili alone with the King. Thorin wore a fine suit of dark clothing, belted at the waist, the Durin crest displayed prominently at the buckle. The King’s Robe was draped across a clothes stand. Thorin’s feet were bare. “Please sit down,” he said, motioning toward a chair. After Fili sat down, Thorin gestured at his stubbed foot. “Do you remember this?”
“How could I forget?” Fili grimaced at the memory. Dwalin had the unfortunate task of chopping off the toes. “I was grateful it wasn’t me that - I can still hear your screams.”
“It was long ago,” Thorin reminded him, “the pain is long gone, and I bear Dwalin no ill will. Do you?”
“No, of course not!”
“Good, that’s good. Fili, Oin tells me I will not likely survive the winter.”
“Thorin,” Fili started, but Thorin waived for him to stop.
“I am dying, Fili. I have made my peace with it. But before I go, I need you to do something for me.”
“Yes, of course – anything.”
“Fili, I want you to forgive Bilbo.” Thorin could see the animosity cloud his nephew’s face, but he continued. “Whatever wrong you think Bilbo has done, I ask that you let it go.”
“Thorin,” Fili protested, “he withheld the Arkenstone!”
“And he was right to do so!” Thorin leaned closer to his nephew. “I have never told anyone the reason I’ve kept it locked in the vaults. Even now, I cannot be near it. I still feel its pull. I have fought the dragon-sickness every day for the past twenty years, until I have no strength left to fight. I am so – grateful that neither you nor Kili have ever felt it.” Thorin took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “If Bilbo had given me the Arkenstone, I truly fear what I would have become. I may have been willing to sacrifice both of you to keep it.”
Fili remembered the day Bard came for settlement, remembered how confused he was by his uncle’s behavior – and how disgusted he felt as Bard rode away. But there was more that Fili regretted. “Dori and Nori,” he mumbled, “they died, while I lived.”
“And you feel some guilt over that. I understand how you feel. I wish we had all survived.” Thorin leaned back. “But their deaths weren’t Bilbo’s doing. I sent Nori to scout the tower. And every time I look at Ori, I feel such remorse over his loss.”
“Thorin,” Fili shook his head, “Ori is much too kind-hearted to resent you for that.” Fili grew silent, thinking about what he just said. “You are right, of course. If there’s one thing being a father has taught me, it’s the need for kindness.”
Thorin smiled. “And you are a good father to those sons of yours. Speaking of which, I expect you’ll want to gather your family and head to the dining hall.” He reached out and clasped Fili’s shoulder. “I am so proud of you, Fili. I know I am leaving Erebor in good hands – you will be a fine King, a great leader of our people.”
“It means much to hear you say that.” He clasped Thorin’s arm. “And you can trust that I will do as you ask.”
Ori led Bilbo to the King’s dining hall. Normally used for the reception of important guests, it was an elaborately decorated room. Dwarvish tapestries hung on the walls below a mural carved into the ceiling, and huge braziers sat in each corner, blazing with light and warmth. Three heavy oak tables formed a U-shape, lined with ornate chairs and covered with a heavy tablecloth. Crystal goblets and polished silverware sat in front of each chair.
A lone table at the far end was covered with fruits, cheeses and other foodstuffs. Bombur was there with his wife and two younger sons. Ori stood back while Bombur introduced his family to Bilbo. Shortly after, Bofur came in with his fiancée. He made a brief introduction before directing four large kegs to be stacked at each end of the buffet table. Bifur came in after that, slapping the Hobbit on the back and rambling in Kuzdul.
“He says it’s great to see you,” Ori translated, “and not to leave without your gift.”
“A gift?” Bifur nodded and handed Bilbo an intricately carved pipe, which resembled Erebor, and a tobacco box with Thorin’s map carved into the top. “These are exquisite,” Bilbo exclaimed. “And your forehead healed nicely – that scar is barely noticeable!”
Bifur tapped his forehead. “Kuz Belquor!”
“Right.” Bilbo still didn’t know what it meant.
“Oh, yes, Bifur’s head is mended,” Bofur joked, “on the outside, but he still only speaks Kuzdul.”
“That’s quite alright,” Bilbo replied.
“Master Baggins!” Bilbo turned as Gloin approached with his wife and son. “You made it – I am so pleased! Allow me to introduce my son Gimli. See what a fine lad he’s grown into, ready for his own great quest.”
“How wonderful!” Bilbo extended his hand, which Gimli took rather forcefully. “It is an honor to meet you, Master Baggins!” Gimli shook Bilbo’s arm enthusiastically. “My father has told me of your heroic rescue from the dungeons of Mirkwood.”
“Well, I’m sure he exaggerates,” Bilbo answered modestly.
“No, no he doesn’t.” Balin approached, adding, “Master Baggins was as brave and true as the best Dwarf. We all owe him a debt for his service.” Bilbo noticed Dwalin standing next to Ori. He bowed respectfully, but a smile tugged at his lips.
Oin came up next. “Master Baggins, we are all at your service.”
“Thank you, thank you,” Bilbo stammered, “all your kind words are most appreciated. I feel most welcome.” He smiled warmly at the Dwarves of the Company, but his smile faded slightly when he saw Fili.
Fili came in with Kili, two dwarf women and two young dwarf boys. He wore a robe of royal blue that came down to his boots, trimmed in silver sable that matched the crown on his head. Everyone in the room bowed respectfully toward the Crown Prince, even Bilbo. Fili scanned the room looking for the Hobbit, and hesitated a moment before walking over to him. “Bilbo.” The room grew tense, until Fili extended a hand. “Welcome! Welcome to Erebor!”
Bilbo smiled as he took Fili’s hand. “Thank you for inviting me,” he said with relief, a relief felt by all who witnessed the reunion. Joyous chatter broke out as Fili clasped Bilbo’s shoulder.
“It is I who should be thanking you – for a great many things. Your journey was a long one, and I’m sure you are tired. We hope that your stay will be a long one.”
“Thank you,” Bilbo replied, “it means so much to hear you say that.”
“And I mean every word of it.” Fili glanced back at his family.” Come, I want you to meet the rest of us, starting with Mother.”
Dis stood next to Kili. She curtsied while her youngest son beamed. “So finally we meet. I can now thank the brave Hobbit who aided my sons and brother.”
“Oh,” he blushed, “they came to my aid many a time.”
Fili motioned for the younger dwarf-maid to approach. “This is my wife, Jerusa.” She dropped into a deep curtsy.
“Your servant, Madam.” Bilbo bowed in return, nearly dropping the tobacco box while .doing so.
“And these are my sons,” Fili continued. “This is my oldest, Kirin.” The older boy stepped forward and bowed. Fili picked up his small younger son. “And this is Norien.”
Bilbo’s eyes grew moist. “That is – so wonderful!”
Norien gazed at Bilbo; his large eyes were the same pale blue color as his father’s. With a tiny voice he asked, “Are you a dwarf?”
“No,” Bilbo chuckled, “I’m a Hobbit.”
Norien looked at his father. “What’s a Hobbit?”
“A Hobbit is a friend of the Dwarves,” Fili replied. “Let’s get you in your chair – oh, Bilbo, you’re to take the seat of honor next to Thorin.” To the room he announced, “Thorin is coming, he should be here any minute. Please take your seats.”
Kili and Dis moved to the left side of the center table; Kili held the chair for his mother. Fili put Norien in a child’s chair on the right end of the center table, then seated his wife in the closest chair on the right table, so that Norien was near both parents. Kirin sat next to Jerusa.
Bombur took a seat at the end of the right table; his wife and sons sat on one side while Bifur, Bofur and his fiancée sat across from them. Oin, Gloin, his wife and Gimli sat at the left table across from Dwalin, Balin and Ori. Bilbo noticed two chairs and place settings next to Ori, and asked Fili who would be sitting there. Before he could answer, Thorin walked in. Everyone except Fili’s young sons stood and bowed.
“Thank you, my friends.” Thorin moved to the center chair next to Bilbo. He smiled and nodded at the Hobbit while Emunder helped him into his chair. After he sat down Thorin said, “Please be seated.” Emunder nudged his chair forward. “Thank you, Emunder. Go join your family.”
Two dwarves came in carrying wine carafes. They filled each goblet quietly, and then stood next to the buffet table. Thorin picked up his goblet. “I understand Bombur has prepared quite a feast for tonight – lamb and roasted duck, is that correct?”
“Yes, my Lord,” Bombur replied enthusiastically.
Thorin added, “We should all eat and drink our fill, especially our esteemed guest. Master Baggins has traveled a long way to be with us on this most joyous, yet solemn occasion. Let us drink a toast to our Burglar.” Cheers of “Hear, hear” could be heard along with the sound of gulping – most of the goblets were drained. The servants quickly refilled all goblets before Thorin continued. “Twenty years ago this night, we opened the Hidden Door and reclaimed Erebor for our people. In the days that followed, battles were fought, alliances were forged, and enmity was cast aside to defend the mountain. Dwarves, Elves and Men fought together, and many died fighting. The anniversary of that day will forever be a remembrance of the fallen.” Thorin looked at Fili as he spoke. “Dain will arrive soon, along with representatives from Mirkwood, to honor their fallen brothers. And we will honor them as well. But tonight is about the Company. Tonight, those of us who survived remember those who did not.” Bilbo now realized who the place settings were for. Thorin raised his glass. “To Dori and Nori – we will remember you always.”
 
The End
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(This post was edited by Kilidoescartwheels on Sep 29 2015, 3:47pm)
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Sep 29 2015, 5:16pm
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A good end to to a good story.
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Wonderful Kilidoescartwheels (again) I love everything in it ( except that Dori and Nori are dead  )
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Sep 29 2015, 7:37pm
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Great story - but why Nori and Dori had to die?
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IT is not so good as chapter 1 (my favorite) but it is great too!
WHY? Why Nori and Dori had to die???
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Sep 29 2015, 8:15pm
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Yes, but they will be remembered
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Sep 29 2015, 8:19pm
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I guess two brothers had to die, because it wouldn't be realistic (why is THAT a consideration) if nobody died. And Thorin is dying, so really his ending just got pushed back 20 years. So yeah, Nori & Dori basically took Kili & Fili's place. I actually hated the fact that both nephews died in the book, I truly think one of them should have lived. As for Dain, I've noticed a lot of fanfics make him into some kind of Usurper, but I wanted to keep him as a hero who then goes back to his own kingdom in the Iron Hills. Thought you'd like that!
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DainPig
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Sep 29 2015, 9:36pm
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If you had to keep one of the brothers alive (kili and fili), who would that be?
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Sep 30 2015, 12:53am
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Of course I already wrote one about Kili surviving, based on which one I thought would survive their wounds in the movie. But the book is wide open on that, just "defending Thorin with shield and body," so that could be anything. I think I'd have to flip a coin on that one.
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DainPig
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Sep 30 2015, 1:10am
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SORRY- I forgot about your fic
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But why Kili? I much prefer Fili. What would Kili do as a king? Merry with elf girls?
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Kilidoescartwheels
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Sep 30 2015, 1:57am
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But why Kili? I much prefer Fili. What would Kili do as a king? Merry with elf girls?
Well, there's a reason I killed off Tauriel in that story, haha!
No real reason to favor Kili other than I just thought his wound was more survivable. I really think "In Remembrance" is a more Fili-centered story, and he's the Crown Prince, too! Kili's just kind of there, really.
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