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windemereDisclaimer: Tolkien. Peter Jackson. Need I say more? There are quite a few lines from TH: AUJ in here, which of course belong to Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens, Peter Jackson and Guillermo del Toro. Lots of dialogue from the movie in this part.
And the last part is here! Well, for this year.
Afterwards, Fili will consider the evening a blur. Logically he knows the chain of events that follow, but it all seems so impossible that he can’t quite believe it’s happened. For the first time, truly, he begins to wonder why he ever doubted the stories of his childhood that all seemed to fantastical. Clearly there is more truth in them than he thought possible and he feels a mark of shame that he ever thought Thorin or Balin or Dwalin had exaggerated to entertain or scare the young dwarflings.
It is a long slow trudge down from the Carrock. They are exhausted, hungry and battle worn and Fili knows that all of them have only enough energy left to focus on reaching the bottom. He is most worried about Thorin, because he knows his uncle is hiding his injuries. The rest of them have scrapes and tears in their clothing and exposed skin from the bad battle in the pine trees. And for the first time since he learned to wield a sword, Fili finds his arms so painful he cannot even give thought to lifting them, much less another fight.
Mostly, all Fili can think about is that fact that he owes Bilbo a debt that cannot be repaid. He knows Kili, trudging behind him, is thinking the same. No one else ran to Thorin’s rescue. No one else stood in front of the pale orc and defied death. No one else saved Thorin Oakenshield’s life. Fili’s very glad that his uncle seems to have accepted the Hobbit in their company, at long last and really wishes it hadn’t taken a near-death experience to accomplish it. He also knows that, if he and Kili are wondering about a life-debt to Bilbo, Thorin must be considering nothing else.
Finally they reach the bottom. Gandalf decides it is safe enough for a fire and he and Bofur go off to search out some useable wood. The rest of the company collapses where they are standing. Bilbo especially looks done in. Fili can only wonder what happened to the Hobbit while the dwarves were captives of the great goblin, but whatever it is has clearly taken the fight and strength out of Mr. Baggins.
Fili pushes his swore and tired body a little closer to the Halfling so that he can lean over to whisper to him without worry the others will overhear, except Kili.
‘We owe you a great debt of thanks for saving our Uncle’s life, Mr. Baggins. A great debt. And it will be repaid in full, on our honour of dwarves of the House of Thror.’
Bilbo blinks tired eyes at him, a little out of focus. ‘Yes, yes, of course. Yes, that’s quite fine,’ he stammers and it is only when Fili realises his eyes have closed half-way through this short speech that Bilbo likely has no idea what was said to him.
With a sigh, Fili leans back against the rock behind him and follows the Hobbit’s example. He barely stirs when the wood gatherers return. He’s not even sure he can get up the energy to eat, except he knows he needs to. They have precious little supplies left; only what was stored on their person since there bags are lost under the Misty Mountains, but it will be enough for the night. They can hunt on the morrow.
The food isn’t much, just some half crumbled cram cakes, dried meat they have been saving for an emergency – which they agree this is – and some root vegetables that Gandalf finds on the fire wood gathering expedition. These last they cut into chunks and cook on sticks over the fire because it is the quickest way and they don’t taste very nice raw. It isn’t green either, so Ori is willing to try it.
The food does help refresh them, temporarily. Enough that Dwalin has the presence of mind to set a watch in pairs, to ensure someone is always awake. Gandalf doesn’t seem concerned, but Dwalin doesn’t seem to care what the wizard thinks.
After supper is over, Fili closely observes Oin and Thorin have a very heated and entirely silent argument, in which Oin wins. Fili moves a little closer so he can see when the healer helps his uncle out of layers of leather, cloth and metal until Thorin is wearing only his thin under tunic and breeches. There is dried blood on the side of his neck, but when Oin pulls the fabric aside to see the wound, it looks slight. The blood is clotted and dried, though since it was made by a warg’s teeth, Oin carefully cleans the jagged cut and applies an ointment against infection. The rest of the wounds to Thorin’s body seem to be mostly black bruises covering the majority of his torso. Fili can’t help flinch when Thorin removes his tunic so Oin can see. There is more black then flesh colour and Fili can’t understand how Thorin has managed to get this far, all the way down from the Carrock, without collapsing in pain. It’s a miracle the ribs seem to be – mostly – intact. There’s also not much to be done.
Kili has a very pained expression on his face from where he is sitting on Fili’s other side, and they can both see the others attempting not to pretend to watch. They do not like the feeling of seeing their leader so injured. Bilbo, of course, is still fast asleep and they are content to leave him that way. Sleep is more useful than food for the Hobbit right now.
It is only when Thorin has been help to redress, upon his own insistence that he will not lie in the wild unarmoured – what if they are attacked in the middle of the night? – when Fili lies down with his back to his brother’s. Nori banks the fire and they all settle in near each other for the night. At least it is summer and warm, but there is a distinct feeling of anxiousness in the air, except from Gandalf, who seems surprisingly calm consider their recent plight.
The quest has not turned out to be at all like Fili had dreamt it to be. He and Kili had spent days before they had left their home, discussing the exciting adventure that was to come. It hasn’t been exciting, except for very small moments, and those have been fewer and further between since they left Bilbo’s homeland. Excitement has turned to fear and constant worry and Fili never thought it would be like this. He thought battles would be exciting and exhilarating things. He never thought he would worry about Kili and Thorin and all the rest so much that it was almost a distraction. He never thought he’d fear for his own life. Now he knows the stories his elders used to tell to him and Kili at bedtime and around the fire and down in the taverns are true. Every word of them. And that scares him in a way Fili can’t quite wrap his head around, because the stories are so much worse than anything they have faced yet. But they might very well face such things in the future.
There’s a fire breather still to come, if Smaug is still lurking in the depths of Erebor, as Balin seems to think. A massive dragon that chased the mightiest of dwarves away from their homeland for over a generation. Who also killed an untold number of men and dwarves. Their company of thirteen, plus a wizard and a Hobbit, have barely survived a pack of wargs, a rogue orc and the might of the goblin kingdom. Do they really have a hope at defeating a dragon?
It is the last thought Fili has before he falls into welcome slumber.
***
To Be Continued…this time next year.
And the last part is here! Well, for this year.
Afterwards, Fili will consider the evening a blur. Logically he knows the chain of events that follow, but it all seems so impossible that he can’t quite believe it’s happened. For the first time, truly, he begins to wonder why he ever doubted the stories of his childhood that all seemed to fantastical. Clearly there is more truth in them than he thought possible and he feels a mark of shame that he ever thought Thorin or Balin or Dwalin had exaggerated to entertain or scare the young dwarflings.
It is a long slow trudge down from the Carrock. They are exhausted, hungry and battle worn and Fili knows that all of them have only enough energy left to focus on reaching the bottom. He is most worried about Thorin, because he knows his uncle is hiding his injuries. The rest of them have scrapes and tears in their clothing and exposed skin from the bad battle in the pine trees. And for the first time since he learned to wield a sword, Fili finds his arms so painful he cannot even give thought to lifting them, much less another fight.
Mostly, all Fili can think about is that fact that he owes Bilbo a debt that cannot be repaid. He knows Kili, trudging behind him, is thinking the same. No one else ran to Thorin’s rescue. No one else stood in front of the pale orc and defied death. No one else saved Thorin Oakenshield’s life. Fili’s very glad that his uncle seems to have accepted the Hobbit in their company, at long last and really wishes it hadn’t taken a near-death experience to accomplish it. He also knows that, if he and Kili are wondering about a life-debt to Bilbo, Thorin must be considering nothing else.
Finally they reach the bottom. Gandalf decides it is safe enough for a fire and he and Bofur go off to search out some useable wood. The rest of the company collapses where they are standing. Bilbo especially looks done in. Fili can only wonder what happened to the Hobbit while the dwarves were captives of the great goblin, but whatever it is has clearly taken the fight and strength out of Mr. Baggins.
Fili pushes his swore and tired body a little closer to the Halfling so that he can lean over to whisper to him without worry the others will overhear, except Kili.
‘We owe you a great debt of thanks for saving our Uncle’s life, Mr. Baggins. A great debt. And it will be repaid in full, on our honour of dwarves of the House of Thror.’
Bilbo blinks tired eyes at him, a little out of focus. ‘Yes, yes, of course. Yes, that’s quite fine,’ he stammers and it is only when Fili realises his eyes have closed half-way through this short speech that Bilbo likely has no idea what was said to him.
With a sigh, Fili leans back against the rock behind him and follows the Hobbit’s example. He barely stirs when the wood gatherers return. He’s not even sure he can get up the energy to eat, except he knows he needs to. They have precious little supplies left; only what was stored on their person since there bags are lost under the Misty Mountains, but it will be enough for the night. They can hunt on the morrow.
The food isn’t much, just some half crumbled cram cakes, dried meat they have been saving for an emergency – which they agree this is – and some root vegetables that Gandalf finds on the fire wood gathering expedition. These last they cut into chunks and cook on sticks over the fire because it is the quickest way and they don’t taste very nice raw. It isn’t green either, so Ori is willing to try it.
The food does help refresh them, temporarily. Enough that Dwalin has the presence of mind to set a watch in pairs, to ensure someone is always awake. Gandalf doesn’t seem concerned, but Dwalin doesn’t seem to care what the wizard thinks.
After supper is over, Fili closely observes Oin and Thorin have a very heated and entirely silent argument, in which Oin wins. Fili moves a little closer so he can see when the healer helps his uncle out of layers of leather, cloth and metal until Thorin is wearing only his thin under tunic and breeches. There is dried blood on the side of his neck, but when Oin pulls the fabric aside to see the wound, it looks slight. The blood is clotted and dried, though since it was made by a warg’s teeth, Oin carefully cleans the jagged cut and applies an ointment against infection. The rest of the wounds to Thorin’s body seem to be mostly black bruises covering the majority of his torso. Fili can’t help flinch when Thorin removes his tunic so Oin can see. There is more black then flesh colour and Fili can’t understand how Thorin has managed to get this far, all the way down from the Carrock, without collapsing in pain. It’s a miracle the ribs seem to be – mostly – intact. There’s also not much to be done.
Kili has a very pained expression on his face from where he is sitting on Fili’s other side, and they can both see the others attempting not to pretend to watch. They do not like the feeling of seeing their leader so injured. Bilbo, of course, is still fast asleep and they are content to leave him that way. Sleep is more useful than food for the Hobbit right now.
It is only when Thorin has been help to redress, upon his own insistence that he will not lie in the wild unarmoured – what if they are attacked in the middle of the night? – when Fili lies down with his back to his brother’s. Nori banks the fire and they all settle in near each other for the night. At least it is summer and warm, but there is a distinct feeling of anxiousness in the air, except from Gandalf, who seems surprisingly calm consider their recent plight.
The quest has not turned out to be at all like Fili had dreamt it to be. He and Kili had spent days before they had left their home, discussing the exciting adventure that was to come. It hasn’t been exciting, except for very small moments, and those have been fewer and further between since they left Bilbo’s homeland. Excitement has turned to fear and constant worry and Fili never thought it would be like this. He thought battles would be exciting and exhilarating things. He never thought he would worry about Kili and Thorin and all the rest so much that it was almost a distraction. He never thought he’d fear for his own life. Now he knows the stories his elders used to tell to him and Kili at bedtime and around the fire and down in the taverns are true. Every word of them. And that scares him in a way Fili can’t quite wrap his head around, because the stories are so much worse than anything they have faced yet. But they might very well face such things in the future.
There’s a fire breather still to come, if Smaug is still lurking in the depths of Erebor, as Balin seems to think. A massive dragon that chased the mightiest of dwarves away from their homeland for over a generation. Who also killed an untold number of men and dwarves. Their company of thirteen, plus a wizard and a Hobbit, have barely survived a pack of wargs, a rogue orc and the might of the goblin kingdom. Do they really have a hope at defeating a dragon?
It is the last thought Fili has before he falls into welcome slumber.
***
To Be Continued…this time next year.
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Date: 2013-03-09 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-09 03:07 pm (UTC)And heavens, but that rambled! ;) Thank you for reading and enjoying! I'm eager for the next movie so I can write more (and get off this Dis kick my Muse is currently focused on...)
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Date: 2013-03-10 07:07 am (UTC)But on the other hand, it does give me something to look forward to for next year. (After that movie about the dragon of course)
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Date: 2013-03-10 09:05 am (UTC)