Hey wonderful people! Enjoy this new chapter! I love how some of you have actually sent messages telling me that Sab should come back to life and Kili should be a-okay! It makes me think my story is kinda worth it! :D Anyway! As you can see this is dedicated to the readers from Portugal! So hi to you guys/girls! Many new things await you in this chapter! And I just had to show you this crazy video I found! I love it sooo much! Now read on!

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Fili’s hair hung limp forming a ragged blonde curtain around his face as well as that of the elf maiden lying in his arms. The tips of his now dishevelled braids tickled softly the pallid skin of Sabrielle as he allowed his tears to fall. He had tried many times to leave her side, to perform the multitude of tasks that he knew were still required of him even at this early hour, but he found he had not the strength of mind or body to remove her from his arms. And so he sat totally oblivious to the time that was passing allowing his mind to wallow in the grief that was consuming him.

    “Why can I not leave?” he questioned the air his chest heaving as he tried to hold back the sobs racking his body, “Why can I not let the dead be?” The tears fell like soft rain showering down on the elf’s clothes and skin leaving small spots of damp where they fell. The King then buried his face into his deceased friend’s shoulder and continued to weep like that. He could not have been in that position for more than a few minutes when Fili noticed something that made him stiffen.

The King had heard what he thought was the faint creak of an opening door and so he had briefly glanced up at the entry to the bedchambers. Upon seeing nothing he lowered his eyes ready to bury them once again into the beautiful elf’s shoulder but for some reason his gaze lingered a moment on her pale hand. A gasp caught in Fili’s chest as he sat a little straighter thinking he had seen a finger twitch. He waited another few seconds believing it to be a trick of the morning light or his longing imagination. But there it was again; the faintest movement of her right thumb.

    “Sabrielle?” he whispered softly praying in his heart that it was not a trick of death, “Sabrielle, are you there?” Still holding onto her body the dwarf felt the slight tremor run through the elf.

    “Sabrielle?” he called just as gently as before, “Come to me. If you’re still there, come to me.” Again the elf in question shivered as if faced with a slight breeze on an autumn morn. And, with a gasp like she had been trapped beneath the sea for decades, Sabrielle began to breathe. She took huge gulps of air that filled her lungs completely before expelling them almost as soon as she had inhaled. Then her deep sea blue eyes snapped open to immediately lock onto the lighter azure of the King’s.

    “Sabrielle . . .” was all he could manage before he choked on the emotions that had risen in him and he gathered his friend into a great strong bear hug. She had to take a moment to regain her breath before she could talk.

    “Fili,” the elf soothed hugging him back just as tightly, “It is alright. I am back.” She could feel the mighty dwarf King shaking uncontrollably under her touch.

     “You were dead . . .” the blonde dwarf stuttered his weariness showing in his dulled eyes, “You had no pulse. The healers . . . they . . . I . . . how . . . you were dead.”

    “Shhh,” Sabrielle comforted and manuvered herself so she could stroke the young King’s blonde mane, “Now is not the time to talk of this. I am alive now. You do not need to fear. Shhh.” The elf began to rock back and forward to console the dwarf as one would an unhappy child.

    “But now,” she continued gently, “I can see that you are tired. Rest here and I will check on your brother. I believe he needs a little of my help.” Fili had almost been won over but mention of the younger dwarf reminded him of his duties as a King and brother.

    “No,” he shot, “I’ll come too.” Sabrielle gave him a strange glance.

    “You need not worry, Fili,” she tried to lie knowing that all was not well in the Prince’s chambers, “You are tired. Rest and recover. Your brother doesn’t need you now.” But the ploy was wasted on the dwarf’s ears.

    “I cannot be left alone,” the King whispered not meeting his friend’s eyes, “Not now anyway. I can feel in my heart that Kili is suffering. He does need me. And I need you both.” The dark haired elf nodded understanding hid plight.

    “Very well,” she stated changing tact, “If I cannot deceive you into not coming then I should warn you of the true nature of your brother’s situation. It is true that Kili’s life is in great danger. If we do not make all haste he is sure to die sooner rather than later.” This time it was Fili that nodded.

    “Then let us not delay any further,” he replied stiffly and with the authority a King should have, untangling his limbs from the elf and marching over to the door. His friend followed suit and moments later the pair were racing down the halls to the Royal bedchambers.

    “Sabrielle!” Fili gasped suddenly coming to a stop when they were half-way to the rooms. The elf halted and looked back at her companion. The blonde dwarf was clutching at his chest and his eyes were full of immense pain.

    “Something’s terribly wrong,” he managed between breaths, “We need to get there faster!” And so he took off at an even swifter pace, his original speedy loping strides switching to a fierce battle charge. And what could the elf do but follow his lead?

They arrived at the door to the Prince’s chambers and had not even stopped to regain their lost breath when they began to hammer at the heavy oak panel. A healer popped his head out to see what the commotion was about.

    “Oh Your Majesty!” the new dwarf piped giving a hasty little bow, “I’m sorry Milord but you can’t come in right now.”

    “Stand aside,” the King ordered, “He is our brother and if you cannot heal him we shall do it ourselves!” The healer had scarcely scuttled out of the way when Fili pushed through the doorway with Sabrielle hot on his heels. The hustled of healers surrounding the bed scattered as their leader approached.

    “Oh Kili,” the elf sighed as she took in the sight of her dark haired friend before turning to his elder brother.

    “I can still save him,” she informed the King, “I am sure of it.”

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So how was that? I know it needs some tightening I kinda just wrote it in an hour tonight coz I was like 'damn it I need to update and I haven't written anything and it's like 10:37!!!!!!!!!!! So yeah! COMMENTS and CRIT WOULD BE VERY VERY HELPFUL RIGHT NOW! So meow. And did you like the youtube clip? As said before: I love it sooo much! Oh yeah. In case you didn't notice: Sabrielle's back :D Find out soon! Until next we meet!

~SpanishFox