Greetings wonderful people of Earth. I have succeeded in returning my friend to elfin form once again! (round of applause) Go me! Here is your promised update and to celebrate having my friend back I am giving you two chapters! I will update again to two days still. Enjoy this read. Leave comments and crits. Thorin is mentioned in this chapter so I felt that I had to share so check out the sidebar. Anyways, read on!

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After Fili had re-counted their side of the story, Kili had let loose a yawn so wide it look as if it would swallow the room whole. Sabrielle, grateful to withhold the devastating news for a little while longer, pounced on the action. Demanding that the dark-haired dwarf rest up, she tramped out of the room to find him a fresh pair of clothes so she could wash the ones he’d been staying in for the past weeks. The elf handed the clean clothes to Fili and left the room closing the door gently behind her.

Sabrielle made her way down to the kitchen. As soon as she had rounded the corner, the elf let her legs fall out from underneath her and slid down to the floor with her back against the wall. Relief and sorrow filled her soul as the tears began to run down her delicate face. Her shoulders shook violently as sobs wracked her body mercilessly.

    “How can I tell them?” she whispered into the air in a prayer to the powers above, “Oh by the stars! It will break their hearts to hear the news of their uncle. They were so close after their father was slain. Their uncle was really their father for as long as they could clearly recall. How do you tell someone evil tidings of this ilk? Valar edraith enni.”

    “How are you feeling now, Kee?” questioned the older dwarf helping his brother into the new clothes.

    “Fine,” he shrugged playing the ever proud dwarf, “I could do this myself you know.” A smack to the back of his head made the younger dwarf jerk around to face the blonde, “What in Durin’s name was that for?” 

    “You can barely stand on your own,” his brother scowled, “Don’t be a stubborn pig and answer me properly. I need to know. I don’t want a repeat of this so tell me so I know what I can do to make you better faster.”

    “I’m tired,” he smirked enjoying his brother’s concern, “Better than before but bone tired. Only rest will cure that. I might fall asleep right now and you’d have to dress me on your own.” He watched his brother carefully as he continued a wicked grin spiking on his lips. “Or maybe you might call Sabrielle over to assist you. But I think you’d prefer if our roles were switched.” Fili quickly turned his head away to hide the blush that had crept up his face.

    “I saw that,” whispered the younger of the two, “Oh yes I did, Nadad. Yes I did.”

A new day dawned and Sabrielle cleared Kili to enjoy breakfast in the little clearing as they often did when the brothers came visiting. Kili was devouring yet another (and possibly his eighth) slice of freshly baked bread. The days in fever had left him famished. He was reaching for another when Fili broached the unfinished topic of last night.

    “Sabrielle,” he mused, “I was hardly able to get a wink of sleep last night. I spent the whole time impatient to get up and hear what happened with the battle. I have had a dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach ever since Kili said he felt uneasy about it. Please tell us what happened.” Sabrielle looked up from her honeyed bread and looked the blonde dwarf in the eye.

    “If you are sure,” she murmured taking a deep breath, “I will tell you. But please eat up first. I’d like to finish this morsel before talking of anything.” After they had finished all that had been set up for them Fili reminded the elf of what she had said.

    “Yes Fili,” she replied a note of annoyance playing in her tone, “I am not senile. I have not forgotten. You do not give me the time to.” She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in the soft dewy scents of morning. The blonde dwarf instantly tensed recognising the elf’s preparation as her ‘not good news’ routine. He’d seen it many times before; when he found out that his favourite pony of Sabrielle’s had to be put down, when she had explained about the death of a rabbit family they had been sheltering, the destruction of a neighbouring village through a fire. Many times, but this he feared was going to be far closer to home.

    “As I told you yester night,” Sabrielle explained voice flat and emotionless, “You were victorious. The enemy was completely annihilated and quite a few of your own survived.” Suddenly the elf choked and broke down sobbing hiding her face behind her hands. Kili slid closer and wrapped his arms around his friend while Fili just stared dumbly until his anxiety took the form of anger.

    “Sabrielle?” he asked, rough fear colouring his voice, “Who died? Was it Balin? Or Ori? Who?” The elf flinched as his voice grew louder as he continued, “Tell me! I need to know!”

    “Fili!” his brother hissed, “Stop it Nadad! You’re not helping!” Kili turned his attention back to Sabrielle. “Calm down,” he soothed, “I don’t like seeing you cry. Calm down and tell us when you’re ready.” The elf was shaking from head to toe.

    “I’m sorry,” she whispered so quietly that both dwarves had to strain to catch what she was saying, “I’m so, so sorry. If I had of been there . . . I left as soon as I heard. I wanted to be there for you. To fight by your side. If only I had left earlier. I could have saved him.” Fili took her shoulders his eyes glowing with a dangerously murderous gleam.

    “Stop it!” he demanded, “Who. Died. Tell me now or so help me I’ll . . .” His voice faltered as she looked up at him. “No,” he breathed as the darker blue eyes bored into his own, “No. You don’t mean it.” Kili stared between the two of them confused.

    “I would not lie to you, Fili,” Sabrielle sobbed, “Not about this. He’s dead. I saw him buried. I saw the body. I touched his lifeless hand before they shut the coffin.” The blonde dwarf began to growl, the noise starting deep in his stomach and tearing its way up through his chest, throat and finally his lips leaving in an animalistic howl of grief and pain. He stepped away from his brother and friend and fell to his knees, holding his head. The younger dwarf stared at his brother still utterly bewildered.

   “Kili,” Sabrielle whispered taking his face in her hands, “It was Thorin.” She had no need to say any more. The younger dwarf simply nodded, tears misting his now hard eyes.

    “Let’s go inside,” he suggested quietly, standing up bringing the elf with him, “I think Fili needs some time to himself right now. I’ll come talk to him soon.” And looping his arm around her slim waist as he could not reach the elf’s shoulders, Kili led Sabrielle back into the house.

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So they only just found out that Thorin's dead! Wow. That's gonna leave a mark. Fili explodes and suddenly Kili is the calm one. That illness must of messed with his head. By the way the Sindarin mean Valar save me and Nadad is Khazdul for brother. Please remember to leave comments and crits and ideas for storyline. You can skip on now to my next chapter. Meow!

~SpanishFox