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Away at War / Left Behind

Left Behind: Away at War/Battle

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We all know war can be a hard time for everyone but those left behind? It can be torture. Hoping you get a letter or a call, staying glued to the television and cringing at those news stories. Guess what happens to you now? Your loved one has gone off to fight a war (battle, fight, in that ilk of things) and some time has passed. Sadly the letters and e-mails have stopped so you are left wondering the fate of your loved one. What do you do? Do you move on or are you holding on to hope they'll come back?

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One: You get a call, or you get a knock at the door. You are told the person you love is dead and you feel like your whole world has caved in. The healing takes time but after awhile you pick up the pieces and you've finally moved on. You've never forgotten them and you know they'd want you to be happy. Then one day you get another call and you feel like you've been punched in the gut. Surprise! Your loved one is alive and has been rescued. What do you do now? Or if you are the one returning home how do you handle knowing the person you love is with another? Do you try to get them back? Or do you let them stay happy and walk away?

Two: You are so relieved to hear that they've found your loved one. You go to the hospital to see them but when you go to kiss them they stop you. Oh...wait...they have a big chunk of their memory gone. Oh no! Can you get them to remember your lives together? Does it hurt too much that you walk away rather than deal with it? You with the memory loss do you try to find yourself letting this person guide you. Do you refuse and walk away? Are those memories ever return, or are they gone forever?

Three: They have come back safe and sound. Though they cringe away from your touch and can be a little violent. Something about them has changed because of what they've seen. They rarely sleep and when they do they wake up screaming. The intimacy seems to be gone because you can't seen to get close to them. Can you handle it? Can you work with them? Or have you had enough? Do you leave? The returnee how do you feel? Do you wish you could just hold them and be normal again? Do you seek help or think you can handle it yourself?

Four: Even before they left it was as if the love was gone between the two of you. Plans have been made to break-up or divorce but after the hell they went through? You feel obligated to stay. You try your best to rekindle what was lost but it's gone. Finally you are at the breaking point and it's time to tell your significant other that it's over. You want to end it. Either one of you has this feeling and are acting to end the charade. Ready to break it to the hometown hero or to your sweetheart that waited for you?

Five: You've lost them and it was just too much for you. People have told you to move on yet you never could. Now you get a call. They've been found but it's unclear if they'll make it. Better hurry and rush to their side just in case. You don't want them to go without you getting to tell them one last time you love them just in case. Alternately you are injured and you know it might be the end and you refuse surgery until you get to see them one last time. You want them to know you love them.

Six: You lost your other half and you still aren't over it. Might be that little one asleep in the other room that has their eyes or smile. You are always reminded of what you lost when you look at that. The sad part is you never got to tell them the good news. Never got to hear their excitement. Or maybe you had an adoption in motion and were just waiting and it happened while they were gone. It still reminds you of what you and your love had planned for their future. Then you get the call they were found, and now you are nervous. How will they get along with their child? Will they still want that life? How do you take it the first time you see your eyes when looking at the child?

Seven: Finally news comes in and they've been found and you couldn't be happier. They were injured pretty badly and had to undergo surgery. They are alive but they've lost a limb or one of their senses. How do you two deal with this? Do you try to work on it together? Do you leave unable to handle it? Or let your loved one go so they can have a normal life? It'll be a long stressful road, can the relationship survive? For better or for worse?

Eight: Make up your own if I've missed something.

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[Thorin hardly slept. His thoughts were on his nephews, one of which may very well be dying, while the other lay fast asleep in his arms. It wasn't until early the next morning that he fell into a light doze.

When Kili woke, so did he, but he stayed quiet for now.]

[Which was just as well considering how little fingers, thin for a dwarf but expected for a marksman, wriggled their way under his shirt. He doesn't really recall Fili haven't such well defined muscles but Kili's not one to overthink things.]

[Thorin couldn't help but squirm a bit at that, not entirely used to being touched. Kili's fingers will find a thick roll of gauze covering a good portion of Thorin's lower chest.]

[Had Kili a tail, it would be thracking itself happily on the mattress. Sometimes Fili pushed his hands away, but not today! He was allowed to run the fingers of the unbandaged hand up his back, along his spine... Kili truly can not get closer than he is now, making a small, kittenish yawn that catches in a beard. He and Fili generally get by without speaking much so he doesn't even bother to open his mouth as he clings and crawls tightly to his 'brother,' knee pressing between thighs, until he finally falls still again. Almost still at least. He picks at the edges of a bandage instead.]

[Thorin stays quiet, letting Kili curl closer and do as he will. He's obviously being mistaken for Fili, but he just can't bring himself to pull back and break the illusion that is unmistakably making Kili happy.]

[Perhaps best not to think of why Kili is so comfortable with his older brother then, or why he happily twists himself and entwines himself in the arms of the other. It has always been Kili that has insisted on this little practice and even tucked under a bedroll, he's indulged with his brother while the blond half dozed, stirring only from time to time as Kili's fingers ticked him.

Though Kili feels the aches and pains of battle, he files them away under 'to be felt later' and makes little 'scritching' marks under Thorin's shirt until the youngest Durin is nearly wearing his shirt along with him.]

[Thorin watches Kili for a moment or two, not entirely comfortable with this practice, but unwilling to interrupt it. He stays mostly still for now, watching him quietly.]

[About to murmur something about breakfast before Bombur can have their seconds, the doors creak open. As the clinging is down under covers, nothing looks too in appropriate. Kili's mind, however, catches up with his body and he immediately lifts his head. The dwaves that have come to see them look...

Sad. And the hair against his pillow is not blond at all. He still manages, despite his wounds, to catapult himself over Thorin before he can be stopped.

The sudden shouts of agony and anger and dispair clue Thorin in on the rest. Fili is dead. Kili has become hei apparant after Thorin. And someone needs to stop the young dwarf before he kills himself hunting wargs in his state.]

Kili!

[The looks on everyone's faces and Kili's reaction tells him everything he needs to know. Thorin rushes after his nephew, following him into the room that had belonged to Fili. He's pale and cold with death, and Thorin has to sit quickly before his heart gives out completely.]

[Tears had been shed yesterday. Now, Kili just stands over his fallen brother as if he's nothing but a doll, a stone effigy. He thumbs across a pale lower lip and blinks as if he doesn't recognize just who it is there.

He'd been too young when his father died to really understand. He'd just asked if Thorin was going to be Papa now and flinched when Fili told him off for it.

Who will be brother now, he wonders, and pulls one of the twin blades from his brother's bedside. There's nothing in his eyes as he strides as best he can out of the room. No one else has the heart to stop him. Dwarves are very loyal to their kin.]

[Thorin has lost one son today; he's not about to lose another. He grabs Kili's arm to stop him, keeping him in place. Even injured, Thorin is strong.]

If you want to be alone, I understand. But I will not allow you to leave.

The last thing I said...

[His voice is different now. Thicker. Lower. It's what happens when one first learns of suffering.]

...was that his braids were a mess. Let me go, uncle.

Kili... [Thorin swallows. To say he is unaffected by Fili's death is an enormous lie.]

I know what you are going through, far better than you know. I will let you go if you give me your word you will not do anything he wouldn't want you to do. [He watches his nephew closely.]

...Promise him you will honor his memory.

I intend to honour him, Thorin.

[That sounds so...vicious. He shifts Fili's sword in the palm of his only working hand.]

I'll spill the blood of those that caused this so that he'll have comfort in the Halls of Waiting.

No. [Thorin stands, taking Kili gently by the shoulders.] Not yet. Wait until your wounds are healed.

They'll get further away than they are.

[He lifts dark eyes towards Thorin's, unwilling, unable to look at Fili laying there.]

I can't afford to lose any more of their trail. I'm a good tracker. My eyesight is uninjured.

[Kili has a point, but...

Thorin remembers being in his shoes. He remembers all too well the agony of losing your closest friend and kin. Kili shared a bond with Fili, the bond of brotherhood and friendship, and now it's broken. Kili is struggling to fill that emptiness in the only way he knows how.]

You will not rest until you have done this, I take it.

Were I the one--

[He clenches his jaw and presses his fingers so hard into the pommel of the blade that teh designs become etched onto his palm.]

Were it me, he would not rest without retribution.

I intend to have it.

[Thus is the folly, he decides, of loving someone. To lose them is to be in endless pain.]

[He's right, of course, and as much as it pains him, Thorin can't deny Kili this.]

I will accompany you. As will several others. But Kili, give me your word you do not intend to throw your life away. We -- I -- need you.

[And here comes the stupidity of youth. He fixes hard, angry eyes on Thorin.]

You walked down a burning tree stump to seek your revenge, though outnumbered and with many of us hanging onto the branches. You were willing to throw your life away.

Fili is waiting for me. With our father. And our grandfather. And great grandfather.

If you wish to come, come. But do not stand in my way.

[Balin and Dwalin give each other looks.]

[Of course he has to bring that up. What a stupid, stupid idea it had been...]

I will not allow you to die today, do you understand? I know your pain, I do. But Fili would be furious to see you allow yourself to be killed after he gave his life for you. Do you think he would have protected you if he had wanted you dead?

He doesn't get to want anything any more!

[One doesn't talk back to one's mother's brother. Nor to one's king. And yet Kili is doing just that, brave, stupid little pup. In fact, he gets right up into Thorin's face.]

He died and he left me so he isn't allowed a say with a tongue that will never move again anyhow!

[Thorin takes it surprisingly well. He wants to yell and kill just as much as Kili, but he holds it in. When he finally does speak, his voice is deadly calm.]

I will give you a few hours to cool your head and rest. Once you are thinking more clearly, we will leave. And you will not deliberately get yourself killed. I will be at your side every second there is danger, and I will take the blow in your place if I must. I do not think you want to lose two of your kin in one day.

[For once crazy moment, Kili almost looks ready to challenge Thorin -- or hit him -- but he deflates slightly and turns back to the blond.]

A few hours.

I should...prepare him...

[One last morning braiding his brother's hair. Washing his body. Laying it out for prayers. Kili wants to do it alone. His cousins aren't so sure how good of an idea that is.]

[Thorin nods, glancing at the body on the cot beside them. The grief is plain in his face.] If you should need assistance, all you have to do is ask.

[Fili. Gone. It seems so unreal, how still and cold he lays there. Thorin gently pulls Kili into an embrace, both giving and seeking comfort.]

I would feel /awful/ if we killed him. my inner thorin's all protective of poor kili

Kili hates me anyway! Maybe he could fall into a coma and they need to find something to help?

haha sure. if you reaaaaally want to kill him, we can

well it would transfer a lot of what he has with Fili onto Thorin. Poor Thorin.

i'm not necessarily opposed to that~

:p

okay, so what do you want to do with fili?

Yeah I'm going to be terrible.

excuse me while i go cry

/hug

/cries into your shoulder

/comforts

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