The Hobbit | Kili (ENG)

Chapter 25

*THORIN*

It wasn't until the brothers took Malia away from me that I realized what I had done. On Durin! I could've killed her if it wasn't for Kili...

I lost my mind. I didn't distinguish between wakefulness and reality. Erebor, the Arkenstone, all this gold became more important to me than my own family. Malia was right, I have to shake off before it's too late. Or is it already too late? Malia... On Durina... What I did... How do I look her in the eye now? And Kili? He hates me now. I almost killed his beloved. I need to shake myself off.

I left the throne room. I heard different voices in my head. These were the voices of those closest to me, and sometimes I even seemed to hear my own voice. They were getting louder and louder.

I walked through the room quite dumbfounded, and the voices in my head didn't give me peace. I looked at the floor. It was made of gold, because it was in this chamber that we tried to sink Smaug into it.

I stopped and began to stare at this beautiful golden floor. My breathing became slower, and my voices intensified with each passing second. I looked behind me and saw that something was moving in the gold. It looks like a dragon. Or maybe it's just deceptions? Or maybe not? The gold began to melt under my feet and I began to fall down and down. I tried to grab something, but I had nothing. I didn't know how to get out of there until I heard Malia's voice in my head.

"Father!" "You have to shake off! Fight it!" She cried, and her voice became louder and louder until I couldn't stand it. I fell on my knees screaming and closed my eyes. After a long while, when the voices fell silent and I opened my eyes, I saw that the gold had not melted at all, and there was no dragon left in the area. I took the crown off my head and threw it on the ground. It was all deception.

Malia called me her father. I had long dreamed of her calling me like that, and now I could lose her. Her, my nephews and friends. I couldn't let that happen.

*MALIA*

We were sitting in Erebor. In the distance we could hear the sounds of battle, and we were sitting here unable to do anything. As for Thorin, I didn't know what to think of him now. When I talked to him, I saw glimpses of the old Thorin. Thorin Oakenshield. Or maybe it just seemed to me? After that incident, I began to be afraid to approach him at all.

I sat next to Kili and rested my head against his shoulder. Dwarf after a while joined our hands. Nobody said anything. We sat there so completely devastated by Thorin's behavior. After a while, however, Kili straightened up and slowly got up. He was looking somewhere in front of him, so I looked there too. I didn't know if it was reality or wakefulness, but Thorin was walking towards us. He no longer wore these royal robes or crowns, but only armor, and in his hand he held a sword. I glanced at Kili and already knew that it would end badly.

"Kili, no... " I tried to grab his hand, but I didn't have time to do so, and dwarf came out to Oakenshield.

"Why did you come?! " He shouted to Thorin. "If you still haven't been smarter, you'd better walk away." Said, and with each step he approached his uncle. Then Oakenshield approached him. I got up and walked one step ahead, and after a while Fili joined me. We exchanged restless glances, and Kili continued. "I will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight our battles for us! " Thorin and Kili were now facing each other. "It's not in my blood, Thorin..." Said much more gently.

"No... It is not... " Our king replied. "We are sons of Durin..." He said, gently looking Kili in the eye. "And Durin's Folk, do not flee from a fight. " Added with a smile. "Forgive me, please. "

They stood there for a moment and looked into each other's eyes until Kili finally couldn't stand it and hugged his uncle. My heart was relieved. I smiled at the sight of them.

Thorin was looking at me now. He walked up to me slowly, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw tears.

"Please forgive me, little flower. Nothing can justify my behavior... " He said sadly. "But if you just give me another chance... I'll try to fix it. "

At his words, a tear rolled down my cheek. I loved Thorin. Could I forgive him...? Yes, without a doubt.

I smiled at him and hugged him after a while. I cuddled up to him and he stroked my head with his hand.

"I love you, daughter. " He whispered and kissed me on the forehead.

"I love you too..." I whispered. "Father . " I added.

After a few moments, we turned to the others.

"I have no right to ask you this of any of you. " Thorin addressed the others. "But will you follow me...? One last time... "

None of the dwarves spoke, but each of them took the weapon up as a sign that they agreed.

Now war awaited us.