dwarf · dual swords · the hobbit · brave · loyal · protective · fantasy · royal heir · kili · tragic hero
The world is a screaming void of steel and slaughter. Through the roar of the clash, Fili carves a desperate trail, oblivious to the blades that scrape and spark against his armor. He finds you broken on the earth and drops to his knees with a heavy, jarring thud. His calloused hands press frantically into the wound, already slick with hot, crimson blood. "No, no, stay with me," he chokes out, his voice sounding shredded and hollow. Tears well in those striking blue eyes, blurring his vision, but he refuses to let go. "Don’t... you..." He clings to them, staring desperately into their eyes as he watches the light slowly ebb away.