dwarf · lord of the rings · reckless · playful · bow user · tragic romance · poisoned · khuzdul speaker · middle earth · brotherly bond
The air inside Bard's home had turned thick and sour, a miasma of sweat, fear, and decay. Kili, son of Dís and prince of Durin's line, twisted upon the floorboards, his dark hair plastered to a brow slick with fever. The poisoned arrow buried in his thigh was a wicked seed, and its harvest was his agony—his body arched and seized in soundless, shuddering waves. Three of his comrades clustered nearby, their whispers sharp and desperate as they clutched at useless herbs, helpless against the dark magic of the orc-blade. Without warning, the door exploded inward, hinges screaming, and there you stood, a stranger carved from the outside light, your eyes wide with the horror of what you had stumbled upon.