Pairings: Kíli/Bilbo;[Overall Pairing]Various/Kíli, het & slash
Rating/Warning: angst and character death
Word Count: 641 (4895 total)
Disclaimer: If I owned the hobbit there would be probably be more angst
Summary: Five times Kíli broke someone's heart and one time they broke his
Kíli knew that he was dying, though he could feel no pain. He was beyond pain now and with every breath he grew a little weaker as his blood spilled beneath him on the ground. The dwarf felt no fear for he had fought bravely in defense of his uncle and Kíli knew that he would rise again in Mahal's halls. Yet there was regret, regret and worry for the ones he would have to leave behind.
He coughed, a choking gasp, and tried to turn his head to see if his brother still survived. Fíli had fought beside him throughout the battle and it troubled Kíli that he could not see him now, had not seen him since Azog struck their uncle down.
However, Kíli was most worried about his hobbit and he hoped desperately that Bilbo had stayed out of the struggle as he had promised. While his love was brave, the hobbit was not trained for war and the dwarf was afraid of what might have become of him in the chaos of the fight.
Not that I fared so well either, Kíli thought as he coughed once more and spit the blood out of his mouth. But I wish I could have seen him again, if only to beg his forgiveness one last time for not standing against Thorin at his side.
Bilbo had not seemed angry over the dwarf's failure when they had met last night, the hobbit sneaking back into Erebor to give him another kiss farewell, but Kíli knew that he should have done better. He should have protected the one he loved from his uncle's insane wrath and proved that he was worthy to hold the halfling's heart.
The dwarf drifted then, lost in his recriminations and hearing nothing but the cries of the wounded and the moaning of the dead. Time passed, minutes or hours Kíli could not say, before he felt a touch upon his arm and someone called his name.
When he forced his eyes open, Bilbo was there leaning over him, abject horror upon the hobbit's face. At the sight, the dwarf managed to raise his arm, stroking his fingers across the other's cheek and leaving a smear of blood in their wake.
“Bilbo, you're all right. I was worried.”
The hobbit clasped his hand and smiled weakly down at Kíli. “Idiot. You should have worried more about yourself. I'll go find a healer.”
Bilbo started to get up but the dwarf tightened his grip, pulling him back down. “Stay please. It's far too late for me and I don't want to die alone.”
“I- I don't want you to die at all.” His hobbit whispered in reply, Kíli's chest squeezing at Bilbo's anguished expression.
“Oh, love. I don't want to leave you either. I had hoped that we would have a long and happy life together but that dream is lost now and I'm so very sorry.”
Kíli's breath rattled and he knew that it would not be much longer. The dwarf saw this same knowledge etched upon his lover's face as the hobbit leaned down and kissed him tenderly. When Bilbo raised his head, his eyes glistened with tears and Kíli's heart ached to see the pain his death would cause.
“Please don't cry, Bilbo.” He begged, clutching the other tightly, “Please, you'll break my heart. You're the best thing in my life and I can't bear to see you so unhappy. You deserved something much better than this. Someone much better than me.”
“It's not your fault.” The hobbit told him gently, brushing hair away from the dwarf's face. “And I don't regret loving you at all.”
Yet the last thing that Kíli saw before the world went dark was the tears streaming down his lover's face.