Thorin Oakenshield (son_of_thrain) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-30 15:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open |
Who: Thorin, Fíli, & open if anyone else wants to join in.
Where: The cold, cold beach
What: Two dwarves are magically transported to a beach on a magical island.
When: Sunday, midday.
Rating: low
Open: Yes
Status: Ongoing
The ground beneath his back is soft. Softer than he remembers it being when he'd fallen. He opens his eyes to a light grey sky. It doesn't look like- it doesn't look like the place he fell. There is a sound unfamiliar to him as well. A rushing, sucking sound, crashing not far from his ears. He turns his head, ignoring the ache in his neck and his back and his body, all of his body. Oh- ow.
His fingers are around his sword though. His fingers are around his sword. That is good. That is something.
Thorin draws in a deep breath and wonders if he has died. If he hasn't died, how far is he from the Lonely Mountain? Where are the rest of his company? His nephews- Fíli, Kíli-
"Uncle!" Thorin forces his eyes open again and tries to push himself up. It's Fíli's voice. "No, no no, stay still. Stay still-"
Fíli comes into view and drops down beside him, his hand gently pushing the hair away from Thorin's forehead where it has matted with sweat and blood. "Are you well? Are you okay? Can you move?"
"Where are we?" Thorin rasps, grasping the front of Fíli's tunic to help heave himself into a seated position. "Where are the others?"
The look of despair on Fíli's face says that he has no idea. That he is missing his brother and has no idea. That it is just the two of them, though he says nothing of the sort, simply helps Thorin into a seated position. "I don't know, my Lord."
Thorin turns his head to look around, look at the cold waves of water lapping at the shore beside them. He doesn't know of this river, he doesn't know where they are, nor how they came to be here. Nor, indeed, how they will get back.
Fíli seems so despairing beside him and Thorin pats his arm gently. "We'll be find. It'll be fine. We need to find out where we are." Fíli is still armed. "Can you go? I must gather my strength. Please, Fíli-" he adds when his nephew hesitates to leave him. "I will be well. But please, find out what you can."
"My Lord," Fíli nods, getting slowly to his feet and dusting himself down. Thorin looks up at him, his heart breaking at how lost and alone Fíli looks without Kili. Even as the older of the two, Fíli is apparently still very much reliant on his brother's presence. "I shall return with speed."