Kili.

In his early years he had never been a happy child; he didn't joke, he didn't play and never ever de he laugh.

No one in his or her right mind would ever dare to think that he hadn't been joyous child, how could they anyway? Anyone who knew the dwarf could only picture someone youthful, merry and full of life.

The trued was he had been a peaceful and silent child… well no… peaceful is not quite the right word to use… I would rather describe the little dwarfeling as sad; always staying in one place, staring at the woods but at nothing at the same time.

His uncle, mighty warrior and rightful heir of Erebor, was Thorin Oakenshield.

When his eldest nephew, Fili, was born he had been full of hope, believing the small creature to be a good sign in their wandering days on their search for a home. He had smiled at his sister and her husband, what a beautiful and golden light had they brought to the earth, he had smiled like he hadn't in a long time.

But when Kili was born… oh, when he was born Thorin had been sure he(Thorin) would fall apart to never again rise from the dirty ground.

The day the boy had been born the head of Thorins grandfather had roll to his feet, his brothers body had been mutilated in front of his eyes, his sister husband had gone pale in his bloody arms and his sister… oh his dear sister… she gave birth to a premature baby.

The battle had just ended; the air was perfumed with metal, flesh and blood… his blood. His brothers… they had all been lying amongst the bodies of filthy orcs… all death; open eyes, breathless.

An old dwarf woman came to his side, bloodied as he had been; she came to his side and told him "My prin… my king… Your sister Dis, she is death"

Death? Dis? Death.

Like a puppet he followed the woman, expressionless, unbelieving… all alone.

When they arrived to the shelters, far away form the battlefield, it was not better than the place he had came from; on the contrary, while there in the boody field it had been silent and grieving here he air was in pain, tears, hopelessness…

They entered a lonely and forgotten room at the end of the shelters, a place where you could not hear the cries of the widows nor her pleas for the wounded. Without a word the dwarf woman stepped aside to let him in.

Everything was so silent, so cold…But there she was, there she was his dear and beautiful sister, lying peacefully in a bunch of red blankets in the floor.

She was pale, bloodied, death… no… she was just peacefully sleeping. Oh, Thorin thought he hadn't seen his sister this peaceful in a long time, even if all her face and clothes where covered in blood and sweat her blood… But he just could not bring himself to smile at her peacefulness. He stared… sad.

"What is this?" He had asked to nobody, after some long time of looking at her fair face.

Beside her sisters frame, cuddled in the safety of her cold arm was a… bundle of blankets? He took a few steps close to find out that bundle was not just made of blankets.

Wrapped inside was… a baby.

The crack of his heart broke a little bit more, if that was even possible; he could almost feel tears peeking on his eyes as he knelled beside the lying woman.

"Poor unfortunate baby…" He had said "You came to this world death as your mother" The bitterness in his voice was like poison to the wind "Never once where you able to open your eyes to look at the darkness of a cave or the brightness of the sun" He stoked the soft black and wavy hair form his little head with a carefulness he did not knew he possessed. Oh, how tiny he was, never had he seen a smaller baby in his life… or a smaller corpse… "But do not worry little one..." He assured, trying to fight back his damned tears "It is better this way… you wont have to suffer the cruelness of this ill world… and you will be able to accompany my dear Dis to the other side" He kept gently stroking his forehead, just his thumb was enough… But oh, how very cold his soft skin was… so unlike his; hard and raspy, witness of war and battle.

Brown honey…

That was all the could think about in that dreadful moment. Brown honey.

How had this happen? How could this have happen? To him of all persons… Is just that… He just assumed right away that… He hadn't been moving or or… crying… He hadn't seen him breath. No, no, he had jut assumed the little frail baby was death.

How could he have…?

Brown honey.

Big bright brown honey eyes had suddenly opened, just staring at the big dwarf that had his thumb frozen over his forehead.

"Little one…" His trembling voice he could not control anymore. How had he dared to assume his sisters' son was death? How had he dared? "Forgive me… please… forgive me, I beg you little one…" He took the little bundle of blankets in his strong arms and stood up. Big owl eyes looking back at his blue stormy ones.

Thorin could handle it no more…

A stream of fair crystals had begun to fall from his eyes, flowing like a river that no one dared to stop.

"Why do you not cry little one?" He asked with quivering voice, rocking the frail thing with the love of a mother "Is it that we have already done too much of it? Is it that we have mourned too much?"

He just stared; he didn't move, didn't cry, just… stared…

The pale babe was so cold, so silent.

Just like the corpses outside…

"Come… I know something that may cheer you up" He told the toddler with a teary smile "We are going to meet your big brother… Kili"

The day Kili was born Thorin had cried for the lost of his family, he had cried for the death ones, he had cried for his lost home, he had cried for the parentless child in his arms. The day Kili was born he had cried like he hadn't in a long time.

Abril: Hi there! Well this is my first fic of the hobbit, it is a bit sad but… oh well n.n This is just the first chapter so… you just wait for the next ones to come hehe

I really hope you liked this little story (: If you wanna review, please be my guests.

Most importantly of all I apologise for my lack of grammar and spelling… It's just that my mother language is not English?

Bye, bye!

P.S. If I have time later, I'll read it again to check obvious mistakes okay?

P.P.S. Thank to "StormWarning27" for letting me use her idea of the death of everyone in the birth of Kili. She has this awesome story that you should definitely read it *o* it's called "Light and life"