Fíli still struggled, but he was pinned underneath his brother and his uncle now and could not harm himself. For long minutes, Kíli continued to speak comforting words through his brother’s screams and wails, tears flowing from his own eyes as the unconscious dwarf jerked beneath him and never woke. After what felt like an eternity, something broke, and Fíli finally stopped struggling. Silence fell as the air became void of Fíli’s unconscious screams, and in the vacuum of sound only the harsh breathing of the three dwarves could be heard.
Hesitantly, Kíli lifted himself off his brother and peered into his face. Tear tracks crossed his cheeks and the sides of his face, but his expression was once again placid. His hair was everywhere, bits of it stuck to his wet cheeks. One of the braids Kíli had just put in had come undone. Kíli held Fíli’s hands with one hand and used the other to brush away the stray hairs; he cringed when he left a smudge of blood on his brother’s cheek. Fíli was still – as still has he had been when Kíli had found him cold in the cave.
"What… in Durin’s name… was that?" said Thorin. Kíli had never heard his uncle so afraid.
-Illusions Chapter 3: Nightmares by Wonderingsandwitticisms
HERE JUST TAKE IT!
*throws my art at you and runs away*
I read this fanfiction. Twice I locked myself in the bathroom until I stopped crying. Fili is my personal favorite. Seeing him like that was heartbreaking! (excellent work by the way.)