(с)К этому шикарному арту есть потрясающий забугорный фик *г*
There was a dark shape in his dreams that night, a thing golden, bright and dark all at once, a thing that smelled of blood and iron, and moved like a lion tracking its pray. It smiled, and called his name, a hand reaching toward his face before grabbing him at the throat and squeezing tight, and...
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moreThe shape was back as soon as he closed his eyes. Where before it had been a cloud of shining darkness with, somewhere, a smile and a grasping hand, the thing now had arms and legs and a familiar form.
“Who are you?” Fili asked, his voice weak with terror. “What are you?”
“I am what you can never be,” came the answer, and there was something familiar in its tone and rhythm. “I am everything. I am the end.”
“What end?”
“Yours, of course,” the shape replied, its smile turning predatory as it launched itself toward, its teeth starting to sink into the prince's neck, its nails clawing his arms, its eyes...
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The golden shape was there again. It was smaller than an elf or a man, but much sturdier and when it moved, Fili was sure to have seen it before, somewhere.
“What do you want from me?”
“Everything. You are mine. You shouldn't have come so close. You are mine, like all the others were mine. But you will be so much more interesting. The others were alone. You aren't.”
“What do you mean?”
“They smell like me. Iron and blood. Murder. And since they are yours, they will be mine. I shall make such great thing once I have you.”
“You'll never have me!” Fili yelled, looking around for a way of escape. There was none. Nothing but emptiness all around, and the golden shape before him, shining darkly, smiling.
“I already have you, little prince. One more night, and then you're mine. But you have to stop him. The creature will try to leave. Stop him. Promise to stop him, and I shall not hurt you too much tonight.”
“What creature?”
“Promise. Remember the pain. Remember what I can do to you. And ask yourself: if someone has to be hurt, and you have a choice, why keep the pain to yourself? That creature is nothing to you, and it is a thief, a traitor. Destroy it. Be mine. And then the pain will stop. You shan't hurt ever again. Just kill the thief, before it's too late, before he leaves with his loot. If he leaves the mountain, you will die, and hurt like never before. It's the creature's life against yours. What is he to you?”
The golden shape had moved closer to Fili, roaming its hands all over him. It made him sick, the feeling worse than any unwanted touch in his life, as if it weren't his body that was violated, but his very soul, as if the shape could touch the most intimate parts of his brain and heart. He would have done anything for it to stop. The shape was right, and if anyone had to suffer, it might as well be someone else, someone who wasn't him, someone who was...
“Bilbo,” he whispered. “You want me to kill Bilbo?”
“It's you or him. One of you must suffer, one of you must die. Which one will it be?”
“I don't know,” Fili whimpered as the creature's hand dug into his chest and clenched on his heart. “I don't know, I don't...”
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“Enough,” the golden shape growled menacingly. “I gave you time to decide. If you are not with me you are against me. I will hurt you, little prince. The spiders' poison is nothing compared to what I can do to you. I know you. I am you.”
Fili gasped in horror. The golden shape had changed again, and it now wore his face like a cruel mask, a sadistic grin deforming his lips. Fili tried to yell, to call for help, but no sound came out of his mouth.
“Your voice is mine now,” he heard the thing say, sounding exactly like him. “You are mine. But here is your last chance, your last choice. Agree to kill the creature, and I shall never hurt you again. Refuse and pain will be your reward. What shall it be?”
Fili shook his head, and tried to grab one of his swords, but the golden monster laughed, a blade in each hand.
“Looking for something, little prince? You forget these are mine now. I am you, after all, and you are nothing. But that can still change. Agree to kill the thief. If not for your sake, then for your brother's. I intended on going after him next. He wouldn't be as much of a distraction as you are, and his lover is far less interesting than yours. Yours smell of blood and iron. They smell of power and murder. I shall enjoy their company so much, few dwarves are naturally to my taste, and yet here they are. Your brother and his little pet don't compare to that, but for the sake of finishing my game with your house, I think I'll make him my toy too, unless...”
Fili shook his head again, falling to his knees. It wasn't fair. Choosing between Kili and Bilbo, it wasn't fair, because it wasn't a choice at all. The hobbit had helped and saved them too many times to count, but Kili was his brother. It wasn't fair. He had no choice. He would...A light in darknessПараалрдооаавыаройцукенггшщщзх!!!!!!!!
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